I didn’t want to admit it, but I liked the way it felt. I liked that even though it was fully inside me, it hurt just a little bit. Even now, I could feel my arousal dripping down my thighs. I knew that I was wetter than ever.
“You’re going to wear this often for me, little girl. I think it will be a good reminder of who owns this delectable little body of yours,” he murmured, his fingers tracing over top of the extended portion of the plug. He pressed down on it softly and I cried out.
“Do you like having your little bottom full for me, Cara?” he asked, and I moaned with shame. He was going to make me admit to my desires. My face flushed hotly, and I was thankful that I could hide it in the blankets beneath me. When I didn’t answer immediately, his fingers slipped between my legs and he pinched my clit hard.
“Yes, sir,” I cried out.
“Tell me. What exactly do you like, little girl?” he pressed, and I whined.
“I like having my bottom full for you, sir,” I finally answered, shaking with arousal. I felt so embarrassed but so turned on at the same time. Gently, he pushed my fingers aside, allowing me to release my bottom cheeks. Then he gripped my waist and roughly tossed me on my back onto the bed. My bottom pressed into the bed, making me even more keenly aware of my punished cheeks and the large metal plug pressed deep into my asshole.
He stood up, gazing down at my naked body and I shivered with longing.
“Spread your thighs. Show me how wet that little pussy is for me,” he demanded, and I obeyed. Slowly, I spread myself for him, feeling the air caress my very wet folds.
He removed his shirt, revealing his sculpted, muscled form and I sucked in a breath. Then he kicked off his boots and I watched as his hands fell to his belt. I moaned softly, the sound of leather sliding against leather loud as he unbuckled his belt. With a smirk in my direction, he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down, along with his black cotton boxers. I bit my lip and spread my thighs wider, desperate for his thick cock to slide inside me.
He climbed over the top of my body and I trembled beneath him, arching my hips up toward him. He lowered himself and pressed his shaft against my wet folds. Slowly, he rocked his hips back and forth, dragging the warmth of his cock against my clit and I shuddered with pleasure.
He teased me with his cock for several minutes until I was shaking with the need to come. I moaned with yearning but I knew that I would only get to come when he decided that I had earned it.
“Please fuck me,” I whispered, feeling myself blush hotly at the raunchy words escaping my lips. Filthy, dirty, and wrong, but I needed it. I needed to be fucked.
His hips rocked a little faster and I cried out. I sounded like a feral cat, a wild animal that relied only on instinct and nothing else.
“Please,” I begged again and then the tip of his cock pressed against my entrance for a brief second before his hips surged forward. He was rough in his taking of me, but I didn’t care. It was what I needed.
My body screamed with pain as he slammed into me, forcing me to take every inch of his length in a single stroke. It hurt for a long moment but then my pussy clenched greedily around him. Raw pleasure cascaded through me.
With the plug deep in my body and the wide girth of Bane’s cock within my pussy, I felt so full. So sensitive and my entire body reacted with visceral sensation. I couldn’t even begin to try to control it. My blood boiled just beneath my skin. My core tightened with tumultuous desire and my heart beat like a drum in my chest. I found it difficult to breathe and then he started to rock his hips back and forth.
There wasn’t a single ounce of gentleness in the way he fucked me. It was rough but it was exactly what I needed. My bottom burned, sore from the harshness of his palm and full of the hard metal of the plug, but I loved it. I knew my ass was likely very red as were the folds of my pussy and that made me happy. I liked wearing his mark and I hoped that he would do it again and again in the future.
He took me hard and fast and I soon lost myself in his movements. His cock ravaged my pussy, long and thick and exactly what I needed. Soon, I forgot the events of the day. I forgot the dangers we faced, and I forgot about the fact that I had killed three men today. All that mattered was him, me, and the thick cock between my thighs.
His palm ventured up around my throat and circled it, his fingers squeezing tight enough to just limit the amount of air I was able to pull into my lungs.
“Whose pussy is this?” he asked, punctuating his words with harsh strokes that left me both breathless and sore and incredibly aroused.
“Yours, sir,” I whimpered.
“Who decides when you get to come, little girl?”
“You do, sir.”
His hips slammed forward, and I felt his cock inflate inside me. The tip of his cock began to move in a circular motion, petting my interior walls and driving me wild with need. His shaft vibrated softly, and I moaned, squirming beneath him as my body rushed closer and closer toward orgasm.
His other hand snaked between my legs and his fingers grasped at my clit, squeezing it lightly as he claimed my body for himself.
“Come,” he demanded.
He pinched my clit hard and my world shattered into a million glittering little pieces. Exquisite pleasure blinded me, a brilliant white light that was as consuming as it was incredible. Every muscle in my body tightened with ecstasy. My thighs shook and I arched into him, feeling his cock hook deep inside me. His shaft fluttered inside me, petting my inner walls and driving me deeper into orgasm than I had thought possible.
My ass clenched around the metal plug and my pussy clutched greedily at his cock. I wound my arms around him, not caring that my nails were likely digging into his back and probably scratching his skin. All that mattered was the connection between us.
I moaned. I screamed. I broke apart beneath him and I adored every moment of it. I needed him to fuck me. I needed him to claim me and make me come.
My nipples scraped against the soft, bristly hair on his chest.