I don’t last long—not even a minute—before the orgasm drags me down in its clutches. It doesn’t matter that he’s drunk; Kyle knows my body more than I ever will, and I guess I got used to that. I got used to how easily he wrenches pleasure and feelings out of me.
I’m still riding the wave when he backs me up, then flips me over and pushes me down. I’m on my knees on the carpet, but before I can react to the positioning, he lowers me further. My breasts brush on the carpet, the soft surface hardening my nipples more.
What…?
I’m lying completely flat on the carpet with my back to him. I stare back at him as he yanks open his drawer. I think he’ll bring out a toy, but I should’ve known better. Kyle might like to torture me with them, but he doesn’t like them involved during actual sex. I prefer him to them, anyway.
He retrieves a bottle of lube and a condom, and doesn’t bother to close the drawer. Wait. A condom? Kyle never used them so I didn’t even know he had one.
Besides, what’s the use of a condom when he’s already gotten me pregnant?
He takes his time removing his shirt, revealing his hard muscles and the tattoos rippling on his abs. I don’t dare look away or move. I feel like I’ll be missing something crucial if I do.
Kyle throws his shirt away and stalks behind me like a hungry predator about to devour his prey. I follow him with my gaze until he kneels between my parted legs.
He places a hand under my stomach and lifts me up so that I’m slightly bent over on my knees. The position is different from anything we’ve done before, and that says something considering he’s taken me in all positions possible.
Or so I thought…
Kyle parts my ass cheeks, and a cool liquid meets my back hole. It feels soothing against my heated skin. I’m still in the aftermath of my orgasm, so any touch feels like an aphrodisiac. Or maybe it’s because Kyle is doing it.
“I’m going to fuck you in the arse then in your pussy, then I’m going to do it all over again.”
My thighs clench at his words, but I don’t get to ponder them much before he thrusts the liquid lube inside my back hole with his finger.
The sensation is surprisingly pleasurable, tender even. I clench my hand into a fist on the carpet. He adds another finger, and I wince at the intrusion. Pain mixes with pleasure as he pours more of the lube.
But it’s not enough. It doesn’t feel like enough.
“P-put it in,” I moan.
“Put what in, Princess?”
“Your…cock. Just put it in.”
“It’ll hurt.”
“Let it hurt.” I want the pain right now and the sense of unbound pleasure that comes with it. Because with Kyle, it doesn’t feel like only pain, it’s the joining of our bodies and souls in one unified connection.
My husband’s fingers leave my ass, and I hear the tearing of the condom packet before something bigger and harder nudges at my entrance. I grab the carpet for balance as he pushes in the first inch.
Holy. Shit.
I think he’s going to tear me in half. How the hell did I even take this size in my pussy in the first place?
I’m barely able to catch my breath when he pushes in again.
“Aaaah…” I bite down on my hand. “Mmmm…”
“You know what?” Kyle’s fingers dig into my hip, the one he’s been lifting me with, and he powers inside in one go. “Fuuuck.”
I can almost see stars in my blackened vision. The pain is real. It’s even more real than when he takes me roughly from the front. The feeling of being completely filled takes over all my senses. It’s like we’re joined in a way that will never be the same again.
“Breathe,” he grunts from above me. His body covers mine as he opens my mouth with two of his fingers. “Fucking breathe, Rai.”
It’s then I realize, in my attempt to keep feeling the mixture of sensations going through me, I’ve been holding my breath. My eyes must be bulging out, tears gathering in them. Using Kyle as an anchor, I suck in deep gulps of air. The oxygen burns my starved lungs and shoots a new rush of life into my system.
“That’s it…” He starts moving while his body is still covering mine.
Bursts of pleasure pool at the bottom of my stomach and expand through my whole body. I writhe underneath him even though my trembling knees barely keep me in position. The harsh floor stings so good, adding to the sparkles exploding throughout my entire body.
Kyle grabs me by the back of my nape and thrusts with a force that leaves me breathless. He nearly pulls out, then he rams all the way in again, filling me, stretching me, eliciting a sense of pleasure I’ve never experienced before.