He leans over me, wrapping an arm around my waist to keep me upright. “That’s my good girl,” he whispers in my ear.
I nod, my face brushing against the pillow as tears roll down my cheek.
“We’re not done yet, baby. What’s my favorite thing to do to your ass other than spank it?”
“Fuck it,” I whisper.
He laughs softly as he pushes himself back up before I feel one of his fingers, sticky with my cum, sliding into my ass. He pumps it in and out and I lean back into him, wanting more.
The snap of a cap lets me know he has lube here somewhere too and a few seconds later, he’s coated his shaft and is pressing the tip of his cock against me. He pushes in slightly and I hiss at the pain and pleasure of him breaching my opening. He’s so big that it takes a few seconds for my body to adjust, no matter how much he prepares me.
Then I feel something nudging at my pussy opening. It’s thick and it stretches me as Jax is pushing into my ass. “Good girl, you can take me,” he grits out the words as he presses deeper inside me while he edges something into my pussy.
When I look between my thighs I see the tip of the riding crop and realize he’s about to fuck me with the handle.
“Oh, God, Jax!” I whimper as he pushes it deeper inside and starts to fuck me slowly, sliding it in and out of my wet pussy.
“You like that, baby?” he groans as he presses himself in deeper too. “You like having both of your tight little holes filled at the same time.”
“Yeah.” I rock my hips back against him, wanting more even as he stretches me so wide that it burns.
“You feel so fucking good,” he hisses as he drives all the way in.
“You feel so good,” I whimper as he fucks my ass and pussy at the same time.
The complete fullness I feel is pleasure verging on exquisite pain. He knows exactly how much I can take as he fucks me a little harder.
“You gonna come all over this, Luce,” he twists the crop, pressing on the spot inside me that makes me whimper and mewl, while driving his cock deeper into my ass.
“Yes,” I shout as my inner walls squeeze tightly around the leather handle, making him groan loudly.
He pulls the crop out of me and slides two fingers into my pussy instead. “I wanna feel you come,” he hisses. “Every fucking squeeze and tremor. Your orgasms are mine, Luce. I want to feel every fucking part of them.”
He thrusts his fingers harder inside me and I come apart around him, squeezing him deeper and tighter as my climax tears through my body.
“Fuck, Luce!” he roars as he thrusts harder, pressing me flat to the mattress as he grinds his own release out into me.
When he is spent, he lies beside me, pulling me close to him so his hot breath is on my ear and his heart beats against my skin.
“Fuck, angel,” he breathes.
“I know.”
“You okay?”
“Yes. But did you just fuck me with a riding crop?” I giggle.
“Yep,” he laughs softly. “How was it?”
“Good,” I purr, “but not as good as you. Nothing feels as good as you inside me, Jax.”
He smiles at me. “And nothing ever will. You just remember that.”
“I will,” I whisper.
He reaches up and frees my wrists from the leather and then he pulls me to lie on his chest. “Who do you belong to, Luce?”
“You, Jax. Only you.”