Page 21 of His Love

“Mhhhh,” Paisley moaned.

I tugged the string on the anal beads.

“Umph,” she cried.

Her cries of arousal, so raw and unfiltered, were making my dick even harder.

She worked the plastic shaft halfway into her sweet pussy. I pulled the first bead out.

Her toes curled again.

I knew she said she couldn’t come without stimulation to her clit, but I had a wicked plan for that rose sitting beside me.

When she had worked the shaft all the way inside her, I sat back on my ass and stroked my cock. “Let me see it,” I commanded.

She pulled it out and slammed it back inside her with enough force to shock me. It was easy to see that she probably enjoyed it rough. I tugged the string again and her back lifted from the bed as she worked the dildo in and out of her channel several more times. Her eyes locked with mine. Feeling like I was going to explode, I struggled with the urge to keep from jerking my cock like a teenager.

I grabbed the rose toy, and positioned it over her clit. She tried to clamp her legs together, but I fit my body between her thighs and held them open.

“Again, Paisley. I still need two.”

She whined, but did as I asked, sliding the plastic cock back inside her and working her little cunt. I grabbed the string and pulled the beads from inside her.

“Ohhhhhhh,” she moaned. Nonsense words tumbled from her mouth just as her body tensed and I got to witness number six. Tears rolled down her face and her body trembled underneath mine.

I snatched a condom from my wallet and slid it on in record time. Keeping the rose on her ultra sensitive bundle of nerves, I slid inside her. “Fuckk,” I groaned. “You feel so good, baby. I want you to hold this one for me, no coming until I say.”

I rocked in and out of her, bottoming out so deep that I wondered how sore she would be later tonight.

Her eyes rolled to the top of her head and garbled cries tore from her mouth. “Please, please,” she babbled, her good leg wrapping around my ass.

“What do you need, baby? Does your hungry little cunt need to come again?”

Like she had a choice. We both knew she didn’t.

“Yes, yes, please.”

“Can you hang in there for me? Can you give me five more strokes?” Sweat rolled down my face and dropped onto her tits.

“Yes, Sir,” she agreed. I could feel her muscles tightening as she tried to hold back the last orgasm.

Thrusting in and out, in and out, I moaned as her fingernails dug into my forearms. “Go, baby,” I grunted on the last thrust. My orgasm washed through me, blacking out my vision. I listened to her sounds of pleasure as she came down from her peak.

“Such a good girl, baby. Such a good girl.”

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Paisley

“Drink a tiny bit more water, baby,” Axel encouraged as he held the bottle to my mouth. “You’re being so good for me, Paisley.”

His free hand stroked my thigh as we laid in my bathtub. With his dick pressed into my back, and his legs on either side of me, he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. My casted foot sat on the lip of the tub with plastic wrap twisted around it.

“How are you feeling?” he whispered.

“Good,” I croaked. My throat was raw from all the screaming I’d done. A sense of awe washed over me as I processed our earlier encounter. It had been beautiful and intense. His controlling tone had been so hot.

The bottle was pressed back to my mouth and I took another sip.

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