Page 94 of Sleep

Suddenly the thought of that huge black dildo was tempting. Something so big. Something to fill me to the brim. Make me whole. Stuffed. Plugged. Filled up.

I counted the synonyms in my head in an effort not to spill my load all into Mabel’s hair, the light brush of it in my state of heightened sensitivity almost more than I could withstand.

Another plug, impossibly large… I roared like some wild beast as it was pushed inside me. The sensations mixed with a sudden fear, and the muscle spasms overwhelmed me to the point that I could no longer control my mouth, grunting and panting, my hands grasping for them even though I couldn’t reach with my knees against my chest.

“Biggest one,” they breathed out. “I can’t believe you’re taking it so well. So beautiful. Your arse is my new favourite thing, Jonny. How does it feel?”

Absurd question. Brain? Hello, are you in there?

I had no words, floating in a haze while my body was clearly functioning from some basic instinct. I had gone soft and shakily tried to rectify that.

“Don’t worry about being hard. It’s normal with anal play. Just relax. Adjust. Oh God, you should see yourself, Jonny. So beautiful.”

“Fuck me,” I said desperately.

For the longest moment, they held my gaze.

“Okay,” they agreed finally. “Going to get a condom on.”

“Nooo…just you. I want you—”

“I don’t want to—”

“Bare. Naked. Just you.”

“So bossy,” they sassed.

Yes, I was. To have given over control and lain here, letting things happen, it had been the right thing to do because now I knew exactly what I wanted. What I needed.

Mabel rose on their knees and tugged down the lace trunks, their long, thick, pale, gorgeous cock breaking free. God, I needed that inside me, more than I had ever needed anything before.

They gently pulled at the plug, my body emitting a soft, sloppy pop as it finally released it, then emptiness, cold air. I didn’t like it. I wanted to be full again.

“Do it,” I demanded.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“I want this.”

“If I come inside you, it will be messy.”

“Do I look like I care?” I snarled out. I was desperate, and I didn’t care if they knew it.

They grinned. “You’re such a needy, bossy bottom.”

“Agreed,” I said, contrary to my previous assertion that I was a top. I was a very needy bottom indeed. I needed their cock, the biggest I’d ever seen, in my arse right now. I told Mabel that as well, as they held me up with their thighs and held me at an impossible angle, lining that big cock of theirs up with my opening.

I was watching. Of course I was. Then their tip pushed against me, and my head fell back into the pillows.

“It’ll feel a little different from the plug, so I’m going to go slow, let you get used to the size.”

“Push. Push hard,” I urged them on.

They pushed. A little more.

“HARDER!” I shouted as they hesitated. I had no idea why when I’d been quite clear. I wanted the pressure, the pain, the fullness. I wanted them as far inside me as they could go. Impossibly far. All the way.

And there ended my control over every aspect of my being as insatiable need was overrun by intense pressure, pain—yes, it…bloody well hurt. This was a cock, after all, a big, fat, gorgeous cock, and I was shouting, my hands grasping at the sheets as I opened my eyes and met theirs.

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