Page 99 of His Pretty Little Duet

Fucking hell.The mattress dips as I climb onto it. Winces contort into moans and flip back again as the plug inside me shuffles as I do. Now I understand why he wants me to move. I flutter my eyes through the contradictory sensations. The sound of his clothes coming off is all I try to focus on as I slide aroundthe mattress, pacing the square fabric on all-fours like a kitten trying to find the softest spot to curl up on. My desire drips down my thighs. The walls inside me work around nothing, and I'm not ashamed of that sensation anymore. Unable to be embarrassed by anything while the plug somehow sends secondary tingles to my clit. I moan, halt, having to stop as the stimulation becomes too much. I close my eyes and arch my back, thrusting my arse into the air, angling my pelvis to ebb the pulsing around the plug.

I open my eyes when the room falls quiet. He stands at the end of the bed, his cock beating forcefully, pre-cum leaking already from the bobbing head. “I am so proud of how well your body has responded to my gift. Come here, my little deer. Bring me your pussy and I’ll make it all better.”

Scurrying over to him, I press my backside to his cock, and a deep growl leaves him. “Would you like that punishment now? For grabbing my wrist. Would you like to feel my gift move inside you while I punish this”—his big, warm palm strokes my bare arse cheek— “flawless skin.”

I moan at his words. “Can I please have your cock?”

“Such a sweet question.”

I’m already sweltering at the edges of my composure when he caresses my pussy with two fingers, travelling up and down the slick channel.Fuck. Fuck.

He hums. “Is there any pain? Any at all? You need to be honest with me. I’ll still give you attention if you are in pain.”

“No. Please. Please, I need you inside me.”

A rumble of warning soars through the air. “Tell me to go slow, beg me to be gentle with your pretty pussy, or I’ll take you the way I want, and it won’t be either of those things.”

Then a zap of pain fizzles through my body when he slaps my arse cheek, the crystal jerking within me, hitting the clingingwalls, and resonating in the little buzzing knot above my trembling lips. “Tell me to go slow, Fawn.”

He spanks me again.

Whimpering sounds leave me as my orgasm trickles through, teasingly, from that attention. My arse locks around the plug. My hips rock back into the fingers denying me the hard penetration I desperately desire.

I rub my pussy on his cock, pleadingly, as I mewl, arch, and beg with my bowing spine.Take me.I rub the length of him with my swollen lips, working towards that sensation. “Please, Sir. I don’t want you restrained.”

It’s true. I want him real. Raw. Carnal. Whatever he needs to do to my body, I volunteer. I want my body to be the place he finds solace, the vessel that gives him pleasure, the heart he wants beating frantically alongside his.

“I’m going to ride this little body into my mattress. Are you ready for me?” Then his big warm hand spans my hip and part of my arse, and his cock slams into me, taking me from empty and wanton to stuffed and stretched before I can breathe. “Oh, fuck.Fawn.”

I burst into tears, overwhelmed but not at all sad. Throaty moans fall from my open mouth as he starts to fuck me. My mellow orgasm flares into a wild, unruly current.

He holds me still with one hand so I can take his hard drives; the other circles the small crystal while his pelvis hammers me hard from behind, impaling me repeatedly, at a brutal pace that drags yelps from my lips with each punch.

My orgasm doesn’t stop.

One rolls into another. Never ending. My forehead hits the mattress. He holds my arse up for him to take. My body rackets. The climax of sensation shifts from my pulsing rosette to my battered pussy and back again until all the stretched, supple flesh detonates with further pleasure.

And he fucks me for so long.So long.My body is a numb mass. My legs trembling from fatigue; I'm unable to brace my hips as he takes what he wants from between them.

I moan into the mattress while he fingers the crystal and fucks me thoroughly. He twists the plug. Then finally presses down on the muscles beside the glittering gem, releasing it from the suction of my body. At the sweet agony of my hole being emptied, embarrassment drives through me, riding the explosion of another orgasm. This one, though, I can’t handle. Can’t take anymore. I’m useless against the onslaught, becoming completely limp, my backside held up by his hands.

“Fawn.” He grunts, and I know he’s wracked with his own impending high. With each smack of skin to skin, a growl of pure animal intent rumbles through him, and he thrust two more times, flooding my pussy with his cum.

He pants behind me.

The moment coasts by.

His strong arms band around me, hauling me upright, pressing my back to his sweat-slicked chest. I flop against him, the back of my head hitting his chest. He holds me on my knees with protective dominance as his hand travels down my stomach to where he enters me. He touches either side of his cock as he withdraws, cum slipping out, dripping over his fingers, and down my inner thighs. As his laboured breaths fan my hair, he smears his cum across my pussy and up my stomach with his fingers. I'm weak all over.

Claimed.

Marked.

Owned.

His forever—he’s going to keep me.

His breaths slow, returning to a steady pace. Then he collects me into his arms. Tucking me in bed, he soon slides in behindme on the mattress, locks my back to his chest, and rests his head above my crown.

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