Page 125 of The Masks She Wore

?“You’re so pretty, Princess,” he cooed, his hands gripping into my thighs now. “You look so good like this. My beautiful little bitch.”

?I moaned, my hips pushing back ever so slightly.

?Jack grunted. “Fuck,” he cursed, his nails digging into my thighs.

?We both stopped, our thundering heartbeats and labored breathing filling the room.

?Fuck, it felt so good. I shuddered, my pussy dripping. I wanted something in there too. I wanted more. “Is that all of it?”

?Jack chuckled breathlessly. “Not even close. All if it will take some time and some training.” He pushed in a little more, pulling a groanfrom my chest. “That’s two inches,” he panted.

?Two inches? He had to be delusional, that felt like all of it.

?A moment later the sound of a vibrator met my ears.

?My breath caught as he moved slightly, sliding something under me. “Try not to drop too low, Princess, or things might get painful,” he instructed softly.

?He adjusted whatever it was, and I felt my body arch violently when the tip of one of my tentacle toys teased my entrance.

?“Fuck,” I groaned, rocking my hips down.

?But he held me in place, the toy just barely hitting my clit, just enough to cause me to shake in need. “Don’t. Move.”

?I whimpered, my body shaking. “Jack,” I begged.

?He slowly pulled out of me and carefully slid back in. “Do as I say, Princess,” he ordered.

?I panted, the stimulation almost too much as he pulled out and slowly pushed in again. Over and over until he was sure I was relaxed enough, stretched out enough, to do it without any horrible repercussions.

?He kept my hips pinned where they were as he picked up the pace, that toy doing exactly what he intended it to do: Make me suffer.

?Tears slipped down my cheeks as my mind was split between how good he felt inside of me and that toy grazing my clit.

?I couldn’t help the sounds that escaped me as he picked up his pounding, his body falling over mine, his hand finding the belt at the nape of my neck. He jerked my head back, cutting off my breathing altogether.

?Black spots danced in front of my eyes, my head throbbing, my body shaking. I clenched my hands into fists as I rocked my hips back and spread my knees a little further, his cock sinking into me just as my toy hit my clit full on.

?My entire body went still just before the orgasm ruptured through me, Jack released the belt, giving me what little air it allowed me to have to begin with.

?Sparks danced in front of my eyes as his hand slid around my stomach, holding me in place while he kept going, fucking my ass. It was such a different type of orgasm. I felt iteverywhere. I felt it warm my skin and breathe fire into my veins. It felt like I had just taken the best drugs of my life and I wanted so much more.

?He snarled, thrusting into me with carefully controlled, yet hard slams until I felt him cum inside of me.

?Thatwas a different sensation altogether too. One I wasn’t sure I completely liked.

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Well, this is what they don’t tell you about anal.

?The morning after.

?I woke up to an empty bed with a note and a rose left for me on the pillow. Jack had left hours ago, and he’d be back as soon as he could.

?Now I was on the toilet, grateful that he was gone. My ass was sore, but more than that, when a man cums in your ass, nobody ever mentions the fact that things sound different coming out.

?I was humiliated, but it was worth it. At least it was worth it today.

?Next time around, I wasn’t sure I’d get so lucky. Jack might hear me, and while I understood that this was a natural part of having anal, it didn’t mean I was any less embarrassed.

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