Page 152 of Rut Bar

All I can do is whimper and go limp as he pulls me off Jamie and lays me down on my side. He spoons my back, lifts my leg, and slides inside me with a single smooth thrust that makes me sigh with relief.

“There you go, that’s it. Feel how well your sweet pussy takes my cock? Let me take care of you the way you need to be taken care of.”

The smooth slide of his cock makes my last orgasm seem like nothing more than a warmup. Tension coils, starting in my back before winding tight in my belly. This position is intimate. It’s sweet. His entire body curls around me, guarding my back as he fills my aching, empty pussy and slips two fingers between my legs. All it takes is a few swipes of my swollen clit and I’m coming on his cock.

“That’s a good girl coming on your alpha’s cock. I’m gonna give you a knot to squeeze, sweetheart. And you’re going to milk it dry.”

Yes. I need it.

He grunts, his dick continuing its easy slide through my soaked folds. Bottoming out inside me. He pulls my leg over his and changes our angle until it’s deeper still. Gentle and deep, but no less satisfying as his knot swells until finally it pops. The relief is instant.

He groans with the first release of his cum. Semen fills me until I’m aching. And then his fingers go back between my labia. Brendan rubs circles, teases me, and forces me to have another orgasm.

I come with a cry, walls fluttering on his knot as his cock gives one more pulse of cum, but his fingers don’t stop. He ignores my whimpering, my whining. He winds me up for another orgasm, another squeeze of his knot. Two. A third. I’m whimpering. It’s too much. Too much pleasure that borders on pain.

I can’t… No more.

“Shh, you can do it. Two more and I’ll let you sleep,” he promises.

My clit aches, sharp and unyielding, until it gives into his demands. I shudder, my walls clamping weak and tired on his lodged knot. Another spurt of cum. Another strum of his fingers as he forces me to dredge one last orgasm from the empty well of my pleasure.

My body obeys, even though it’s spent. Exhausted and over-sensitive, all I can do is lie there as he purrs and strokes my arms. My side. My leg and belly. Fatigue drags me under.

I sleep again, and don’t wake for hours until Anthony sets me in a warm bath. I ache. Everywhere. Inside. Out. The bite marks on my neck they’ve been nibbling and sucking. I throb in time with my heartbeat. Anthony ignores my agitated protests at being washed and distracts me with a hand between my legs until I’m calm again. Warm water sluices down my naked body and he scrubs me until I’m pink and languid, then rinses the shampoo and conditioner from my hair.

His rubdown with the fluffy towel turns frisky. I’m horny again now that I’m clean. It doesn’t take much convincing for me to let him bend me over the bathroom sink. The counter is cold under my flushed body as he ruts me from behind. My tits sway and I go up on my toes as he fucks into me, making me dirty again as if he didn’t just get me clean minutes ago.

Fingers dig into my thighs, my hips, and then he spanks me. Sharp slaps make my ass burn, which turns into a pleasant throbbing.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “You’re so goddamn wet. Gonna fill this cute little pussy up and make Jamie eat it out of you.”

My world rips apart into a haze of need and satiation as I lose track of time. It could be hours or days that pass. Anthony makes good on his threat, then after Jamie is fed he bullies me into drinking water. Forces me to swallow something sweet and hard and round, using the promise of his cock and a belly full of cum to get it down when my thoughts grow muddled.

He buries my nose in the thatch of dark hair at his groin and chokes me on his cock until I’m afraid it’ll all come right back up again, but it never does. He keeps me full instead.

“That’s good,” Anthony says. “Let’s both take her while he watches. He’ll like that.”

Someone sticks their fingers inside my sore pussy, gathering slick, and drags it to my ass. The tip of a finger presses beyond the rim of my hole. Pumps in. Wets it until it glides knuckle deep. I moan and writhe, unaccustomed to being filled there.

That’s not where it goes.

“Shh, stop fussing, baby. You said you were curious to try it. Now settle down and be a good girl for Daddy and take this cock up your pretty little ass. I spent all that time prepping you to get you nice and ready for me here.”

My face is pressed into pillows that are wet and crunchy from splatters of cum and slick. Anthony pumps a finger deeper into my ass until I’ve swallowed the digit to his palm. He pulls it out, then adds another. Starts this whole thing all over again until I’ve stretched around both fingers and I’m taking him easily. My hips rock back to meet his thrusts. He adds a third. Scissors them apart. Scoops up more convenient slick.

The head of his pierced cock notches there. He pushes in, murmurs nonsense I barely hear, and sighs as he fucks more of his cock inside the tight pucker of my ass one inch at a time until he’s balls deep.

“Fuck, that’s tight,” Anthony sighs, pleased.

“Just wait.” Brendan chuckles. “It’s going to get even better. Move onto your back. Let me get in there.”

My boneless limbs are rearranged as Anthony flops onto his back and takes me with him. Brendan settles between my thighs. Spreads them wide with large, gentle hands. All he does is kiss me, at first, and let his weight push us all into the mattress.

Slowly, a bit at a time, I relax until I’ve forgotten that I’ve already got a cock in me. Until a second notches at my other hole. Brendan rubs his cock up and down my pussy, coating it in my slick, and pushes in.

My hands slap against his skin as I scrabble for purchase. To get away. Push him off me. He bottoms out inside me and I’m stretched fuller than I’ve ever been. I pull him closer instead.

Oh, God.

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