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“Did you just come, bad girl?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, terribly ashamed.

“From just my fingers in this tight little hole?”

“Yes, sir,” I wailed.

“Very, very naughty. Such a dirty little slut, coming from a bottom fingering alone,” he mused, his tone dark and seductive and I felt myself clench around him. “I felt that, little fuck toy. I can’t wait to feel how this tight hole clamps around my cock.”

I moaned, heat whirling through me at his words, but then he pulled his fingers out, and the relief was immediate.

It was short-lived.

Without hesitation, I felt the fat, broad head of his cock pressing against my sore hole, and I stiffened immediately. He didn’t let me escape and deep down, a part of me didn’t want him to.

His strong, muscled arm wrapped around my waist, and I gasped when he pulled me back. The change in position was immediate. His cock slipped in just a bit deeper, and I cried out, the burning pain taking my breath away.

I had thought his fingers hurt.

It was nothing compared to his cock.

I cried out, the pain intense as his thick, girthy shaft spread my tight asshole. The searing stretch flared red hot, and my vision went white for a moment, but somehow, my body still took him.

I clenched around him, desperate to push him out, but it was no use. He was far stronger, and he continued to sink into me. I couldn’t get him out.

I whimpered, my head spinning as he sank all the way inside me. When his hips brushed against my scalded ass, I gasped, the foreign feeling of being so full in such a taboo way finally hitting me.

I had no idea that my body was capable of doing something like this. I didn’t know that an asshole could stretch this far. I’d never even imagined myself getting fucked this way, but now I knew I would never be the same.

I’d be fantasizing about this night for years to come.

“Where is my cock, my naughty little fuck toy?”

“In my ass, sir,” I whimpered.

He chuckled, the sound dark and mysterious, and it made my stomach flip inside of me.

His hand slipped down, and his fingers slid between my thighs, stroking my clit just so. The touch was rough, but the sensation was enough to send a jolt of pleasure racing through me. I clenched around him, making him grunt.

“Fuck, you’re so much tighter than I’d imagined you’d be,” he growled, and I blushed, oddly proud of myself for having such atight little hole for him to fuck, for him to use and take for the very first time.

His fingers rolled over my clit, and I bucked beneath him.

“Such an eager little fuck toy, so ready to get her little ass fucked,” he mused, and I moaned, unable to help myself.

Then, without warning, his hand came down hard on my ass.

I shrieked, the sound muffled by the sheets, and he pulled back and did it again, making me jump, but then he held me firmly in place. My ass burned, but each slap made my asshole clench around his cock. The burning pain flared right back up with every smack and it took everything in me not to cry out a second time.

“Oh, please,” I begged.

“What do you need,la mia bambina?”

“I need you to fuck my ass,” I pleaded.

He didn’t hesitate.

With a rough growl, he began pumping in and out of me, and the pain quickly overwhelmed me. His hand slipped around and squeezed my throat, his other still rolling over my clit. My breathing quickened, becoming shallower with every gasp, and before I could stop it, I felt another orgasm barreling straight toward me like a freight train about to careen off its tracks.

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