Page 14 of His Lovebug

“I can’t,” I sobbed. “I just can’t.”

“Oh, you can, Baby Girl, I promise.” He kissed my temple.

For a second, he was doing something out of my line of sight, but then he moved, and I saw him slather lube onto the wand head. I didn’t even remember where he’d gotten the slick. I would’ve believed a magical gnome had hand delivered it from Sex Land at this point. I was that far gone. He shifted behind me and rested his thick cock on my ass.

“Want it, Daddy. Need it,” I said through gritted teeth, yanking on the cuffs.

He hummed. I was stunned when his slick cock tapped at my asshole. I glanced over my shoulder, and he slid the wand massager under me and along my shaft. It was like gettingshocked by lightning. I basically left my body to float around on a cloud.

A pleased hum swirled in my ear as he started to stretch me with a slick finger beside the massager in my ass, which was enough of a distraction that I didn’t careen over the edge. I had no idea how long the tease went on. Each time I thought I was going to shoot right into the abyss of getting off, he would stretch me slightly past the point of comfort. Eventually, I had the prostate massager in my ass along with four of his fingers.

He flexed his fingertips, and I moaned and tugged on the cuffs.

“What are you doing, Daddy?” I licked my lips, and they were salty from my tears.

“Ruining you, Baby Girl,” he growled.

My vision grayed out, but somehow, I didn’t come. He pushed on the massager, disturbing its angle, and I was so full. I groaned as the vibrations got worse—harsher. I gritted my teeth while my cock twitched.

Damn, damn, damn. I was going to spill. I whined when he removed his fingers, but then cried out as his cock—dripping with lube—began to work its way into me.

Everything was too much.

My nipples were so hard they hurt, and each time the toy rippled, my cockhead pulsed. The extra stretch was blowing my mind, shredding my sanity. When Matt was fully seated inside me, the endless barrage on my prostate had me screeching. He was so big that he was jamming the toy directly into my prostate and vibrating my soul.

“Are you going to . . . ?”

Hell yes, he began to fuck me. I yelled as he did something, and the vibrations got even worse. How many settings did this thing have?

“Color?” he growled out.

“Fuck, Daddy! Fuck! Green!” My voice was ragged, and I’d been yelling and crying so hard I was gasping for air.

He moaned and fucked me, slow, sensuous. I tried to thrust back against him, but he didn’t let me. Instead, he held my hips still and slid in and out of me so cautiously I was going to die.

“Daddy, please.” I stopped making words and just started sobbing. It was so fucking good that I was going to erupt into a puff of smoke and disappear into the pleasure. He picked up speed, and the massager pressed on my spot each time he rocked in.

“Shit, this is tight. Fuck!” Matt gained momentum all at once—his control must’ve snapped—and the wand massager slipped from his hand. He drove me down against the bed, and I landed on the jiggling toy. I stiffened. Couldn’t say anything. Couldn’t even squeak. I was in too much shock with him fucking the massager in my ass against my prostate, plus I’d landedright on the wand. My cockhead was being vibrated, directly on the tip. I sucked air and couldn’t open my eyes.

He fucked faster,harder. “You’re all mine, Baby Girl.” His words were cut off by a moan that caressed my ear, and I’d never heard him sound that way, as if he was going to fall completely apart.

“Matt! Matt, I’m going to come,” I whispered around a sob.

He growled and sucked a kiss on my neck, all hot lips, and then he sank his teeth in, and I knew he was bruising me. Leaving a mark so his brother would know I was taken.

I washis.

Wordlessly, I yelled as I came, shoved over the edge so hard by all the toys and his cock that my ab muscles clenched and ached, and my balls were going to twist inside out. It was so good it was nearly bad.

Matt roared and shoved in deep, and I sobbed at the overstimulation and extra stretch. I twitched and whined, andanother wave of soul crushing pleasure spiraled through my stomach as the massager buzzed away on my cock and the other one continued to pulsate in my ass.

My eyes wouldn’t open. Was I dead? No, my heart thundered in my ears as I convulsed.

After a floaty time in outer space, I registered Matt and the massager slipping out of my ass, and then he rolled me on my side and slid the wand away. It continued to buzz somewhere nearby like flies on a lazy summer day. The cuffs were undone, and there was murmuring, something constant and low. After a while, the words resolved into a gentle patter that made sense.

“I love you, Baby Girl. Baby Girl? Lovebug? Quin? Shit, are you okay?”

“Green,” I mumbled.

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