Page 157 of Evil Hearts

Stuffed. Stretched. Spread to my limits. I let out a guttural noise of all the air rushing out of me.

The deep, “Can this be fate?” thoughts of a second ago vanish.

I don’t care if it’s fate or not, I’m keeping this cock and the man attached. “Oh, wow.” I finally can make an intelligible sound.

“Wow,” Bryce echoes in a hazy voice. “I… I didn’t think it would happen fast like that.”

I move experimentally, but I can’t move much. I run a hand between my thighs, rubbing my clit to help combat the burning sensation of being stretched to the breaking point, only to find that I’m literally bulging, belly pushed out. “I didn’t expect that, either,” I say in a strained voice. “Move slow.”

“I will. I don’t have to move at all.” Bryce puts one palm on each of my cheeks and parts them. “I could come just from looking at you spread around me. Feeling your walls ripple against me.”

I twitch, muscles trying to relax against this sudden intruder. Bryce groans, and a new flood of wetness soaks me. When he moans, the deep bass rumble of his voice shoots through me, and now we’re connected. He vibrates inside of me, and my muscles start to go soft.

“You might be able to, but I can’t. I need friction,” I say, gently rocking forward, seeing what it feels like. It doesn’t hurtthis time, but the deep, Oh-My-God-I-May-Never-Walk-Again stretch is still there.

“Oh, I’m sorry, my love. My mate. My treasure. I was caught up for a moment in how good you feel.” Bryce massages my lower back with one hand and snakes the other one around my hip. With his long arms, he easily reaches my pussy and rubs it too.

I’m in the center of a massage sandwich with a delicious, thick filling.

“I would never neglect my mate,” he whispers, beginning to rub more purposefully.

Tingles of pleasure work with the “hurts so good” stretch, and I feel us start to slip and slide together. I cautiously let myself fall forward, head on a pillow, spine arching high with his huge cock parting me. My hips rock and his rush to meet me, short, shallow thrusts at first, getting longer and harder as we build up our tempo.

“You feel amazing,” he whispers.

I look back over my shoulder to see the enraptured expression on his rugged face before pleasure forces my eyes closed. “More,” I beg, sure that’s a word I shouldn’t be using.

“You won’t take more yet,” Bryce cautions.

“Harder. Faster. Not deeper. Not yet.” I know bodies can stretch, but there’s no way I can have ten or twelve inches stuffed inside me on the first try. “I like a challenge,” I say.

He gets it. “Don’t worry. I’ve never missed a practice, never missed a game,” he chuckles. “We’ll go as far as you want. Just being with you is all I need.”

“So sweet,” I purr, marveling that this massive monster can be pounding me steadily while still romancing me.

He’s kind of perfect.

Perfect for me.

“Harder,” I remind him, hips working back insistently.

With a grunt that sends those delicious vibrations through me, he complies.

Slap, brush, slap, brush. The room is silent except for my thighs on his fur and the obscenely wet, splashing sounds that turn to a steady squelch as he fucks me harder. In moments, we’re both lost. His hands fasten to my waist, and his grunts are a deep, growling staccato, little bursts of spine-tingling noise on every thrust.

I’m not even aware of the sounds I’m making at first until I realize that the constant moan that rides up and down the octave like a singer warming up is me, riding cycles of pleasure. The cycles get shorter and harder, more pointed. Every space inside of me is filled. Every spot I’ve ever wanted a lover to find is touched and rubbed by default by the huge, heavy cock inside of me.

“Soon?” Bryce asks in a strangled voice.

I think he’d keep pounding me until he passed out. Or until I did. The pressure from inside radiates down to my clit. His hand connects with mine over the swollen bulge of my lower abdomen, circling on my clit as he slams in deep, making my eyes fly open as I let out a screech.

The orgasm that rocks me is like nothing I’ve felt before. It doesn’t stay in my erogenous zones, but it fuses them all together until my entire body feels like it’s pulsing, throbbing. It’s scary for a second, feeling everything burst, everything slip from my control as I sob in pleasure and my muscles desert me, leaving me limp under Bryce.

But he has me in his strong arms, holding me tight as his own orgasm follows mine, a pumping torrent of hot cum that somehow adds one more wave of mini-climaxes to the tsunami that just hit me. “Fia!” he bellows, hips suddenly slamming into mine out of rhythm, jerking and dancing against my legs until Ican feel sticky streams overflowing my spent pussy and coating my thighs.

I’m such a mess. Such a happy, happy mess. “Bryce.” I reach back to caress his face when we crash down, his body huddled around mine, spooning me as we’re still joined.

“I love you,” he pants, spent. He clutches me close, post-orgasmic shudders rocking his giant frame.

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