Page 225 of Heartless Legacy

He’s taller and bigger than me. Whatever control I have is what he’s giving me. It’s not the same as complete surrender. “I- I have an idea.”

Grabbing his towel, I drag him to my bedroom. “On the bed, on your stomach, with your eyes closed.” I order, before going to the closet to find one of the packages he sent months ago. I clean the item, and when I step back into the bedroom, Pax is lying face down like I requested.

It takes a few minutes to strap the harness on and fit the dildo into it the right way. I crawl onto the bed, lying on my side next to him, slowly dragging my fingers across his body. Then I kiss him. He tastes like me and a hint of mint.

Closing my eyes, I allow myself to disappear into the kiss, pressing closer to him. He pulls away. When I look at him, he’s looking at the contraption between us. “Now would be the time to forfeit, Pax.”

“I don’t need to.”

He rolls onto his side, resuming our kiss. Our bodies sliding and rolling against each other. This time I break the kiss, panting. I push him back on his stomach and, reaching for thelube, dribble some between his cheeks, teasing the entrance of his puckered little hole. Slowly, I work two fingers inside, stretching him. “You sure about this?”

He pushes onto his knees, hips tilted towards me. I add more lube, then another finger. I revel in hearing every gasp and the feel of his body opening. When I think he’s ready, I slather a bunch of lube on the plastic cock, running my hand across the entire surface to make sure it’s fully coated.

Starting at his neck, I kiss down the length of his body, and bite his left ass cheek, before lining the tip of the dildo at his entrance. I’m careful not to just ram inside, knowing that it takes finesse and care not to cause damage.

My core clenches at the sexy sound of his groan as I work it in a little deeper, then pull out, slowly easing in again. With each stroke I go a little deeper, watching his asshole open, taking me in, until my thighs are flush with his ass.

I run my hand down his spine, kissing below his shoulder blades, before taking a few practice strokes. The base of the strap on is flush against my clit, which gets stimulated with each move of my hips. “You okay?” I ask.

“Mmm.”

This is my first time, so I’m nervous. I start off slow, testing my rhythm. The friction on my clit, helping to guide me to what feels right, continually running my hands over his body.

“Fuck, that feels good, Nem.”

“Does it?”

“Yes. So damn good. You’re in me so deep.”

I lean over his back and reach under his hips to grab his cock. Stroking it as I slide in and out of his greedy hole.

“Oh, shit!”

“You like that, big guy? Like my fat cock in your ass while I stroke yours?”

“Yes! Yes, I like it.So, somuch.”

Getting into it, I grip his hips for leverage, fucking him harder. Rolling my hips on the down thrust. “Look at you, taking this dick so good. Fuck, you look so sexy underneath me like this.” I pop his ass. One cheek, than the other. “You taking this dick like a good boy.”

He gasps,“Fuck.”

My thrusts grow more urgent, the pressure in my clit builds. I go back to stroking his cock, twisting at the base and tugging hard as I pull up.

“Nem, I’m so close. You’re gonna make me cum, baby.”

“Good. I want you to.”

He grasps the pillow and tries to bury his face in it. “Oh no, you don’t.” I grip his hair, pulling his face away from the bed. “I wanna hear you. I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel.”

“So good, Nem. You’re making me feel so damngoo-ood.” With a final tug on his dick, he shudders beneath me. The ragged, almost pained groan is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard him make. His cum splashes all over my hand and sheets.

I stay buried inside him, grinding against him, using the pressure from the base of the strap-on to bring me to the edge. My breaths come in heavy pants, my strokes are choppy. I can’t hold back any longer and let the pleasure crash over me. “Agh…” My body bends over his, and I bite down on his lower back as my orgasm washes through me.

It takes a while to catch my breath. Peppering kisses along his spine, I pull out slowly, brushing a soothing hand across his ass. “You okay?” I ask as I slouch to my side, clumsily reaching down to work the cramp out of my leg.

I now have a newfound respect for men that last more than five minutes. Being the one thrusting with a dick requires more athleticism and endurance than you’d think.

“Am I okay?” He barks out a raspy laugh. “My wildest fantasy just came true. I’d say I’m better than okay.”

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