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Tears sprang to my eyes, and I choked back a sob, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to breathe.

Ronan held himself still inside me, and a shudder ran through his body.

“Your little asshole is so very tight,” he said, his voice rough and uneven. He was holding back, waiting for me to adjust. My chestfelt constricted, my lungs burning for air, but I couldn’t seem to get enough.

“It hurts,” I said, my voice just as shaky.

“It’s supposed to, naughty girl. You’re being punished,” he replied, and a hot string of arousal pulsed through me, momentarily pushing aside the pain. My asshole throbbed and clenched around him, the deep pain still racing up and down my spine, but eventually it started to lessen.

“I don’t want—” I began, but he quickly cut me off.

“Don’t lie to me, love. I know how much you’re enjoying yourself. I felt it with every clench of your tight ass around my fingers and my cock. Not every girl has a needy little bottom hole, but I can tell that you do,” he said, his voice hoarse and full of dark promise.

Then he leaned forward, his hand reaching underneath me between my legs and he pinched my clit.

I shattered.

A sob caught in the back of my throat as a blinding pleasure shot through me. I couldn’t hold it back, couldn’t control myself, couldn’t stop myself.

My whole body shuddered, my asshole clenching down hard on his cock. The pleasure mixed with the pain, and suddenly, the lines between the two became blurred.

I couldn’t tell which was what as the world tilted sideways. My inner walls fluttered around empty air as red-hot pleasure raced through me.

My toes curled and my fingers dug into the sheets beneath me. The orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, washing everything else away until there was nothing left but me and him and his cock buried deep in my ass.

My pleasure started to ebb, and the pain returned, slamming back into me with a vengeance. My asshole pulsed with residual soreness, almost piercingly so, and I let out a cry.

“That’s the last time I’m going to touch that sweet little pussy of yours, love. From now on, you’re just going to come and come and come while I fuck this needy little hole of yours,” he warned.

Then, without waiting for me to catch my breath, he drew back and slammed back into me.

The pain was immediate and overwhelming. I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak.

All I could do was feel.

He fucked me hard and deep, each thrust driving his cock into my sore little hole, his hips slapping against the skin of my bottom.

“Such a naughty girl, making me punish this defiant little ass with my cock,” he mused, and I blushed hard as a fresh wave of shame at being punished this way crashed over me.

Because it wasn’t that this felt wrong.

It was because it felt infinitely right.

Every thrust brought another wave of pain and pleasure, the two mixing and mingling together until I couldn’t tell one from the other. I couldn’t see straight. All I could do was hold still, take it, and hope that I could survive this.

Ronan gripped my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my flesh, sure to leave bruises.

The pain only added to the pleasure, and I found myself pushing back against him, taking him deeper, and despite everything inside me that tried to stop it, my desire rose unabated once more.

I didn’t want to come again.

But I did.

I came once. Then twice. Then a third time, and I knew that there would be no denying how much I enjoyed having my bottom fucked after this. My clit pulsed and my pussy clenched, my muscles growing tired from the strain.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept fucking me, his cock thrusting in and out, stretching and opening and punishing me. The pain was still there, but the pleasure was stronger.

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