A shiver ran through me.
I should fight harder. I should outright refuse. Scream.
But I didn’t.
My fingers trembled as I obeyed, exposing myself to him.
My pussy clenched, my body preparing for his touch, as if it knew something my mind refused to accept. Could it possibly feel good?
He reached for the nightstand, grabbing a bottle. I flinched at the cool sensation as he poured the liquid over me, lube dripping between my cheeks, slick and shocking.
I flinched.
His thumb massaged the liquid over my tight hole, working it in, then spreading it over his cock with a ragged breath.
His tip pressed against my tightest entrance, and let out a low moan, the sudden pressure overwhelming.
“Relax,” he murmured, stroking my lower back. “You can take it.”
A fresh wave of heat pooled between my legs.
I didn’t want this.
And yet—I did.
I whimpered. Burned.
His grip tightened on my hips, keeping me still.
Then he pushed inside.
The sensation was shocking, a raw gasp tearing from my throat as my body fought against the stretch. My ass clenched instinctively, resisting him, but it was useless.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure.
Tears pricked my eyes at the intensity. The sharp pressure felt unbearable, but beneath it… something else.
A spark. A slow-building pleasure I didn’t understand. He pushed deeper, slowly, an inch at a time as I felt my body open up for him.
“That’s it, baby.” His voice was low, coaxing. “You’re getting used to it.”
His breath ghosted over my ear.
“My dick in your ass. How’s that feel?”
I bit my lip, a small breathless moan escaping. The pain was still there, still intense. I struggled for words, had to breathe through it. I let out a slow exhale.
He leaned in again, his breath hot against my ear. “I asked you a question, princess.”
His cock throbbed inside me, stretching, pulsing, owning me.
“How does that dick feel in your ass?”
I whimpered, lips parting but no words came.
His fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back slightly.
“Answer me.”