Page 67 of Savage Protector

I manage a nod. “It feels strange. I’m not sure…”

“We can stop you want to.”

“No! Oh, no, I don’t want to stop.” That’s something I most definitelyamsure of.

“Right, then.” He reaches for the dildo.

I have limited experience with these gadgets, but in comparison to the real thing it looks relatively modest. I prefer not to say so, though. He might have a bigger one hidden somewhere.

He coats the toy in the lube gel, then positions it at my entrance. “It’ll go in easier if you help.”

“How?” I croak.

“When I push forward, you relax and push back. Don’t tense up or try to resist.”

“O-okay.” I will try. Really. I know I can stop this with a word, but I can’t deny I’m scared.

The pressure starts, gentle at first, then increasing. I’m aware of my entrance stretching to accommodate the toy. It starts to burn; I must be close to my limit.

I let out a low groan. It’s hard not to stiffen up.

Zayn pauses, allows me a few moments to adjust, then he continues.

The worst seems to be over. Seconds later, the dildo is fully seated.

Zayn pats my buttock again and tilts his head to admire his work. “Beautiful,” he breathes.

I’m not sure how I would describe it. I settle for, “Oh. What now?”

“Now, we play.” He grasps the end of the toy and withdraws it about halfway, then slides it back in.

I groan again, but not in pain. The sensation is exquisite, intimate and shameful, while exciting and exhilarating at the same time.

He repeats the action, and I groan again.

Is that good?”

I nod eagerly. “It is. It is good…”

He fucks me slowly with the dildo. In, out. In, out. Each gliding stroke intensifies the feeling. My arousal soars.

“I never knew, never imagined…”

He shifts his position to enable him to reach under me, to find my quivering clit and squeeze it.

“Oh my God.” My voice comes out as a sort of strangled scream. The sensation is intense, almost unbearable. My orgasm rushes up from my core, threatens to overwhelm me.

He releases my clit, and the dildo goes still. “Calm down, sweetheart. We’re not there yet.”

“What? Not where? I don’t understand…”

He withdraws the dildo entirely. I could weep, I feel bereft. Empty.

Another shift in position, a swift daubing of lube over his massive erection, and his dick is at my entrance. My first, my only thought, is that it is so very much bigger than that dildo.

“I’m not sure. What if it doesn’t fit?”

What am I babbling about? It can’t possibly fit.

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