Page 72 of Biker's Conquest: Property of Rage

My surprise comes from how gently he hits me for the tenth strike. Bastard. He wants what he wants and tonight, he clearly had a plan. My pussy dribbles with desire and honestly confusion. How will taking him back there really feel? Could it possibly feel good? And if it hurts… How far am I really willing to go for Deacon’s pleasure?

Will my failure to take his dick up my ass change everything between us?

Deacon leavesme no time to panic. He grips the butt plug and slides it out of my ass slowly. Every inch of me tingles with awareness of how my asshole feels with the new absence. Lubricant keeps me slippery and I feel my backdoor stretched open for Deacon. He nudges my ass with the head of his dick. My flesh stings, but I already survived the spanking. My biggest concern right now is Deacon’s dick pressed against my asshole.

He pushes forward just enough to keep me spread, but not enough to hurt me yet. This man has an enormous cock. There’s no way he’s getting inside me without causing some pain. The stinging pain from my ass taking the riding crop turns into a throbbing sensation deep within my muscles and then tingling all over my skin. His gentlest touch sends a surge of euphoria straight through me.

Deacon pushes his dick deep enough inside me that the head stretches my ass wide. I shudder and freeze in place. This is going to hurt so much more than this because Deacon has to slide so many more inches deeper in my ass. It’s hard enough to fit just the head up my ass. I have to breathe slowly to numb the pain, but Deacon pushes forward when he detects me calming down. Another inch of his cock inside me hurts.

But I want my husband to enjoy this and I want to trust him enough that I can enjoy this too. Slowly, Deacon slides his dick all the way inside my ass. He takes so long that I can adjust to each initial burst of pain. When he gets his dick inside my ass all the way to the hilt, my relief is only temporary. He has to move that dick back and forth inside my tight asshole and just getting him inside took so long.

Deacon leans over me slowly. I can feel his breath on myback and then his hand reaches in front to spread my pussy lips.

“I’ll touch you while I fuck your ass to ease the pain,” he whispers. “I’ve been waiting to do this for months.”

He teases my clit with his fingers as he pulls his dick out of my ass. I hold my breath as I wait for him to slam back in, but Deacon just keeps playing with my clit as he slides back inside me with a slow, precise rhythm. He continues playing with my clit and fucking my ass at a slow, easy pace until a shocking tight pleasure builds in my core. I gasp for breath and Deacon grunts.

“Good,” he whispers. “Cum with my dick in your ass. I want to feel that little hole get tight around my cock…”

Deacon keeps teasing my clit, not really giving me a choice about cumming. The pleasure is too intense and the way his dick spreads my ass apart causes the friction to rub my clit in an unexpectedly exciting way. The orgasm building feels huge. I gasp Deacon’s name and impulsively throw my ass back to meet his thrusting, completely forgetting the slices up and down my butt cheeks.

He groans as I throw my hips back against him and my impulsive actions don’t just surprise him, but force him to finish inside me before he was fully ready. He grips my ass cheeks, pressing his palms into my cuts as he tries to regain control over himself that he already lost. My pussy throbs as a deep anal orgasm overwhelms my body and Deacon’s cum erupts in a thick, sticky gush inside my butt.

“Fuck,” he growls, pushing his hips forward to shove the cum deeper into my ass. “Your ass is fucking perfect.”

I can’t believe I justcame…Deacon doesn’t share my surprise. He slides his dick out of me slowly and lifts me to my feet. He wraps his arms around me, showing me affection much faster than he normally did after ourrough sessions.

“Bath,” he whispers. “We won’t have much time before the baby wakes up.”

“My boobs already hurt from wanting to feed.”

Deacon chuckles. “Don’t tempt me to have a taste…”

“Deacon…”

“What? It’s instinctive.”

“It’s gross.”

“Fine,” he whispers. “Next time. Tonight, I’ll sponge you clean and cuddle you until our little one needs his mother.”

I lean against my husband,ready for him to sweep me off my feet and into a nice warm bath. He knows exactly what it takes to put me into this blissful state of mind. I slip my hand in his, ready to leave our new playroom together, but already aching with excitement for us to test out all his toys in the future…

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Ethan

My stomach burns. It feels like someone poured gasoline down my throat and made me swallow a cigarette. Therapy. It’s for bitches. Pussies. But I needsomethingto make me stop and if I don’t pull myself out of this hole right now, I’ll do something much worse than what I’ve done already.Fuck.

I made Boston a dangerous, unlivable hellhole within a few months of being here and mom still has treatment at Mass General. My losses at the card table directly cause her suffering. I should be better than this. But I’m not.

The door to the waiting room opens and I nearly fall out of my chair. This woman is the therapist? She looks like she belongs on a stripper pole. I don’t mean that in a racist way but holy shit, she has an ass on her.

“Mr. Shaw?” she asks, holding a notebook while looking around the room, even if I’m the only one in it. I don’t look like the type of guy who belongs in therapy.Good.

“Here.”

She gives me a warm smile, but not one that’s overly friendly.

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