Page 50 of His Naughty Girl

The shameful words sent a new jolt of heat through me. I felt my pussy clench, as if hungry for Dylan’s return there rather than in the more forbidden place he meant to use. Dylan noticed, of course, and laughed softly.

“You like that idea, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asked, pressing his finger more firmly against my anus. “The thought of me using your tight little bottom for my pleasure makes you wet.”

I sobbed into the bedcovers, overwhelmed by shame and desire. Dylan was right—the idea of him claiming me there, using me so completely, teaching me to be a good girl for him, sent sparks of need shooting through my core.

“Please,” I whimpered, without knowing what I meant.

“Shh,” Dylan soothed, his free hand stroking my lower back. “Just relax and let me in, sweetheart. I’m going to enjoy fucking this sweet butt so much.”

With that, he pressed forward, his well-lubricated finger sliding past the tight ring of muscle. I cried out at the intrusion, my body instinctively trying to resist.

“That’s it,” Dylan encouraged. “Bear down for me, Andrea. Let me in.”

I did as he instructed, forcing myself to relax as Dylan worked his finger deeper. The burning stretch made me gasp and squirm, but Dylan held me steady.

“Good girl,” he said. “I think you’re ready, and I’m so hard it hurts. You’re going to get it now.”

Dylan’s hands left my body, and I heard the rustle of clothing as he undressed. My heart raced, anticipation and fear warring within me. I kept my face pressed to the covers, not daring to look back at him.

“Reach back and spread those cheeks for me, Andrea,” Dylan commanded softly. “Show me how eager you are to please me.”

Trembling, I did as he instructed. I reached back with both hands, grasping my sore bottom and pulling my cheeks apart.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Dylan praised. “Hold yourself open for me.”

I felt the bed dip as Dylan positioned himself behind me. Then I let out a whimper from deep in my chest as I felt the soft, warm pressure of his cock’s head pressing against my virgin anus. I bit my lip hard, instinctively trying to pull away.

“Shh,” Dylan commanded. “Stay still. You’re going to take it. You need to learn.”

He pushed forward slowly but inexorably. I cried out as the head of his cock breached me, stretching me wider than I thought possible. Tears sprang to my eyes at the burning pain.

“Good girl,” Dylan growled. “So nice and tight.”

His big hands covered mine, pressing them firmly against my cheeks, making me hold myself open as he continued to push inside. Inch by agonizing inch, he filled me, until finally I felt his hips press against my bruised bottom.

My face flamed with heat as I realized Dylan was fully seated inside me. His thick cock stretched me to my limits, claiming my most private place. I felt utterly possessed, completely at his mercy.

“Oh, god,” I sobbed. “It’s so much…”

“You’re doing really well, sweetheart,” Dylan murmured, as if taming a wild animal. “That’s it. Good girl.”

He began to move then, withdrawing slightly before thrusting back in. Each movement sent shockwaves of sensation throughme—pain and pleasure intermingling until I couldn’t tell them apart.

Dylan’s pace increased, his hips slapping against my sore bottom. His hands gripped mine tightly, keeping me spread open for his use. I cried out with each thrust, overwhelmed by the intense feelings.

“That’s it,” Dylan growled. “Take it like a good girl. Let me fuck this sweet ass.”

His crude words sent another surge of shameful arousal through me. I pushed back against him, wanting more despite the pain.

Dylan groaned in approval. “Such an eager little slut, Andrea, aren’t you?” he panted.

“Yes!” I cried out, beyond caring about my shame. “Yes, sir! I… I… need it so much!”

Dylan’s thrusts grew harder, faster. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by our mingled cries of pleasure.

Dylan’s grip on my hands suddenly loosened. “You may let go of your butt, Andrea,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “I want you to play with that pretty little cooch while I fuck your ass.”

Trembling, I released my grip on my bottom cheeks. Dylan’s hands moved to my hips, holding me steady as he continued to thrust into me.

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