Another finger slides in. My mind is drifting. I’m already open and vulnerable when an unexpected burst of pleasure makes me buck and shout.
I cry out as I feel it again. My body relaxes further as I refocus on the pleasure deep inside me. I think—oh my god, I think that’s my prostate. I mean, I knew it was supposed to feel good but …
I moan and writhe as he pushes deeper, stretching and stroking me inside until all I can think about is that sensation.
My cock is aching, throbbing. I want to touch it, but I’m too lost in the pleasure of him stroking inside me, so lost in it that I’m loose and submissive as he pulls me up, turning me until I’m on my knees with my face on the mattress. He’s behind me, between my legs.
Fear rises through the haze of my arousal as his fingers withdraw and are immediately replaced by the huge head of his cock.
Oh my god. He’s about tofuckme. This isn’t something I’ve ever imagined. I can’t wrap my head around it.
I cry out as he starts to push inside, stretching me impossibly wide. I try to scramble away, but he hooks an arm around my hips. He stops pushing but doesn’t withdraw. I bury my face in the blankets, shaking. His hand settles on my back. He rubs, hesitantly at first, then more firmly.
I take a deep breath, trying to adjust to the sensation of my hole stretching around his cock.
I don’t understand how I can be shaking like this, overwhelmed like this, and still completely hard, but I am.
He starts to push inside me.
“Fuck!” I bark into the blankets. “Fuck!”
It’s too much. I can’t. I fuckingcan’t. I start clawing at the blankets. Tears spring to my eyes. He growls a warning and tightens his grip as he pushes, slowly but unrelentingly, deeper inside me.
And deeper.
And, holy fuck,deeper.
I’m gasping, shaking, sweating by the time his pelvis finally hits my ass.
I could never have imagined this reality. I’m on my knees with my face on a mattress, in a prison cell, and a very dangerous man has his huge cock buried in my ass. And despite the burn, despite the foreignness, despite the fact that this is scary as hell, my cock is still hard.
I haven’t even touched it.
This is not how I know my own body. I’m not sexual.
I moan as he pulls back. His cockhead drags through me. His hands are gripping my hips. I can hear his short, harsh breathing. I think he’s trying to control himself.
We both groan as he pushes back in. After a few more slow pumps, the burn is gone. It’s only fullness. Pressure. A thrum along my nerves and a deep, powerful arousal. I can feel my cock pressing up against my belly. My balls are full and aching. And when he starts to really fuck me, I moan and give myself to it.
His cock pumps into me. His pelvis smacks my ass. His balls slap against me. I push back because, fuck, it feels good.
He plants a hand on my lower back, pushing me into an arch—
“Fuck!” I shout as pleasure bursts inside me and I almost come. He fucks me harder and faster, punching deep, hittingmy prostate again and again until my mind is shattered and I’m just moaning and half sobbing into the blankets because it’s too much, too much, too much.
Then I fucking explode.
I scream into the mattress as the most intense orgasm of my life rips through me. My balls draw up. My cock throbs and kicks. Hot cum hits my stomach and chest.
And he keeps fucking me. He’s grunting, pounding, rutting hard into my ass. His fingers dig into my hips. I feel every slap of his body, every inch of his cock.
I moan as I float inside myself. Pleasure, duller but deeper, builds again.
When he punches forward and shouts, when his cock kicks inside me and I feel the hot spurt of his cum, I thrash and scream because something just happened and, oh my fucking god, I think I just came again.
Spasms wrack my body. I’m outside myself. Shattered. I’m loose and unable to think as he pulls out of me. I whine softly at the empty feeling he leaves behind. I don’t like it. He maneuvers me onto my side and tugs me into the crook of his body. It’s not enough. The contact is external. It’s not the same.
I need … fuck, I need—