Page 41 of Hero Worship

"Fuck, please," I gasped as he twisted his fingers. "I can take it. I need it."

His fingers withdrew, leaving me empty and desperate. When I felt the head of his cock press against me, my breath caught. He was so much bigger than anyone I'd ever taken before. Just the tip felt impossible.

"Still sure about this, baby?" He teased the head against my hole. "Sure you can handle all of me?"

"Stop teasing and fuck me," I demanded, trying to push back. But his grip on my hip held me firmly in place. "I swear to god if you don't—"

My words cut off in a choked gasp as he pushed inside. The stretch was overwhelming, far more intense than his fingers had prepared me for. Each inch felt like being split open in the best possible way.

"Fuck," I panted as he kept pressing deeper. "So big. You're so fucking big."

"That's it," he growled, pausing to let me adjust. "Take all of Daddy's cock." His mouth found my throat, sucking another mark as he pushed the final inches in.

When he bottomed out, I could barely breathe. I'd never felt so completely filled, so thoroughly claimed. His cock felt huge inside me, almost too big, too much.

"Move," I begged after a moment. "Please, I need you to move."

"So demanding." He pulled back slowly, letting me feel every thick inch before slamming back in. The force of it knocked the breath from my lungs. "Is this what you wanted? To be split open on my cock?"

"Yes," I moaned as he set a brutal pace. "God yes. Harder, please. Mark me up more while you fuck me."

He obliged, adding new bruises to my collection as he claimed me. Each thrust felt deeper than the last, his size making me see stars. The silk of my underwear was soaked through, dragging against my cock with every movement.

"You feel so fucking perfect around my cock," he growled, driving deeper. His teeth found my throat again, sucking new marks into already bruised skin. "Fuck, the way you clench around me every time I mark you up."

I could only moan in response, lost in the overwhelming sensation of his size stretching me open while his mouth claimed me. Each thrust had his cock hitting spots that made my vision blur.

"Please," I gasped as he bit down particularly hard. "I'm close. So fucking close."

"Not yet." His grip tightened on my hip, pace turning brutal. "You don't come until I say. Not until I've marked you up exactly how I want."

"Daddy, please," I begged, trembling. "I can't... fuck, you're so deep. Need to come. Please let me come."

"Since you asked so nicely." He shifted angles and my lips parted in a silent O. "Come for me. Show me how much you love being claimed like this."

His teeth sank into my shoulder as he slammed in hard. And that was it. I came with a broken cry, clenching tight. The intensity of it had me seeing white, pleasure crashing through me in waves.

"Fuck," he groaned against my neck, hips stuttering.

He ground in deep as he came, and I could feel every pulse of his release. His mouth found my throat one last time, sucking another bruise onto the skin.

We stayed like that for long moments, both trembling with aftershocks. I winced slightly as Ash eased out of me, oversensitive and aching in the best way. His cum leaked down my thighs, marking me just like he'd promised. The silk of my underwear was ruined, soaked through with sweat and release.

"Don't move," he murmured, kissing my neck where he'd left the deepest marks. "Be right back."

He returned with a warm washcloth, cleaning me up with surprisingly gentle hands. His fingers traced over the bruises blooming across my skin, looking satisfied with his work.

"Fuck, these are dark." He pressed one particularly vivid mark on my throat. "You okay?"

"Mm." I stretched, enjoying the burn. "More than okay."

A smirk tugged at his mouth as he carefully eased the ruined silk down my legs. "Pretty sure we destroyed these."

"Worth it." I grabbed his wrist, tugging him back into bed. "We can always buy more."

He settled behind me, arm wrapping around my waist as he nuzzled into my neck. His fingers kept exploring the marks he'd left, touch possessive but gentle. "You sure I wasn't too rough?"

"God no." I pressed back against him. "That was fucking perfect."

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