Page 90 of Until I Break

“Relax, Cassidy,” Jasper says, keeping hold of my hips so I can’t move away.

“I can’t,” I whine. “What the fuck do you feed that thing?!”

“Little brats who push my buttons,” he growls as he forces me to take a bit more of him. I gasp and smack his arms as I continue to try and pull away.

“Jasper!” I whine. “I can’t.”

“You can, and you will.”

“You won’t fit, python dick. I’m breakable!” I complain.

“I’ll make it fit. Either relax or be in pain. Either way, you are taking me,” he says with firmness in his voice.

“Fuck!” I complain loudly, but eventually sigh heavily and try to focus. I drop my head to his shoulder, and he wraps his arms around my body to hug me. I loop my arms around his neck and relax against him.

I move up a bit beforeslowlybringing myself down. My breath catches in my throat, and I whimper as he fills me. “Breathe, Cass. You’re doing good,” he praises softly in my ear. “Look at you, baby. You’re doing it. Just a bit more.”

“Fuck, how long?” I ask, panting.

“Eight. You’re halfway there. Go slow,” he says.

“Just… make me. Slow is…” I don’t even get the sentence out of my mouth before he grabs my hips and slams me down on him. “Fuck! Oh my God! Why are you so goddamn big?! No wonder you have two wives. They have to take turns getting ripped the fuck open.”

“You are dramatic,” he laughs. I tighten my pussy around him, and his head drops back as he groans deeply. “Fucking brat. If you aren’t capable, just say that.”

“What?!”

“If you aren’t capable of taking me, just say that you can’t handle me,” he says. I open my eyes and look at him. He has a smirk on his face. The fucker is challenging me.

“Asshole,” I groan as I rock my hips.

“I can definitely take your ass next, but I don’t think you want me to.”

“No! Fuck you. Fuck no. Stay away from my ass, python dick.”

“How can I help, Cass?” Jasper asks seriously.

“I don’t want to learn this because I simply won’t,” I explain.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, hold me down and fuck me as hard as you can. I gave up my safe word for a reason. Give me a reason to want to use it,” I say.

His chuckle is dark as he stands up with me still on his cock before laying me back on the ottoman in front of us. He pulls all of the way out and drips lube on me and himself. When he hooks my legs over his arms and folds me in half, the gravity of the situation is sinking in. I am shaking with anticipation when he leans in and rubs his cock across my clit. “Oh, fuck. That feels great.”

Without uttering a single fucking word, this man slams into me, forcing me to take every single inch of his massive cock. Thescream that comes out of me is both of pain and pleasure. He then pulls out and does it again.

And again.

And again.

The human vagina is about four inches long when not aroused. When aroused, it can take double that. Is it comfortable? Fuck no. Is it possible? With enough lube, sure. As Jasper fucks me, like the oxygen that he breathes is dependent on how loud I’m screaming. I love pain. I love the adrenaline that it brings. I love it when I’m in control of it. Although technically, I am not in control of this because I gave up the right to have control, I know he will not hurt me. If he wanted to hurt me, he could absolutely rip me apart with this dick. The fact that he has enough restraint to not completely destroy my cervix speaks volumes of his character. Obviously, I know him on the professional side of things, but this. This is different.

I am nearly hyperventilating as this man fucks me into a stupor. I’m not panicking, but it sounds like I am. I can’t say a word because I can’t draw in a breath large enough to be able to speak. After a while of this, Jasper drops my legs so he can lean into me. I bring my hands to his biceps and dig my nails into his skin, trying to find a way to ground myself.

“Breathe, Cassidy. I don’t mind fucking you while you are limp, but I’d rather you be awake,” he says coolly. Something about this tickles me and I start laughing. This completely snapped me out of the painful haze blanketing my brain. “There you go. Good girl. See? Isn’t that better?”

“God yes,” I groan. With my body more relaxed this is far more tolerable. He is still shoving deep, but guttural moans pour out of me as he quickens his pace.

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