Page 56 of Matrix

I’d agree to anything right now. Feral passion, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, turns me into a beast. The second he releases my breasts, I fall forward. I grab the cheeks of my ass and spread them wide. No one’s ever taken me there, but I trust him not to hurt me … too much. Since we began sleeping together, he has taught me an important lesson about sex. A little pain enhances my pleasure, and I’m starting to really love it.

“No yelling. Your pussy’s so juicy, babe. I’m stealing some for lube.” He pushes his fingers into me and waits until they’re sopping wet before he pulls them out. Rubbing my tight little hole, he works his digits in me slowly.

“Oh, God!”

“You’re shrieking again.” There’s playful admonishment in his tone. “If you want this dick in your ass, you’d better keep quiet.”

“I will,” I gasp.

“Good.”

He pushes the head of his cock against my puckered hole. The steady pressure makes me throb with twisted yearning. I don’t know how much more I can take. It’s so big. I’m so full. He’s stuffing me with so much dick that I’m sure he’s going to split me in two. What he’s doing to me is so depraved, so obscene, and so erotic that I’m sure my heart’s going to beat right out of my chest.

“Be a good girl and take it all. Yeah, just like that.” His low, demanding voice makes me obey. I relax my muscles slightly, enough to give him access to all of me. He surges forward, impaling himself in my ass.

“Oh, Matrix,” I whimper.

“What a good fucking girl you are.” He sighs as he settles his hips against my butt.

“I don’t know if I can—” He cuts me off with a wave of rhythmic thrusts. He owns me now. I’d do anything to make this ecstasy last forever. My mind’s completely blank. I can’t form a coherent thought. I don’t have to do anything because he’s doing everything.

“Let’s make that pussy come again,” he whispers.

His deft, evil little fingers stroke my clit without mercy. He’s playing me better than any jazz musician ever could. Even if I could slow him down, I wouldn’t. He’s turning me into a wanton harlot, and I love every minute of this debauchery.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” His smooth thrusts become erratic. I know he’s close, so I give in to the storm breaking inside me.

I can’t hold back my cries as I come so hard that I almost black out. He brutalizes my ass, slamming into me until he suddenly goes rigid. Grunting like a savage, he spills his seed into my quaking hole. Everything’s trembling at once. My whole body is one shaky mess.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” he whispers.

I whimper as he slowly pulls his cock free from my tender ass.

“Lay down, babe.” He holds his arms open, and I shiver uncontrollably as I collapse into them. He pulls the sheets over us, but I can’t stop quivering. Everything’s still clenching and flexing. My pussy. My ass. Everything.

“Shh,” he murmurs as he smooths his hand down my back. “Have you ever done that before?”

“No.”

“I’m glad I was your first.”

I try to respond, but the sound is unintelligible. I don’t have the energy to be coherent, so I give up. My body’s floating on a cloud of pure satisfaction. I never want to come down from it.

“Just relax. You’ll be back soon.”

I want to ask him what he means, but it seems irrelevant. I think I understand his obsession with cutting. He told me he goes to a floaty place. I’m positive that I’m in that place right now. It’s so peaceful and disconnected from anything that matters. All my worries are gone. I don’t care about anything. Not one damn thing.

Eventually, the sensation fades, and I’m solidly back in my body, but I’m so tired that I don’t want to do anything but lay by his side. He hasn’t stopped cuddling me since we finished together. We still haven’t talked about what’s happening between us, but I don’t have the strength to deal with that right now. All I want to do is be with him.

“Tell me more about you.” He pushes my hair behind my shoulders. “How did you get into computers?”

“When I was really little, I liked taking things apart. My dad had an old Compaq Presario desktop sitting in the garage. I got a hold of it when I was three. I hadn’t quite figured out how to use a screwdriver, but I knew how to use a hammer.”

“Oh, boy.”

“Yep. Smashed it open so I could look inside. Dad was pissed until he asked me why I did it. I told him I was just trying to see in the box. After that, he encouraged me to learn a variety of electronics. He bought me a robotics kit when I was ten. By then, I could take apart and reassemble most of the items in the house.”

“That’s impressive.”

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