His words rocked her to another dimension. Her elbows bucked under her, and her face slammed onto the pillow. The encouragement he needed to move inside her anus as he shoved the dildo deeper, speeding up the torture. She swung her hips against his cock, getting used to his thick shaft filling her. He started to withdraw and thrust, like he usually did with her pussy, and she took in the sound of their bodies slapping together, his balls smacking her flesh, his groaning every time he plunged deeper. She screamed his name, her body shaking so much she found it amazing he kept pounding her ass. He stopped moving the vibrator her as she came, and held her waist to keep her on her knees otherwise she would have just flattened on the bed, exhausted.
He tossed the dildo across the bed. Curious, she peeked at him over her shoulder, the simple effort taking a lot out of her. He held the stare, his face so intense and the sight of him claiming her ass still enticing.
“You like slamming my back door, don’t you?” she said.
He pounded her deeper. “I love it. You have the sexiest ass and I was dying to smash it. Can I go faster?”
“Yes,” she said, a bit too quickly.
He clenched her waist to hold her steady, and his rhythm quickened. She tilted her face down again, and glanced at the pillow. A moan left her lips, and she closed her eyes, too overwhelmed. Little throbs of exhaustion tingled her sweat-slicked body.
“Touch yourself for me, baby. Play with your naughty clit,” he said, his voice breathless.
“I don’t think I can come anymore.” She’d had sex sessions with him where she came a few times but tonight it had been far too intense. Her heart leaped to her throat every time he thrust his immense cock into her.
He caressed her ass, his fingers making a pattern as if to convince her otherwise. “One more time. Let’s come together, dirty girl. Please.”
She slid her hand down and touched herself, palming the apex of her thighs at first.
“Touch yourself like the dirty girl who fantasized about me all those years. Me fucking you. You did, didn’t you?”
“Yes, baby, I did,” she said, and he smacked her right bottom. A trill of excitement rippled through her, and she thrust two fingers into her drenching wet sex. “Oh yes.”
“What happened when you thought of me?” He swatted the other buttock, and waves of pleasure formed within her.
“I–I teased my clit but didn’t go further because I wanted to keep my pussy tight and intact for you,” she said, hoping her lungs wouldn’t give out. Between his quick thrusts and her own playing with herself, stringing words together seemed impossible. Her breath came out in pants.
“Good girl. What did you think when you thought of me?”
“I thought of you fucking my brains out . . . fucking my mouth . . . sucking my tits. Fucking me anyway you wanted and I’d let you because I love you so much. And I want you so much,” she said, her finger flicking her clit vigorously. “Your pleasure means everything, baby. When you’re hard for me I get so happy. I love it when you let me suck that big cock and come all over me like you own me. Because you do and you always will. Your cock will rule me as long as you let me. I’m yours,” she said, moaning. Her body shook, unable to control anymore.
With one more slam, he growled and released into her. She fell on the bed, his cum dripping from her thighs and onto the sheets. God. This man was her soul mate. And she’d leave him in a month.