Page 42 of Flog Me, Sir

“The second piece of cake?” The lilt in her voice jerked my focus back to her face.

An actual goddamn twinkle lit her eyes.

I planked on one hand atop her and took her mouth, moaning as she wrapped her legs around me. Not needing a second invitation, I pressed the tip of my dick against her puckered hole. She gasped and stiffened as the head of my dick stretched her.

“Relax, baby,” I whispered against her lips. “Shh.”

She whimpered into my mouth as I slid my tongue inside hers, flexing my hips a bit more.

Her body gave way beneath my dick’s intrusion, allowing me to slip past her tight ring. I went fucking lightheaded at the vise grip around the tip of my dick. Had to fucking breathe through the need to explode.

Needing to grit my teeth, I pulled away from her mouth and captured her gaze.

Another flex buried a mere inch. I pulled out the tiniest bit and pressed back in, my jaw aching. “Okay?” I somehow managed to ask through my clenched teeth.

“Mmm hmm.” Her fingernails dug into my shoulders as I planked over her, her eyes wide as fuck as I pulled back out. “B-burns...”

“I know, baby... I know.” I gained another inch, my body trembling, so far fucking gone, I knew I wasn’t going to last. “Goddamn it.” I leaned down and rocked forward with a thrust, capturing her cry in my mouth while burying to the hilt.

My balls exploded, and I dug my toes into the mattress, trying to go deeper as cum shot out through my dick. I clutched Lissa tight to me, groaning into her mouth, my tongue lashing against hers as spurt after spurt shot from my dick.

Fucking stars.

Lost breath.

Shudders wracking me to the point I wanted to collapse in a heap of dead weight atop her.

She squirmed beneath me, and I lifted onto my elbows, her face in my hands as one last shudder rippled through me.

“Sorry,” I whispered and licked her lower lip. “I wanted to make it so good for you—perfect—”

Lissa pressed her fingertips to my lips to shut me up. “It was perfect.”

“You didn’t come.”

“That’s okay.”

Groaning, I tipped my forehead against hers, my softening dick ready to slide out of her ass.

“Is it enough for me to say that we definitely need to do that again some time?”

“Goddamn.” I lifted off her and backed out, the drip of cum slipping from her ass a balm to my disappointment over getting off before she did. “Fuck, yes, it is.”

A shudder wracked me, and I shivered with a heavy sigh.

Lissa’s light laughter sent another dribble of cum out of her ass and down to the mattress. “I think you’re the one who needs aftercare,” she said, and I raised an eyebrow at her, the second our gazes locked, solidifying the truth of my future in cement.

I was good and truly fucked, and come heartache or pain, I was all in.

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