Page 119 of There Are No Saints

My pussy throbs, my ass burns, and even before he puts his cock inside of me, I can feel the orgasm building, rising, begging to be released.

He shifts, gripping the base of his raging cock. He presses the heavy head against my ass.

“No, wait!” I gasp.

He doesn’t wait.

He runs his cock up my soaking wet slit, drenching the head, and then he presses it right into my ass.

“Aghhhh!” The groan rips through me as Cole pushes me down hard against the vibrator, his cock ramming slowly, surely, all the way inside my ass.

I can’t move. I can’t escape. He’s got me pinned down with his knees on the back of my thighs, his cock driving all the way inside me, eight inches deep.

I’ve never been fucked in the ass before. Never even had a finger in there.

The sensation is so intense, so all-encompassing, that it feels like I’m being turned inside out. I can’t breathe, I can’t move, I’m impaled.

He shoves his cock all the way in until his hips are flush against my ass. And then he holds his cock there, forcing me to take the whole thing, forcing me to adjust, millimeter by millimeter, to his outrageous girth.

I’m sweating, I’m panting, I can’t stand it.

The only thing getting me through is the vibrator acting like an anesthetic, turning what could be intense pain into intense pleasure instead, through the magical alchemy of its relentless buzz.

In fact, if I rock my hips just the tiniest bit, my ass clenches around his cock and a pulse of pleasure rocks through me like a hammer stroke. Each tiny movement feels like I’m being fucked by a horse—stretching, straining, at the absolute limit of what my body can handle.

Cole moves with me. Not rough, not hard—slow, incremental strokes in and out of my ass, each one wrenching another deep groan out of me.

I’m cumming again, even harder than before. Cumming from the stimulation of nerves that have never been touched, that have no idea what kind of signal to send. I think my brain is bending in half.

Finally Cole pulls out. It feels like giving birth—like three feet of cock is sliding out of me.

“What the fuck,” I moan.

Cole massages my asscheeks once more, kneading those deep muscles that get used all day long but never seem to find relief.

The song is starting over. I realize it must have started over several times—he’s playing it on repeat.

I understand what’s about to happen all over again, and I have no control, no ability to stop. Usually that sense of powerlessness would make me snap. Would make me scream and cry and fight with all my might.

But I’m lulled by the vibrator, and by the countless orgasms flooding my body with pleasure chemicals.

Already I’m arching my back, presenting my ass to him. A Pavlovian response as my body seeks another round.

I can almost feel Cole smiling as he raises his hand, bringing it crashing down on my ass.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

I think I’m crying again.

While I beg for more.

“Harder,” I sob. “Hit me harder.”

SMACK!

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