Page 23 of Sexploitation

I've never begged anyone to fuck me in my life. But I’ve also never been fucked this thoroughly before. Elias Jackson owns me right now. I would do anything for more of him.

He lets out another chuckle, tugging the plug out of me and tossing it aside. The cool air of the room kisses my backside, my muscles clenching together at the loss of the toy.

“You like that?” He presses his lips against the back of my thigh.

I reply with a whimper. I don't want to talk about sex or toys. I want him inside me.

“You're a greedy little thing, aren't you, Parker?” he says again, this time his voice low and commanding.

“Yes,” I whine.

Elias's hands slip under me, lifting me up on the bed slightly. I brace myself against the headboard, letting out a low groan as he fills me with his cock.

“Fuck,” he growls, his forehead meeting my back as he bottoms out inside me.

I whimper as he pulls out and pushes back in, my body tightening around him. This feels too good. I'm sore from the plug, but his cock is rubbing against me in just the right way.

“You'd better grab that headboard and hold on, Peach.”

He picks up the pace, pushing harder and faster into me with each thrust. His hands roam all over my body as he takes me, exploring every inch of skin he can find. His grip on my hips tightens, pulling me even closer to him. He reaches down between us to where our bodies connect and rubs small circles on my clitoris with his thumb.

I’m teetering on the edge, about to dive headfirst over the cliff, when he presses something against my ass. A quick glance over my shoulder shows him holding the bright pink dildo in one hand while the other is wrapped possessively across my hip.

“Do you think you can take both, Peach?”

I can’t even speak as he applies pressure. All forms of thought have vacated, leaving me nothing but a blubbering ball of moans and whimpers. Just when I think I can’t take any more, he pulls his cock out. I open my mouth to beg him to put it back, to finish this, but before I can speak, he says, “I'm going to fuck your sweet little pussy and fill your ass with this.”

I press my face into the fabric of the headboard, every muscle in my body tightening in anticipation. My body is primed and ready to come, needing only the slightest hint of friction to send me over the edge. Elias is gentle as he presses the toy against my tight hole. I feel the cool lube against my skin and wait for him to push it into me.

Instead, he shoves my hips down, forcing my backside higher into the air. Then he slides the dildo into me, one painstaking inch at a time as he gives me time to accept it. I moan low in my throat and wiggle my ass in the air.

He grips my hip, forcing me to hold still. A shiver runs down my spine as he presses himself back into my pussy. The fullness, the pressure, the way he’s stroking my clit with each thrust against my cheeks.

“Look at you, Peach. God. That pussy looks so pretty filled with my cock.”

It's too much. It's not enough.

My body begins to shake as the tidal wave of pleasure threatens to consume me. Elias's hand is still on my clit, but I can't feel it through the heat of the moment. All I can feel are the pleasure and the pain and the way he is filling me from both ends. My body can't find its center, and I turn my head to the side to try and get some air.

But Elias doesn't stop.He just keeps thrusting, harder and faster, until I shatter and come apart at the seams. He continues to stroke my clit, and even as I come down from my orgasm, he keeps thrusting. He must feel me relax slightly as he pushes the toy all the way into my ass, my body shuddering around the toy.

The sensations are overwhelming, and I feel myself start to come apart again. I cry out as my body shatters, my voice low and filled with desire.

Elias continues to thrust, one hand digging into my flesh while the other pumps the dildo in and out of my ass. My hips begin to rock back against him, my body on fire. I feel my muscles contract around the toy in my ass, and Elias groans.

With a loud moan, Elias grinds against me, his rhythm stuttering as his body also begins to spasm. I feel the warm heat of him fill me, his cock pulsing against me as he finds his release.

He collapses against my back, his body shuddering against mine. I feel him kiss the back of my shoulder, and I sigh happily. It's only a few moments before he pulls the toy out, and I feel the mattress move as he climbs off me. I lay there, my legs shaking as I try to make myself move.

I'm completely satisfied and wiped out at the same time. I can feel Elias's cum dripping out of my pussy as I roll over onto my back. While I lie there, he runs to the sink in the bathroom. A few seconds later, he returns with a wet cloth and cleans me up before sliding back into bed and pulling me against his bare chest. For a split second, I think about pushing him away, lifting my head and telling him to go. But before I can make my body listen, sleep takes me.

Parker

The strong aromaof coffee hits me the second my eyes open, my heart jumping into my throat as Elias comes into focus. “Fuck! You scared the shit out of me,” I huff, sitting up. “Why the hell are you still here?”

By the time we were done, he had me so completely spent that I fell asleep in his arms. Which is something I’ve never done before. I woke up about an hour later, his arm around my waist, his body curled into mine. He should’ve been kicked to the curb then. It just felt so nice, and I wasn’t ready to give him the boot. But I wasn’t expecting to find him still here this morning.

“Good morning to you too, Peach.” He chuckles and offers me the cup in his hand, completely unfazed by my bitchy tone. “I made you some coffee. Figured you probably take it black, but I can add some—”

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