Page 157 of S is for SEX

“I’m going to fuck it good for you, Kat. I’m going to make you give up. I’m going to win,” he breathed.

I lowered my head to the comforter and pressed my face flat against the fabric.

“Do it…” I grunted.

I wanted it all. Every girlfriend who’d ever spoken to me about anal told me it was dirty, nasty, and painful. I had no idea who was fucking them in the ass, but obviously it wasn’t Dalton. As he continued to work his magic in and out of my ass, I felt guilty, dirty, nasty, and absolutely satisfied.

A few more strokes with my newfound buzzing friend, and he pulled it from inside of me. With my ass still tingling, and my mind begging for more, I grunted the word no into the surface of the bed. I needed to gain the strength to raise my head and protest, I wanted more.

Anal sex was my new escape, and I needed to become lost in it.

Face down and ass up as they say, I attempted to gain the strength to beg for more. Try as I might, I could not. I was completely exhausted and pretty damned close to extremely satisfied.

He pulled against my hair with his hand, causing me to raise my head and arch my back. He pulled steadily, and with more force. As he pulled, I arched my back ever further, knowing regardless of my desire to win this ridiculous competition; I was going to have to throw in the proverbial towel. As I no more than opened my mouth, I felt pressure against my anus again.

“Breathe, Kat. You need to breathe,” he whispered.

He was right. I was going to pass out if I didn’t watch myself. I was a mental mess.

As I tried to decide whether to thank God or scream for him to stop, I felt the unmistakable girth of his cock slowly penetrate my anus and begin to slide into my ass. My mind said no, but my ass was saying yes. Within a few seconds, my ass won the argument, and my mind eventually agreed.

And my mind drifted off into heaven.

“You got something to say, Kat?” he growled as he pulled steadily on my hair.

I shook my head.

“Not a fucking word?” his laugh was almost sinister.

I bit my lower lip and shook my head once more.

“You like that big fat cock in your tight little ass?” he asked as his hand came down against my right butt cheek.

Oh fuck yes. Slap it.

“Fuck…yes,” I blurted as he continued to slowly fuck my ass.

The sensation was indescribable. Whether it was a combination of previous feelings – or his cock in my ass alone was causing it – I didn’t care. All I knew was that it felt so far beyond amazing.

His hand slapped my ass again, sending a stinging feeling along my thigh. I pressed my face into the comforter and breathed against the material, feeling my breath surround my face each time I exhaled. After another obvious squirt of lubricant, he maintained his perfect rhythm of slowly fucking my ass deeply, carefully, and perfectly.

And then his free hand found my clit.

It was too much. I would have stopped him if I could, but with my hands tied, I wasn’t able to do anything but writhe against him on the surface of the bed.

“Dalton…” I begged.

“Shhhh, not a word,” he whispered.

I lowered my head and bit into the fabric. As I clenched it in my teeth, he carefully fucked my tight ass and flicked his finger against my swollen nub. My nipples began to ache. I released the comforter from my teeth and howled out into the room.

As he slowly and steadily fucked my ass while fingering my clit, I felt as if my body burst into pieces and was thrust out into the room - pieces of me traveled in each and every possible direction. I felt like a human firework, exploding into thousands of small fragments and being cast out into the sky for all to enjoy.

As my screaming echoed throughout the room, he carefully pulled his cock from my ass. Within a few seconds I heard him groan and I felt his warm cum against my back, and along the crack of my ass.

I collapsed into the comforter.

This time, I was truly done. To continue would kill me.

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