Page 84 of Widow's Walk
He pulls out, and I try to focus on his face. He’s still unhinged. Hair falling over his face, and sweat now dripping from him. He spits in his hand and I suck in sharply, knowing exactly what comes next.
Of course it is. I teased him with it. But I didn’t anticipate the lust-laced frenzy he’d be in when he fucked me in my ass.
He pushes my legs together, twisting my lower half to the side, my upper body still flat on the bed. Then he smears his spit up and down my cracks and creases. Mixing it with my natural wetness. I clench on instinct when he shoves two fingers in my ass and I can barely keep my vision straight.
There’s no pause for me to adjust. No patience. He thrusts his fingers in and out, and I soon feel my muscles loosen. His face mimics mine as I feel the pleasure in every single inch of my body and soul. Lips slack, eyes sleepy, face flushed.
Fucking hell.
His eyes dart up like something caught them. Then he reaches above my head, grabbing something. I don’t see what it is, I’m too fucking far gone to even care.
He almost scrambles off the bed and swiftly yanks me to the edge of it, forcing me on my hands and knees. I rock back, opening myself like a fucking flower.
The object that was in my ass only minutes ago it felt like, is shoved in my face. “Fuck yourself with this,” he rasps, voice rough and breathy.
My eyes light up, and I glance at him before accepting it. I hear him spit a split second before feeling it land in my crack and drip down. I reach between my legs and gently slide the plug in my raw-fucked pussy. It burns from his barbarity. He’s the only one who has ever fucked me so thoroughly my pussy swells up and it hurts to sit for days.
I hear him spitting again before pressing his cock against me. He keeps the momentum going, his head dipping into my ass an inch at a time. Until the very last inch, he slams in. My body lurches forward from the impact, causing me to fall to my elbows, giving him a better position.
My breath catches when he lands a good smack to my ass. His hips already in motion. “I said fuck yourself,” he says with a whipping tone.
I had completely forgotten about the toy just chilling in my pussy. I begin doing as he says, but it’s hard to concentrate when all I can feel is his cock stretching me so painfully good.
My eyes pop open wide when he lands another hard slap to the same area, making it sting more. I have never been spanked during sex before. I assume it’s because men were much too afraid to strike me. Or maybe it was because I usually had them bound and entirely under my control, it was impossible for them to do so.
Butfuck, I love it when he adds the perfect touch of pain to pleasure.
“Start moving or I will find something bigger than my cock to fuck you with while I tear this ass up,” he rushes out, his words jumbled and tight.
Gulping, I begin flicking my wrist faster. Faster until it makes a lewd slapping sound. I can’t take it. Fuck, I can’t take it. It’s too much. Too. Fucking. Much.
I bury my face into the mattress and scream. And despite his threat, I can’t fucking move anymore. I twitch and convulse as liquid shoots out of my pussy.
“Tell me where you want it.” His voice hardly reaches me. I’m still reeling from the explosion.Smack!Like when someone is losing consciousness and you smack them hard across their face, enough to come back. That’s what it’s like when he gives me a smack on my ass that’ll leave his handprint for days. I’m suddenly alert. His pelvis slows, and he curls his body over me. His hot breath hits my ear with short breaks. “Where do you want it, baby?” he whispers, then nibbles on my earlobe. “Hm?”
“Inside me,” I whisper back, my voice hoarse and my throat raw.
I’m left confused when he pulls out, then I’m flying through the air for only a second when he tosses my body like it’s nothing. My head landing up near the pillows.
I automatically roll to my back with my knees up. He has this devilish yet boyish smirk when he sits back on his haunches between my legs. His muscles are more defined from exertion, and his face no longer holds that daunting anger, but the threat still lingers.
“One more,” he says, then tugs on the plug I had abandoned in my pussy.
I hiss and try to scramble back, but he clamps a hand down on my thigh, his face stone again. I don’t think I can take any more. “No,” I let the word tumble weakly out of my lips by accident.
He ignores my concerns and gently removes the toy, only to rub my pussy with his fingers. I’m so fucking sensitive, I can’t tell if it feels good or bad. My heels dig into the mattress, my backcomes up, my head rolls back, my eyes squeeze shut, my fists furl around the sheets.
Then he stops, and I think he’s finally done. I crack an open only to see him spitting in his hand to rub over the head of his cock. His eyes fall to mine, refusing to let me go. Gripping my thighs, he spreads them and nudges at my asshole.
I start panting, and I shake my head even though I begged my body not to. He pushes his way in, and I try to refuse him. Locking my muscles up and trying to scoot away.
“Shh—shh—shh,” he hushes and lies on top of me. He moves slowly while trying to console me. His lips find mine, and I can’t reject him when he kisses me.
My body is still tense, and I’m still trying to rebuff, but he won’t let me. Yet he does show mercy. Going slowly until I finally relax under him. The more I do, the faster he goes, and the more I want it again.
His hand wraps around the back of my neck, cradling my head as he kisses me, pouring so much passion into it. His other hand fists my one tender ass cheek, pulling it apart. I gasp and whimper into his mouth, kissing him more aggressively. Desperately.
I cling to him with my arms around him, my nails digging into his back. Warning him that if he tries to leave, I will rip him in half.
