“I’m gonna make you come so hard,” he says into my ear. “Harder than you ever have.”
I groan. This is too intense. I’m not sure I can handle this. I thought I could, but it might be too much, even for a dirty little freak like me.
“Beg me for more,” he whispers into my ear. “I’m not in all the way yet.”
There’smore? Holy fucking hell. This sure feels like all of him.
“Beg me,” he grits out.
“More.Please,” I choke out, even though I’m not sure I can handle it.
He gives me what I’ve asked for and I inhale sharply in shock—but before I can exhale my breath, something glides inside my vagina and begins vibrating from deep inside me. Oh my fuck. My breathing is shallow. I’m like a pug with heatstroke. Oh my God. There’s more. Something begins swiping at my clit like a tongue. Oh Jesus. He’s using some kind of rabbit vibe on me. Oh my fuckity fuck. I let out a strangled cry. I’ve never been filled up like this, stimulated in every conceivable way all at once. I feel like my body’s scattering in a thousand directions, all at once, exploding and melting at the same time. Too much. No more. Can’t handle. Gah.
Josh pumps his donkey-dick harder inside me while the vibe does its thing.
“Oh fuck,” he says, his voice ragged. “Fuck.”
Yeah. My thoughts exactly.
One of his hands gropes my breast and pinches my nipple so hard, I shriek, and just like that, my body spasms violently with pleasure so intense, I dry heave. Oh shit, I’ve never done that before. Oh God. I do it again. I’m losing complete control of my bodily functions. I feel like I’m gonna barf. Or pee. Or crap myself. Or all of the above. I’ve never felt this much intense pleasure all at once. My body can’t handle it. It’s going completely haywire. My insides are twisting violently. It’s like the pleasure is literally tying me into knots. I make a strangled, gagging sound, followed by a whimper. And then another shriek. But Josh doesn’t stop. In fact, he fucks me harder.
I jerk pathetically, trying to escape the clenching pleasure that’s brutalizing me, but my bindings hold me firmly in place.
“No more,” I yell. “I can’t do it. Stop.” I have never in the history of my life said these words during sex. But this extreme pleasure—or is it pain?—is just too much for me to endure. I can’t function. I can’t survive it. “Stop,” I say. “Stop.”
But Josh doesn’t stop. In fact, his thrusts are becoming even deeper, if that were possible, and even more passionate.
He bites my shoulder so hard, I’m sure he’s broken the skin.
I shriek again and convulse like he’s electrocuted me.
“You’remine,” he breathes.
Warm liquid suddenly (and shockingly) gushes out of me in a torrent. I convulse again and again, enraptured and tormented in equal measure, crying out for relief but getting none. I dry heave again. And then finally, mercifully, my body goes completely slack. I hang my head and a drop of sweat—or is that a tear?—falls down the tip of my nose and to the ground. Holy crap.
Josh quickly unties my wrists and I crumple into his arms, shaking and twitching.
His lips press against my ear. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head.
“Did it feel good?”
I nod.
He picks me up and carries me into a small bathroom with red walls and gold fixtures. He sets me down gently. “Can you hold onto the counter for a second?” he asks.
I nod.
He turns on the water in the shower and then guides me under the warm stream.
“You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?” he asks. “I think I got carried away.”
I shake my head.
“You told me to stop, but you didn’t use the safe word.”
“I didn’t want you to stop. I’m glad you didn’t stop. Only stop if I use the safe word.”
