Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
“You are fucking deadly. My cock is begging me for mercy and to get inside you, to fuck your slit so damn good, baby.”
Nodding, I keep my eyes on him as he leaves me, waiting for his next move when he’s out of sight. I could look back, but I’m truly enjoying the thrill of what’s to come—or better yet, when it’s to come. A cool feeling hits my back, followed by Theo's fingers circling and dragging down to my back entrance. He rubs the same type of circular motion over my sphincter.
“Breathe in and relax. I’m going to put the plug in, pretty puppet.” Nodding again, I drop the candy cane from between my lips, breathe in, and there it is, the glorious sensation of the lubed plug entering me. The bite gets to me at first, and I let out a small whimper.
Theo rewards me with a kiss on my ass cheek. “Just a few more inches. Keep breathing through it, baby.”
“You. I want to feel you at the same time. Please,” I cry, craving to just have him filling me in every way.
“I would, but then who would fill that mouth?”
This confuses me. “I don’t care. I want you inside me. Filling me. Please.”
“Oh, you will be filled. We have one more friend joining the party.”
“Friend?” I’m lost for what he could mean.
“All the way in. Now hold still.”
Not moving, I wait impatiently as he rustles around in his bag again, and I’m not prepared for what comes next.
Coming around to the head of the bed, he takes a dildo the size of him and attaches it to some kind of cushion.
“What is—”
“Turn around and don’t let the plug slip out. Line yourself up with the dildo, and I will help you slide the tip in,” he cuts me off, and I instantly start to protest.
“No. I want you. I don’t want to get off with toys. I want to get off on you.”
“Your mouth will be doing the job. But you will have to do some hard work. And I know you can handle it, baby. You’re such a good girl.”
I blush. God, you would think his praise would be something I got used to by now and that it wouldn’t even faze me anymore, but hell, I turn into mush under his words of affirmation.
“Turn around.”
Maneuvering myself, knowing the plug is locked into place, I do as he says, now facing the foot of the bed. I stay on all fours and slowly back up until I feel the cushion between my legs, and the tip of the dildo nudging follows.
“Perfect fit. Now sink onto it while I hold it still. Only take a couple of inches.”
“Yes, Sir,” I tell him. When I sit on it, a mewl that sounds tortured but pleased escapes me.
“I want you. Please, give me your cock. I’ll take you anywhere. Just let me have you.” As good as the toys feel, they are lacking compared to him. I need him in order to fully let the pleasure take me over.
He waits a moment, enjoying the agony in my eyes as I beg him for even an inch of him. He must decide I have shown him enough desperation, because he starts to undress, and I watch, licking my dry lips as he exposes his perfect body to me. The contrast between us doesn’t intimidate me; it turns me on. His strength gives him all he needs to throw me around like a rag doll. It makes me feel feminine when, for the longest time, I couldn’t even imagine feeling that way.
I want to lick the salty skin between his abs, where the defined line concaves. The meeting point in the center of his eight-pack. And God help me, that deep Adonis V, leading to the thickest, longest cock that bends up just enough. Thank heaven for that, because when he is inside me, he hits that spot just right every time, and I come apart.
“I’m going to fuck those full lips, that tight mouth, so hard it’ll force your body to slide up and down that dildo. You ready for that?”
Holy hell, someone call for help.
Am I ready?
I’ve had him in my mouth countless times, often roughly, but the force to make my body move the way he promises would have to be significant, and I’ll be fuller than I’ve ever been before, having the butt plug in as well. I won’t lie—it scares me a bit, all three of my holes being filled at once.
“You think I can handle that?” I look to him for reassurance.
“Oh, I know you can. We’ve been prepping you for this for years, puppet. But I’m asking if you’re ready to try.”
“I… I think so, if you believe I can.”
Sensing my hesitation, he steps up to me, and lovingly, with the slightest touch, he cups my face and walks me through it, then he soothes me with his words once more. “You have to trust me and trust that I know your limits.”