Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
He’s going to make me come like this so easily… I’m almost there. Almost there. Almost fucking there.
Until he pulls out. Bastard.
“Tit for tat, remember?” he says, and I groan, fisting my hands. “This was only a warmup for your ass. Nothing more than a taster.”
“Josh!” I whine, but he shakes his head.
“Don’t even try it. Now, up on all fours and brace yourself.”
I do as I’m told. My face is against the rug as I reach back and spread my ass cheeks. It can hurt as much as it hurts, I don’t care.
Or that’s what I think until he pushes the head of his dick inside me…
“Owww! FUCK!”
“Take it,” he says. “I know full well what you’re capable of.”
He doesn’t let me squirm and wriggle, just takes hold of my hips as he pushes his way in, one glorious barbell at a time. The stretch is almost unbearable.
Almost.
“Fucking sweet,” he says as the last barbell pops inside me and he pushes deep, flesh against flesh.
“Try to push me out,” he says.
I try. I bear down and try but it’s impossible.
“Fucking hell that’s nice and tight,” he says. “Now relax.”
I gladly try that, too, but it’s hurting, the stretch. He nudges his cock back and forth a little and I feel it, the barbells inside me, tugging at me.
Christ!
“That’s it,” he says, “get used to the ride.”
Jesus, it hurts when he starts thrusting. It burns like my ass is on fire, stinging like a bitch all the way inside me. Then something catches. Something tugs, and twists, and Josh’s cock starts to feel wet. Wet and clammy…
“You really are tearing me, aren’t you?” I say when he picks up the pace.
“Does it make a difference if I am? Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head, all sensibility long gone.
“No, don’t stop. Just tell me. Are you tearing me? Am I bleeding?”
“Yes, I am tearing you. My dick is a red-stained mess. My piercings catch sometimes, but that’s how it goes.” He presses his weight on my back. “But you know what? I don’t give a fuck. Blood, shit, piss, cum, sugar… it doesn’t make any difference. You can cake me with whatever you like, I’ll still keep pounding the fuck out of you.”
“And I’ll keep taking it…” I moan. “Pound the fuck out of me, I don’t give a shit. Just fucking fuck me!”
He’s so rough and so damn brutal with his thrusts, but slowly – slowly – my ass gets used to him. The burn eases off as I relax into the stretch, and the sensation of his barbells has my nerves jangling – each one a sharp little burst of pleasure amidst the slams. I start moaning to a different tune, because he’s got me. His beautiful dick has broken me to his will.
I dare to clench around his cock, just a little. Oww, yes!
I dare to push back at him, working to his rhythm as his balls slap my pussy, and I clench harder, getting braver. My ass clings on to every one of his piercings, fighting both the invasion and the pull back – just like I did with my pussy.
“Shit,” he says, and I hear the tremor of a climax brewing. “Your ass is going to be a true wreck if you do that. Go steady.”
His words make me glow with pride. I don’t want to go steady. Not ever.
“You’re going to come in my dirty, wrecked asshole, aren’t you? Go on, Josh. Do it. Come in my filthy ass. I want to feel your cum dripping out of my gaping fucking hole. Because that’s what you’re going to leave behind, isn’t it? You’re going to leave me gaping. You’re going to leave me used up like the filthy little cum slut I am.”
His thrusts turn frantic, driving harder, and I smile to myself. I’m going to milk the hardcorer dry, and there’s nothing he can do to stop me.
He’s as out of his head as I am, both of us verging on dirty insanity.
Josh shoots his load with a string of curses, and it spurs me over the edge myself, rubbing my clit with my fingers as my ass becomes a squelching mess. We’re a combination of pumping action as we grunt and groan, and then, when we’re finally done coming, he collapses on top of me, his dick still inside me. His breaths are as fast as mine.
“Get ready for it, Ella. Brace yourself,” he says.
My God, how I cry out when he pulls out – it hurts that bad – but it doesn’t matter. I’m grinning with the achievement, revelling in the thought of what lies ahead. Because this is only just the beginning for us – in at the dirty deep end.
There’s a whole load more tit for tat left to come.