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“Metal conducts heat,” he whispers, thrusting it inside me. He’s right. It warms almost immediately, the sensation different from anything I’ve ever felt before. "It vibrates, you know."
“Oh my God,” I gasp, as he turns it on.
“But you’re not going to come, luv,” he says. “You’re not going to come from that. Not until I say you can, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Not until I’m inside you completely,” he says, unwrapping a condom. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Reach between your legs, luv,” he says, and I replace my hand with his, holding the dildo in place. “I’m going to leave the piercing in.”
“Oh fuck.” I don’t realize I’ve spoken the words aloud until I hear Kev chuckle, the sound low in his throat.
“Do you trust me, luv?” he asks, as he applies a healthy amount of lube to his cock. Behind me, he caresses my ass, and my heart races in anticipation of what he’s going to do.
“I trust you.” My breath hitches in my throat. We’ve done this before, but not with his piercing, and not like this – on my hands and knees, giving him even more control, the ability to fuck me as deep and as hard as he wants.
“Good,” he says. The tip of his cock presses against my ass. I can still feel the piercing through the condom as he begins to enter me, his hands spreading my ass cheeks. “Bend down, Isabel. Keep fucking yourself, and raise your ass in the air for me.”
The way he talks is so filthy.
The things he does to me are so dirty.
My fingers pressing the dildo into my pussy, I lower myself to the bed. My face presses against the sheets, my ass in the air. This is the most vulnerable I’ve ever felt, the most naked. The most exposed.
He talks to me as he enters me, his hands caressing the flesh of my ass as he works his cock gently inside me. I wince at the flash of pain that runs through me. The burning sensation that gives way almost immediately to pleasure.
“Do you like this, Isabel?” he asks. “Do you like giving yourself totally to me?”
“Oh fuck,” I moan as he settles fully inside me, holding my hips tightly against him. I can feel his heavy balls pressed against me, and he’s pressed against me so hard that it holds the dildo in place, pushing it deep inside me.
“That’s right,” he says, his voice gravely. “You’re mine, Isabel. All of you belongs to me, my love.”
I stroke my clit as he begins to move inside me, slowly and gently, taking his time with my ass, his hands gripping my waist as he holds me against him. The dildo slides in and out of me with every thrust of his into my ass, building up a steady rhythm as I adjust to him.
It seems like he fucks me forever. I whimper, asking him if I can come, barely able to hang onto my sanity as he takes me in every way.
“I’ll tell you when you can come, luv,” he whispers. “Not yet.”
Not yet.
Even when I’m on the edge, every cell in my body screaming for release. Even when I stroke my clit more furiously, knowing that I’m only bringing myself closer to the edge but denying myself the pleasure of crashing over it. Even as he talks to me, telling me how tight I am, how I squeeze his cock so very well.
Even when I feel tears rolling down my cheeks, frustration at being so close. “Please, Kev,” I whine. “Make me come. I’m begging.”
Then Kev cries out, without his usual warning, without the “come for me” I’m waiting for. He utters a long, loud, guttural cry from deep in his throat as he thrusts deeply into my waiting ass, his cock throbbing.
Knowing he’s coming pushes me over the edge. I don’t hold back, and I don’t try to be quiet. I cry out his name as I come, wave after wave of sweet release washing over me, obliterating my awareness of anything else in the world.
I’m not sure how long it is before either of us speak. I think I might have lost my ability to articulate anything. When I unclench my eyes, my pussy still throbbing. Kev is still inside me, holding me tightly against him. He reaches for me, drawing me up until my back is flush against his chest and wrapping his arms around me. He nuzzles my neck with his lips pressed against my skin. “God, I love you.”
I breathe in deeply, settling against him where I belong. “I love you too, Kev.”
