Page 77 of Whiskey Shivers

“It’s not that big, baby girl. I know it feels like it, but it’s not. You can take it for me. Come on.”

I bit my lips together, and heart pounding, breath sawing in and out of my lungs, I pushed back ever so slightly on his cock and onto the rapidly warming metal taking it a little bit further.

“Ah!” I cried as the pain increased and his voice, encouraging me, overrode everything.

“That’s it, darlin’, almost there, it’s almost all the way in, push out for me baby, take it all the way and I swear to God, I’ll fuck you like you begged me and then some.”

Shit yes,I wanted it. I wanted everything he was offering and then some but most of all I wanted to make him proud. I cried out as my asshole stretched uncomfortably and then with a sort of plop, whatever it was, it was in and my ass was sighing with relief and with both hands to my hips Hex made fucking good on his promise.

He absolutelyrailedmy pussy into next week. His thrusting wild, rough, hard, and deep. I folded myself down face first into the mattress and bit the comforter to muffle my screams as the paces he put me through at my request were enough to damn near make my soul leave my body.

My last coherent thought before I just gave myself over to the delicious mix of pleasure that was gilded at the edges with pain wasbe careful what you wish for…but it was a glib thought. I just hoped he was enjoying this as much as me.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO

Hex…

I was sweating, I didn’t care. The steel bejeweled plug I’d bought for her and had just put up her ass made her already tight pussy almost excruciatingly tight as I did what she asked and fucking railed her. Fuck, I was high as hell on the sheer power of dominating her, and the trust she put into me to do her right. I listened to her cries, to her ragged breathing, and it was as though everything was heightened. My sense of her so complete that we were no longer two beings but one, two cogs that were the lynchpin of the whole machine’s operation, well-oiled with sweat and desire spinning away and doing its thing to take us both down a long dark road where only the two of us mattered.

I liked that. I loved being inside of her, I loved that she took my love and my toys, and my dick so fucking well. She was such a magical fucking creature, beautiful and otherworldly like a phoenix. Something rarer and not nearly as oft talked about like a unicorn.

One thing was for fucking sure, my girl was fuckingfirethe way she gripped my dick and trembled beneath me and around me.

I could feel her edging closer and closer to a wild orgasm and I couldn’t help myself, I had to talk her through it. I had to encourage her. I wanted to feel her come around my dick so bad. I wanted to hear her that scream of pleasure claw its way out of her long and lovely throat and I wanted to feel her pussy flutter and twitch and I wanted to feel her milk my cock dry because I knew. I knew as soon as she went, I would follow.

It would be as it would be for the rest of our fucking lives if I had anything to say about it.

Where she would go, I would fucking follow. Her menacing shadow, her protector, her savior if she would let me – just as long as she kept this up, just as long as she bowed low, opened herself up to what I had to give and would continue to take me as I was.

“Come on, baby, that’s it. Mm-hm, you got it. Just like that, darlin’, just like that. Why don’t you give me what I want, baby. You go on now, you come around that cock. You fucking scream as loud as you want and you fucking come all over that dick, come on now!”

Oh, shit…

She wailed, screamed this beautiful cathartic thing, made some feral noises I had never fucking heard come out of a woman and it set off every predator victory instinct that I had inside me. A rush of the good chemicals flooded my brain, swiftly rushed along every nerve, through every vein, screaming through my body screaming all the signals tofireand boy fuck howdy did I shoot my load. I mean, I was still shooting, collapsed on top of her, as her pussy twitched in counterpoint to every now blank that I fired off inside the condom.

“Ah, fuck!” I repeated, and it took me a fair few seconds that’d like to feel like whole ass minutes to realize I was even the one that spoke the words.

“Oh, God!” Her voice cracked as I shifted on top of her and my cock shifted inside of her. The sweet, delicious oversensitivity zapping me into a silent, quiet, submissiveness of my own to the dominance of the moment and the unspoken and unordered whims of my own body.

“Ah, shit.” I forced myself out of her and couldn’t care that I left the condom behind as I managed to awkwardly roll off to one side so I wouldn’t crush her. She immediately sought refuge from the feelings her own body wrought in my arms and I sheltered her gladly, giving her a safe a place as any to ride out the tempest of her own body chemistry.

“If you can survive a fuck like that, you can survive anything,” I said when my own panting had calmed down. I kissed her forehead soundly and said, “That’s my good girl. Holy fuck, you made me proud with that one.”

She looked up at me, her hair mussed her wide blue eyes glassy, and at my words fell the absolute fuck apart. I mean full-on frantic cathartic sobbing, and I felt my heart leap in my chest, my arms closing around her in action before I could even think to command them to do it and I crushed her to me and held her tight through the storm, trying to keep my panic to a minimum until I could sus out just what the fuck set her off and what the fuck was going on.

I mean, was this a good cry or a bad cry?

I knew sometimes rough fucking like that could bring on a whole heap of emotions someone wasn’t at all prepared for, but that was why I was here. That was my fucking job as the man in charge, the one in control.

“I’m sorry!” Her voice was high pitched, frantic, and filled with confusion and panic.

“Shhh, shhh, shhh, none of that now, no apologies, baby. You didn’t do nothin’ wrong. I’ve got you.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” she wailed.

I chuckled lightly and said, “Shh, it’s okay, I’ve got you. Nothing’s wrong with you.”

She sobbed and I just told her, “Let it out,” and let her let it go.

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