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"Mia rosa, breathe. You have to relax. Otherwise, it won't go in easy." His soothing voice did nothing but make me tense up more. "You'll be fine, darling. You're going to take it so well. I know you will." Don't know if his little encouragement helped either. "Come on, be my good girl, and relax." His words whispered across my lips before he took my breath away with a passionate kiss.
For a moment, we kissed and made out with each other heavily, which, I'll admit, got me to relax. At least, it was enough for him to slip the tip of the toy in. "Oh fuck, wish you could see yourself right now. Your tight little ass looks so wonderful stretched around this toy." His marveling eyes refused to leave my ass as he pushed more of the toy into me until I begged him to stop because I felt so fucking full.
Of course, what a fool of me to think that'd be it. Damn asshole proceeded to pull the toy back and fuck me slowly with it for a bit before leaving it be to grab the last toy he had brought out.
This time, I couldn't hold the exasperated groan back when it clicked in my brain. "Babe, you're going to break me. There's no way that'll fit with my ass this full." Whimpering, I tried to buck my hips away when he teasingly rubbed the tip of the dildo against my entrance.
Out of all the toys he could've picked, he just had to go with the replica of his fucking cock. He could've been nice and picked a smaller one, considering how I'd be double stuffed.
Fucking asshole.
Looking at him nervously, I felt my breath hitch in my throat when he smiled at me innocently in a wicked way. "Don't worry, we'll make it fit." Then, I felt the burn of pleasure as he pushed the tip in, stretching my crowded cunt.
"Ahh! Fuck! Adam!" Stunned, I gripped the armrests and writhed in my spot as I stared up at the ceiling with wide eyes. "Adam!" Oh fuck, it hurt so much, but there was a twisted joy to it.
The undeniable rush of pleasure slammed my body, making me tremble through the aftershocks. "See, you're loving it," Adam mocked me with a snarky sneer. "My little slut can't deny a good cock to her cunt." With a forceful thrust, he shoved the rest of the dildo into my orgasming body, ripping a silent scream from my tensing body as another orgasm shattered me.
I couldn't muster up enough energy or brain power to respond to him. I was too lost to this newfound pleasure that ravaged every inch of my body. This was shit that only happened in porn, so the fact it I was in this situation boggled my mind. Hell, we could probably record this whole thing and throw it up on a porn website and blow up.
So lost in my thoughts and sensations, I didn't realize Adam connected the toys to the fuck machine until he turned the damn thing on. The fucking gall on my man! While I struggled to adjust to having both my holes fucked at once, he stoodthere grinning like a madman. "Fuck, your slutty little holes are stretching so much to take them both so greedily. I'm almost tempted to stick myself into one to really push you over the edge."
Reaching down, he grabbed the front of his pants, where a very noticeable bulge was, and palmed himself a bit. "If I didn't have plans…" His body shuddered with a shaky exhale. "I'd take your mouth right now. Give my little cum slut a nice load."
Fucking hell that sounded so insane… I fucking loved it. Which was an even more crazy thing. I wasn't this lustful or lewd of a person, so what the hell happened to me? It was crazy how far into things we got sometimes.
Some nights were filled with never-ending passion that was so tender, while other nights were filled with nothing but raw and dirty fucking. As much as I enjoyed our nights of making love to each other, I always found myself craving for the more twisted things deep down. The nights when I was nothing but his little cum dumpster, his whore, his good little slut; those were the nights that really satisfied me to no end.
I craved and loved being nothing but his little fuck doll, only to have him treat me like a fucking queen after he was done slapping my cheeks red and pounding my pussy until I'd be too sore to twitch a muscle. He spoiled me so much after every scene; it was fucking addicting.
Shuffling footsteps pulled me out of my head, and I looked over at Adam in a daze. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and swiped and tapped away at it for a second before looking at me with a mischievous smile. I didn't have enough time to question him because I was too busy moaning at the feeling of all the vibrators turning on and stimulating my nipples and clit. Paired with the increased speed of the machine, I snapped and spiraled into another orgasm.
Thankfully, everything simmered down to a low buzz and slow speed.
Adam's dark and cheery laugh rang through the air and melted in my ear, causing shivers of warmth and excitement to zip through my body.
"Remember, no holding back. If I don't hear you, I turn things up, and if I peek on you and don't see you dripping wet, then I turn it up."
Chapter 22
Adam
It was impossible notto display my smug smirk as I listened to Eliza's cries of pleasure as I went about with Asher's nightly routine. Getting him down for bed was easy, like always. Knock on wood, he's never fought any of us when it came to bedtime.
Once Asher was tucked away, I joined the others in the living area.
"You are one sadistic asshole, you know that?" Max chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief at me after Eliza's sobbing died down. "No wonder no girl has lasted with you," he joked with a playful scoff, earning a jab to the shoulder from me.
No, my little sadistic streak was not the reason for my past relationships failing. All of my past engagements have all ended amicably. Also, I really didn't feel deeply for any of the past women I've been with. The only person who has ever lit any kind of spark or pure desire within me was Eliza.
Scoffing, Rowan picked up his beer from the coffee table. "And you both call me cruel," he grumbled with a roll of his eyes.
Both Max and I couldn't help but turn our heads at Rowan with a look of utter astonishment. Once, twice, the two of us stared at him in a brief silence before Max broke it with a dry chuckle. "Now, I mean this in the best way possible, but you treat your girl like a sack of shit in the sheets." With a smug expression, Max leaned back on the couch, beer in hand.
Unbothered, Rowan gave us a shrug of his shoulders before taking a few swings of his drink. "Can't help that we both get our rocks off to it." Sighing, he relaxed and slumped a bit in the armchair. "Not like we're that bad. We keep things mostly in private or at the club, and it's not like she enjoys any of it from anyone else. Also, not like it goes as far as me pissing on her or anything."
“You can do all of that, but can't ask her out on a fucking date?” I asked in disbelief, eyeing the grumpy police captain suspiciously.
Sighing, he ran a hand down his face and stared up at the ceiling. “I don't want to be fucking bully to her all the time, and yes, our relationship is hot as fuck, but it's just missing that softer touch…” His words trailed out into a string of grumbles. “I want to be nice to her, but I don't know how.”
