Page 48 of Little Paper Games
I nodded, finding his gaze and trusting him. My eyes closed, and I felt myself give over to him.
Something firm nudged against my opening. The glass dildo.
“This is going to feel so good, baby,” he moaned. He slid the glass inside me slowly, the textured shaft creating an incredible sensation that kept me still on edge somehow. It was euphoric. The bulbous head of the toy hit every place I needed it to as he worked it in and out of me, twisting and shifting it to make me shudder and groan.
“Trust me, Kenna,” he reminded me. His voice was gentle, calming. I felt his slickened fingers touch against my other hole. I tensed, but he was right there, his eyes meeting mine as I opened mine in panic.
“I’m right here. Trust me. I won’t hurt you, Kenna,” he reassured, his overly slick fingers rubbing around my rim, pressing gently but not going further.
“You need to relax. I promise this is going to feel so good.” His voice calmed me, and I relaxed. The tip of his finger slipped into my backdoor. It didn’t hurt. It felt strange. Like I shouldn’t like it, but I definitely didn’t hate it. It was just strange.
Little by little he worked his finger inside me, the glass dildo moving in and out of me and making me forget, over and over. He moved a second finger in alongside the first one. There was pressure, but it wasn’t bad. It felt oddly good. I felt out of my mind.
“That’s it, baby. Open up for me. God, you feel so good,” he whispered. My body felt electrified.
His fingers withdrew and the end of that little plug pressed against my opening, firmly but not entering yet.
“Open up for me and show me how pretty that little asshole can be.” My God! Jude dirty talking was killing me. I relaxed and felt the plug push into me. Further. A little further. The pressure turned into a tiny bit of pain.
“Just a little more. Relax,” he coaxed. There was nothing but acceptance and guidance in his voice. That wasn’t true. There was so much need and desire, the room was almost thick with it.
I relaxed and felt the plug pop into place. Once it was in, it felt ten times better.
“How does it feel, baby?” His finger teased at the gem, rotating it, and adding little bits of pressure.
“Oh God, yes!” I moaned, my body feeling full and needy and…
His other hand dropped the dildo, grabbing a hold of my chin as he loomed over me.
“I believe I’ve reminded you about my name enough times, babygirl.” His eyes pierced into mine. “Don’t forget again.”
His lips took mine hungrily, and I took him in. I needed it. I needed whatever he gave right now.
“Now, answer me, how does it feel?” he asked again, his lips only a breath away from my own.
“Full. Deep. Good.” I barely managed to get the words out. I wanted his lips back on mine. He smirked and kissed me again, almost chastely.
“Christ, you are hot as hell, Kenna,” he groaned. The next thing I knew, he flipped me over. The scarf tying my hands to the headboard twisted and tightened on my wrists but not enough to cause any kind of real pressure.
“I can’t wait,” he ground out through gritted teeth. I barely heard the sound of the condom wrapper tearing before he lifted my hips up. His cock was right there, pressing inside me where the glass dildo had just been. Jude rolled over.
I stabilized myself on my knees, arching deep as his hand ran up my spine along the curve.
“That’s it, baby girl. Arch for me. Take me deep.”
“Please, Jude. Please!” I begged. I needed it. I needed him. His thumb pressed against the jeweled plug, wiggling it inside of me and making me see stars. The ridiculous orgasm he’d just given me still hung close, and I felt myself tightening around him again.
“Fuck, Kenna! Are you gonna cum for me again, baby?” he growled, leaning down, and kissing along the back of my shoulders. His words vibrated against my skin and made me drip.
“Jude,” I pleaded. I didn’t know what for.
“Cum for me, baby. Squeeze around my cock until I cum with you.” His voice growled against my skin, and I couldn’t hold back.
“Fuck! Kenna!” I felt him swell and pump inside of me as my orgasm crashed over and over.
“Don’t stop, give me more, baby.” His thrusts came faster, harder. I had no control. Another orgasm racked my body, making my thighs shake and my elbows buckle as I fell against the bed.
Jude rolled over beside me, panting with a huge smile on his face while I tried to just remember my own name. My arms shifted above me, trying to stretch.
