Page 35 of Beg for Death
"Greedy."
I rolled my tongue over his fingers, moaning around them louder. He had no idea just how badly I was craving him. There was an unbearable itch deep inside and it felt like he was the only one who could get it.
He pulled his fingers free, and I cried from the loss. I kept my mouth open in case he wanted to come back.
"Dios míos, you're pure temptation."
I blinked away some of the tears. They were still spilling freely of their own will down my face.
"Turn back around. Your punishment isn't over."
No.I was so good for him. I hesitated for a single second, but one deadly glare from Ezra and I was twisted back around. My hands went to the back of the couch. Every muscle in my body tensed in anticipation for the beating to start again. His heavy hand pressed between my shoulder blades, and I fell forward, arching my ass more in the air.
"Stay."
I held my breath in anticipation as I waited. Ezra stepped back for a few seconds that felt like they dragged on forever. He parted my cheeks, exposing my hole. A new wave of heat rushed up my face, no doubt turning my cheeks red.
Ezra spat on my hole twice before I felt pressure against my entrance. My mouth opened, ready to say something, but words became impossible as I was forced to spread open. The burn and pressure quickly joined the inferno ruling my body. My hand slipped and fell forward even more. Ezra took that chance to shove more of the toy into me.
"You're taking this toy so easily."
Easy? I couldn't catch my breath. There was a buzzing sensation in my hands and feet that I couldn't be fucked to care about.
I just needed a few seconds to get used to the sudden intrusion. Ezra wasn't having any of it. He pulled back. I could feel every inch of the toy as it rubbed against my insides before he slammed it forward and stole the remainder of my sanity.
My mouth was left open on a silent scream as I didn't have a drop of oxygen to make it.
"You're a pro. Your ass is sucking this toy in."
His praise was like an aphrodisiac. My cock was already leaking but my balls started to tingle. I wanted to stroke my cock even as he split me open on a toy.
I started to rock back to meet his thrusts. The pressure remained but the pain shifted to nothing but pleasure, and I soaked it all up and greedily shook my ass for more. Ezra's gaze on me was heavy and it only spurred me on. I wanted him so transfixed on me that nothing else mattered.
My moans filled the living room along with the wet sound of the toy rearranging my guts.
"Don't cum, and I'll give you a real reward."
He couldn't be serious right now, right? I was barely holding on. I was on fire and my cock was so sensitive a strong gust of wind was going to make me cum.
The wet squelch of my ass taking the thick dildo hit my ears, turning me on even more. I tried not to rock back, but I was nothing more than a broken whore for Ezra. My legs trembled as I held back from cumming all while seeking out the pleasure he gave me.
"Fuck, pequeña puta,little whoreyou take dick like you're made for it."
The compliment slid over my body and went straight to the middle of my chest. I moaned as a new wave of pleasure rolled over me.
"Papi, please. Uh, please, oh my god." The moment I stopped moving my hips, Ezra took it upon himself to thrust the toy deeper inside of me, hitting my prostate. Ecstasy like no other hit me hard. I bit down on my lip, past the point of pain. Blood greeted my taste buds as I resisted the urge to cum. "Fuck, fuck. Please, Papi. Let me cum. I want to cum. I'll be good. So fucking good. Please."
I shook my head, rocking uncontrollably. "Please, please. Fuck, it feels too good. I want to cum, please." The scream that slipped free only held an ounce of my madness. I felt like I was driven insane with want. I panted as I tried to string together a coherent thought.
"Maybe convince me you really want this. How do I know you're not faking it?”
How could I? I was so turned on and ready to cum that my brain was utter mush. I let whatever came to mind come out unfiltered.
"I'm daddy's little slut. I'm your filthy whore. I'll keep my hole spread for you. I'll crawl on my hands and knees behind you like the bitch in heat I am." Whimpering, desperation clung to my sweat-slicked skin like a wet towel. "I'll be your submissive breeding hole. Break me, ruin me, do whatever you want to me. Please."
The toy kept hitting my prostate, making me see colorful spots in my vision. Just when I felt like I couldn't take another single second, the toy was gone, leaving me a gaping mess.
My body trembled as I was left on the verge.
