Page 77 of Fighting for Her Heart
I slide my finger from her asshole and push on the end of the plug, testing the final huge section.
“Yes!” Her voice is faint, but clear. “More.”
I press down again, needing a great deal more pressure than feels right, but her body opens to accept the large intrusion, and she gasps loudly once the final bulb slips inside and the disk slaps firm against her.
Her body writhes, her ass rising and falling, her breaths coming hard and fast and I trace my hands up and down her spine, hoping to calm her, or sense whether or not I should remove the monster of a plug. Given how she’s accepted it, it’s possible that, should they ever choose to try, Axel might be able to penetrate her ass.
She finally settles, so I carefully turn her onto her back, lifting higher the bar holding her arms apart, so it isn’t against the back of her neck. With her arms above her head and spread apart, her breasts lift, her hard nipples healed from the last time I treated them roughly. The stiff points seem to be reaching up, calling out again for my lips.
I want to fuck her, I want that so badly, but I still have a few more toys we have not yet explored. Also, I want to taste her again, to drink her in and see if her body is ready for another climax. Who am I kidding? Her body is always ready.
Positioning myself between her shapely legs, I slide my hands along their lengths, loving how she shudders with pleasure, and how her breath shortens each time my hands travel higher.
Bending down, I lightly lick her clit. She cries out, arching into my mouth.
I need to see her wet sex more clearly.
Quickly, I move down below her feet and then gently ease her legs up toward her torso. I attach the spacer separating her legs to the clamps fastened to the cuffs on her wrists.
She tries to stretch, but then she smiles softly, accepting her new position, folded in half with her ankles near her wrists.
I trace my fingers down the backs of her extended legs, loving the reaction I can see in her exposed pussy, dark with her blood and damp with her arousal, calling out to be consumed by me.
But her pulsing opening clearly longs to be filled.
Ignoring my stiff cock, I select one of the vibrating dildo’s I have yet to try. This one is very long and thick. I test it. Once turned on, it not only vibrates, but circles, its tip, base and center moving independently. I watch the thing swivel and gyrate in a way no actual cock could perform—without being triple jointed.
Gasping at the sound of the vibration, she licks her lips, anticipating whatever is to come. I turn it off and then press it against her opening. She’s very wet, but this thing is huge and her asshole is already stuffed, so I add some lube before starting to press it inside her.
She moans, her body resisting. Is this too much?
“Baseball?” I ask.
But she shakes her head no as she wiggles her hips, as much as she can within her constraints and her body position with her legs folded back, her ankles and wrists attached to each other.
She continues to lick her lips and moan, and so I twist the dildo and gently press it in deeper and deeper inside her.
Feeling her body’s resistance, I stop and pull back, and then pump it in and out of her at this shallow depth, loving how her lips part as if she’s crying out, but she’s making no sound.
I remove her blindfold, needing more assurance that I’m not taking things too far, and it takes her a few minutes before she opens her eyes.
When she does, what I see there is not only intense satisfaction, but also love.
“You feel okay?” I ask.
She nods, her hips swiveling slightly as I push the vibrator in another inch more, then another and another. Each time I stop, I’m certain I’ve reached her limit, but she continues to take in more, until the device is fully inside her, only the controls protruding.
Leaving the vibrator buried, I reluctantly break eye contact to bend forward and lick her clit.
She bucks against me, but moans, so I push down hard on the backs of her thighs, giving her even less mobility as I continue to lick her sweet juices.
Remembering the vibrating feature of the dildo, I turn it on. She cries out, but doesn’t say baseball, so I close my lips around her swollen bud and suck her in, feeling her sensitive organ swell and lengthen as I pull her nerve-filled nub into my mouth. Her entire body vibrates in a way that can’t just be mechanical, and so I reduce my suction, switching to flicks of my tongue alternating with soft circles as she rides out another climax of so many.
Unable to resist, and wondering about the bounds of her limits, I turn up the intensity of the vibrator, as I latch my lips around her clit and suck hard.
She bucks and writhes within her tight confines and the vibrations penetrate my lips, my entire body.
“Ah!” she screams. “Too much. Oh. Oh. Baseball!”
