Page 33 of Freaks Of Nature
“Oh God…” Shivers rake through me. I’m drooling as the ongoing vibration draws a symphony of whimpers from my throat.
More waves crash over me when he pulls the toy out and rubs it across my clit.
I groan.
My body convulses.
I don’t know if I’m still coming or about to come again.
“That’s my girl. So needy. So hungry.”
Mason’s voice rings clearer without the obstruction of his mask, but my brain has trouble grasping his words with the way he stimulates every nerve in my body.
“Think you’re ready for that challenge now?”
Oh fuck!He means the plug.
My muscles tense.
Mason removes the vibrator. Then his thumb. “Relax for me.”
And then I feel it, the cool, slick steel probing me, stretching me beyond the size of his finger.
“Just. A little. More,” he coaxes, pushing it deeper with persistence despite my distress.
It’s too big. The pressure is too much. I don’t think I can…
A groan ruptures from my throat in relief of having claimed the widest part of the conical shape.
“Yes, baby. Fucking swallow it.”
The sensation is something else. I’m full, but not full enough.
“You want my cock?”
“Yes,” I groan into the pillow, my hips squirming in a restless motion.
“Then come for me, baby girl.” Mason slides his long fingers into my pussy. I think it’s three, but I’m not sure. “I need one more before I give you what you want.”
Rough knuckles stroke my clit. I’m being stretched too far. I can’t possibly take any more, and yet I know he will fit his cock regardless.
Nudging the plug, he pumps his finger in and out of me in a slow rhythm at first, gaining speed. Sloshing sounds fill my ears. I bottom out. I feel myself unfurl for him.
My body convulses in its restricted position, and a cry of raw, unrestrained pleasure shatters my skull as white lights pop in my vision.
Mason rewards me with a deep, gratified sound before both his hands disappear. I can hear him undo his pants. Then he’s back, the tip of his cock prodding my pussy.
He pushes into me with a single thrust. “Feel how hard you make me?” he taunts, retreating and slamming back into me. “That’s all for you, baby girl.”
While toying with the plug, his free hand cuffs my wrists for leverage, and he picks up momentum. His lower piercing teases my clit. My stomach clenches. His thrusts rail me deep and hard at a quickening pace, sending ripples through me.
His short breaths come fast. “Fuck, you look beautiful like that,” he pants. “The only thing missing is you choking around my brother’s cock.”
His words send me over the edge as his hips pound into me again and again. My body grips him. My climax crashes over me so violently my vision goes black. I can’t even draw air into my lungs.
My body’s spastic clenching milks him, and Mason’s hoarse growl explodes like thunder. He rears into me in one last punishing drive to claim his own release.
Flush with my backside, his hips jerk as he spills. I feel him pulsing against my walls.
