Page 38 of Whiskey Sour
He pulls apart my cheeks, and when a lubed finger circles my hole, I whimper. “Yes, please!”
“Stop that,” he rasps, smacking my ass when I try to push back against him. “Repeat after me.All I have to do is take it.”
I shake my head. It’s not that I don’t want to listen, but I’m just too lost in this moment to care. The unintelligible babbles I’m letting out would be borderline embarrassing were it not my best friend pulling them from me. “Cassius?—”
Another smack to my ass. It stings so nicely. The pain radiates from the impact area and spreads down my thighs and to my toes just as he eases the tip of his finger in. “All I have to do is take it.”
“All I—” I cough through my tears, my head hanging as I go completely still for him. “All I have to do is take it. Make me take it, Cass.”
He chuckles and rolls his forehead against my bare back. With one last smack to my ass, he kisses the side of my head. “Okay, sunshine. Just hold on for me. Don’t let go.”
I nod and release the most satisfied moan when he fully slips his finger in. He circles it gently, such a contrast to his rough words and angry energy. For a second, it feels so nice to be treated like a porcelain doll. Something sweet and soft as he adds a second, then a third, and starts scissoring me open. But then, it shifts. Something more primal and dangerous emerges when he slides his fingers out and growls, “Okay. Now you’re ready for me.”
I hold my breath in preparation. I’m beyond ready for all of him. He’s so big and thick and delicious and?—
But that’s not what I feel sliding inside me. Out of shock—and maybe a touch of indignation—I whip my head back. My eyes widen and my jaw drops when I see he’s using one of my dildos to fuck me. It’s super hot, but that’s not what makes me whimper. “Cass, I don’t think I can take it.”
The toy isn’t your average one. It’s not one uniform size like my other fake cocks. This one was a part of some beast collection the sex shop had just stocked. It’s sized like an average dick at the top, but then slowly grows bigger and bigger until it tapers into a flat platform you can use to suction onto the floor. I’ve never used it beyond a few inches, but that seems to be his plan.
“I think you can take it for me, sunshine,” he whispers, fucking me slowly at first with just the tip, his hand glisteningwith the amount of lube he applied to it. “Now, don’t make me spank you again for being a brat and not listening. Get back into fucking place and let me rail you with this fat cock.”
The way I rush to comply is almost hilarious. Trembling from arousal, I bend over again and squeal when he pushes another inch in, this one opening me up wider. It continues like this for a few minutes. He lets me get used to the size, then pushes more in. He’s soothing and comforting, murmuring nothing but words of encouragement and praise, but there’s a hint of tension in his voice. Cassius is a nice guy, but right now, it’s like he’s just pretending to be one. Like he’s holding that raging beast back to make sure I’m comfortable before wrecking me. When I finally feel the base of the toy, I’m so fucking full. My toes curl and I squirm as he lets it rest inside me.
“Nice deep breaths,” he instructs as he runs his hand up and down my back. “You’re going to need to remember how to breathe for what I have planned for you.”
“I’m ready,” I plead, turning my head so I can rest my cheek against the cool counter. “Do it, Cass. Take me.”
He must like my words because his trapped cock twitches against the back of my thigh. “That’s what you want?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to wreck this pretty little pussy.”
I whimper. “Fuck yes.”
He slides the toy out slowly. “Want me to claim it? Want me to ruin it?”
“Yes!” I cry as tears rush down my cheeks. “Yes, I—Fuck!”
The neighbors have to hear the scream I let out as he plunges the entire toy inside me all at once. I actually jerk forward and hit my head against the mirror, but he doesn’t care. One hand grabs my shoulder and drags me back so he can keep fucking me. Out of instinct and desire, I try to chase the feeling of being forced. I try to escape him and the toy, but he keeps yankingme back. I’m so delirious that I start laughing through my tears, lulling my head back and forth as overwhelming pleasure consumes me. I’m so lost to it all, but he won’t have that.
He digs his fingers into my hair and yanks my head up. I meet his violent stare in the mirror and a pulse of cum leaks from my cock. He’s smiling wickedly, the thrusting motion of his arm so obscene.
And he only makes it hotter when he opens his mouth.
“Watch me.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. Not on purpose, but because my body doesn’t know if it wants to listen. I want to give in, but I also want to put up a fight. I’m torn between lying still and rebelling. It’s because?—
“I see…” He chuckles darkly, still fucking me with rough strokes I can feel all over my body. “You need me to force you, don’t you?”
I don’t answer, but keep my eyes shut. It isn’t until I feel a harsh hand strike my cheek that they pop open.
He just slapped me.
Holy fuck, do it again.
“Yes!” I cry, now pushing back against the toy, against his powerful thrusts. I push back and back until I can feel it all the way up my throat. “Cass?—”
