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“I’ve worked in the emergency department, Torch. You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve seen, and the damage men do to their partners when they’re taking them anally. I’ve seen the pain, and the shame, and the long term implications of that. I guess I’m just afraid of it going wrong.”
She was getting in her head again, and she usually needed me to get her back out of it.
“’Taking them anally’… god I love it when you talk dirty to me, baby.” She giggled, pulling my thumb back to her lips and sucking it into her mouth. I’d never force her into something she wasn’t comfortable with, well, except that fucking tattoo that proves she’s mine, but I’m pretty sure she’d fucking love me taking her ass, because it’d make her feel even more owned, and used, and degraded. That’s what she gets off on, after all.
“I’ve done anal before. I know how to prep the ass first, and I know how to go slow and gentle, babe. I’d never push you into it, but if you trust me with this, you know I won’t let you down. I’m all about using and abusing you, but not literally ‘abusing’, yeah?”
Grace nodded slowly, but that frown was still right there.
“You probably don’t even have lube, right?” Her head shook slowly from side to side. Yeah, that’s what I thought.
“Okay, we’re going upstairs so I can take those other two slutty holes of yours, but I’m gonna play with your asshole, and you’re going to fucking take it. I won’t fuck it, not without lube, but, babe?”
She fixed those brown eyes on me, waiting for me to drop whatever the fuck I was about to say, so I let her have it.
“I will be fucking that sweet untouched ass of yours very soon, and I’ll make you cum so hard you’ll beg me to do it again, and again. You’ll become my little fucking anal slut, and you’ll forget you ever had these worries.”
Grace released my thumb on a ragged breath, and pushed my hand down onto her breast.
“Don’t you want to fuck, or are you going to keep talking at me, Torch?” This fucking woman. I sat up, pushing her down onto the floor on her knees.
“Why don’t we start by stuffing that sassy fucking mouth of yours, huh? Make you think twice about giving me all that lip.”
She giggled breathlessly, reaching for my jeans, but I slapped her hands away.
“Did I give you permission to fucking touch me? Open your mouth and wait for my cock, bitch. That’s all you’re good for right now. Giving me a wet hole to fuck.” She practically moaned in response, licking her lips briefly before her mouth dropped open as commanded.
I wasted no time freeing my aching cock from my jeans, and sitting forward on the chair to drive my cock between her lips, ruthlessly pushing in deeper and deeper, until she made a choking sound.
“Did I say you could breathe?” She squirmed a little, her eyes rolling back as she stopped trying to move back. Finally, she was letting me take control, and getting what she needed from me. Ruthless, degrading fucking, starting with that soft throat of hers.
Forty-One
I’dmissedhimsomuch, and even though it wasn’t just the sex stuff that I’d missed, it was a big part of things with us, because he could give me what I needed. He seemed to instinctively know what was going on in my head, and how he could help. It was that connection that I craved, the way he could cause my mind to disconnect, so that our bodies did the talking.
His fingers were tight in my hair, and my throat was full of his cock, but I didn’t feel used and abused, I felt loved. For anyone who doesn’t get it, guess what, your kinks are different than mine. This is what I need from him, and I’ve never trusted anyone to do it until him, because something about him put me at ease, and told me I was safe with him.
After weeks of treating him in the hospital, I’d learned a lot about the person he was, in those guarded moments when he thought I couldn’t see through the banter, and the flirting. He was nothing like Micro, and I knew that from the moment I found out who the bad guy even was. It was never Torch, no matter how he might see himself sometimes.
I couldn’t breathe, and at times, I honestly thought I’d pass out from lack of air, when Torch kept choking me with his cock, but it was making me so wet, I was practically soaking my clothes. He suddenly pulled back, his cock sliding wetly over my lips and bouncing free, trailing drool down my chin.
“You think I’m gonna waste my cum down that worthless throat of yours? Get up, go to your bedroom, and get fucking undressed. If you’re not naked, and spread out on your bed like a fucking sacrifice, when I get up there, I’ll make you watch me jerk off, and I won’t let you cum at all.”
Yikes! I scrambled to my feet, and ran, tearing off clothes and dropping them as I approached my bedroom, throwing my naked ass on my bed, and laying spread-eagled and waiting for him.
I could hear his chuckles as he approached my door, and stepped in to lean against the frame.
“Well, someone’s eager. You made a right mess on your way up here. Not just clothes, but drool, and probably desperate pussy juices all over the damn place.”Oh god. I sat up, as horror rippled through me, but he just shook his head at me. He was just mouthing off at me, but still, maybe don’t try to get me horny while you remind me that I threw clothes everywhere like a whore. I am though, his whore, so why isn’t he fucking me yet?
“Beg me,” Torch said as he approached the bed, removing his cut and folding it neatly, setting it on the chest of drawers as he passed it. He lifted his t-shirt off next, and dropped it on the floor, out of my eyeline. I clenched my fists, as I fought the urge to get up and tidy it.
“Leave it. I’m not hearing that fucking begging though, slut. What part of ‘beg me’ don’t you fucking get? You think you just get allthis,without showing me how fucking desperate you are for it?” He gestured to himself, before he shoved his jeans down, baring himself in one swift move.
“Please, Torch, please fuck me. Please give me that beautiful cock!”
Torch laughed, despite the gruff demeanour, shaking his head at me.
“He’s not beautiful, babe. He’s handsome, well, actually, I don’t think either word applies, if I’m honest. Cocks weren’t made to look pretty, were they?”
