Page 261 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
“Good girl.”
I wait for the buzz of the Hitachi, but instead his fingers play lightly over my outer lips, then slip inside and circle my clit. Everything in me relaxes. I couldn’t take the intense vibrations of Satan’s wand right now, but his gentle, swirling fingers are perfect.
I can only squeeze a little around the huge dildo, but when I do, fire roars up through my belly. My legs start to shake andMac growls in my ear. “That’s right, goddess. Just like that. Let it happen.”
I let his circling fingers and the overwhelming pressure inside me ease me up and up until I vibrate apart under his fingers. As I’m coming, he slides his arm under my head and growls, “Taste me, girl.”
I turn my head and bite down on his forearm, sucking hard, filling my mouth with the taste of his skin as the orgasm obliterates me. Every muscle locks and then goes limp. It’s beyond pleasure. It’s too intense for pain. God’s grabbed me in his fist and shaken me and I’m utterly boneless as I collapse in Mac’s arms.
He pats my clit like he’s praising a good pet. Before I have the chance to do more than shudder from that light stimulation, he reaches around and presses his cock into my ass.
“Srrrr.”
“Take it, girl. You knew it was coming.”
Yes, I knew it was coming, but I didn’t think it was comingrightnow. And he’s relentless. He pushes in in one long thrust. He wasn’t kidding about not giving me any more prep and I’ve closed up while he’s had me impaled on the dragon dildo. I grit my teeth and suck hissing breaths through them as I try to take his thickness. He works in against the huge thing still filling me. The stretch forces whine after whine out of me. “Sir, Mac, fuck!”
“That’s it. What am I doing, bold girl?”
“Claiming my holes,” I groan, shuddering as he bottoms out and then pushes even further, forcing himself deeper. “Fuck! Fuck, Mac! Sir, that hurts!”
“I know it does. Take it, girl. Show me you’re giving me your holes,” he growls.
I drop my head to his arm still cradling me and arch my back as much as I can, taking the pain for him, working through it until my body opens and the terrible stretch just becomesoverwhelming fullness. His hand cups around my throat and he holds me still through his partial withdrawal followed by a deep thrust that makes me wail.
“Do you get to come, my dirty, dirty girl?” he growls in my ear.
Yes? No? I don’t know. I’m not even sure I can, I’m so full. My body gives it the old college try, though, contracting suddenly, sending pulses of white-hot bliss up into my belly from where I’m so, so, so full.
“That’s it, girl. You can have one. No more.” He pulls back and thrusts shallowly, abrading all those nerves, tugging and stretching the tender skin. My own squeals ring in my ears as he pumps and my overstretched, overtaxed body misfires from pleasure to pain and back again.
He lets me relax for a minute as my orgasm fades but doesn’t take anything out of me and I begin to shudder uncontrollably.
“Roll onto your belly, girl,” he says roughly. “It’ll help.”
He’s right. He helps me roll until I’m face-down, with my hands over my head still cuffed to the bedframe, my knees wide. The position shifts the dildo in me and the firmness of the mattress against my stomach helps the terrible pressure feel good again. Mac positions himself behind me, his thighs brushing mine and taps his cockhead against my sore, stinging asshole several times, wringing whimpers out of me.
“No more orgasms, girl. You take it and you hold yourself back. Hear me?”
I nod dizzily. “Yes, sir.”
“I’m going until I come and I’m not taking it easy on you. Want some lube? This is the last chance.”
“As long as it’s not ginger oil, yes, sir.”
“Okay, this once.” He taps me several more times, sending those bright, shuddery shocks through me, before he drizzles something cool down my ass and pushes back in.
“Oh, sir!” Even with the lube, I’m so sore now his steady entry squeezes tears out of my eyes. He gives no quarter, pumping steadily, holding me down with a hand between my shoulders. He’s panting in my ear as he chases his own release, sounds that make my belly flutter and my brain spiral and help me endure the assault on my stinging ass. He nips at my shoulders and nape, marking me with tiny bites, the tiny pains ramping me up again. I can’t possibly want more, do I? His thrusts grow frenzied and damn, he is strong. He pins me to the bed while he hammers my ass, grunting with each hard thrust. He plants himself deep; the warm rush in my ass making my whole body shake. He rears up off me with a strangled scream—he’s really coming hard—and I smother a laugh in the pillow. In this moment, it’s funny, but on another level, I love that he’s so into our sex. His pleasure distracts me from what’s happening to my poor guts.
He slumps onto me, holding himself up on one elbow. He smears kisses on my shoulder as he slides out of me. Thank fuck. Then he slaps my ass.
“Ow!” How my body can even register the sting when I’m hurting everywhere, I don’t know, but it does. “What was that for, sir?”
“For keeping this ass from me. You’ve got no idea how I’ve been suffering for the last couple of days.”
I laugh into the pillow again. Mac runs his hand up my nape and turns my head to the side.
“I want to hear that laugh, bold girl.” He leans over me and plants a big kiss on the corner of my mouth.
