Page 116 of Darcy
Mouth falling open, I go to say something as he braces himself over me, but the length of his cock brushes right over my clit at the same time. Whatever I might’ve said is lost to the groan as he slides the hard length up and down, coating it in the wetness that’s been building since this whole thing started.
He’s too gentle, so I do what anyone else would in my situation, flipping us over until I’m on top so I can grind against him like I so desperately need to.
My upper hand doesn’t last long.
With a snort and a move that should be illegal, Prophet escapes my hold and ends up behind me with his hands on my hips and his cock sliding against my ass.
“Keep trying to top me, and I’ll fuck this ass before you’re ready.”
“I’m ready now.”
His hand leaves my hip to lightly spank my butt. “Not yet, but you will be.”
Then he leans over to where his own suitcase is open and pulls out something. Before I even manage to process what I’ve seen, he’s rubbing the cool silicone of a butt plug between my folds.
“Where did you—?” I cut off on a gasp as he slides the plug slowly into my pussy.
My inner walls clench, and I almost come now that Ifinallyhave something filling me.
“Get it nice and wet,” he murmurs. “Yes, angel, you’re taking it so well.”
The toy is larger than the one he took out yesterday, and he works it slowly in and out of me, making sure I coat every single inch of it before he withdraws it and rests the tip against my ass.
“Breathe out.” His voice is husky, and obeying him is a compulsion I don’t want to ignore.
The plug goes in easily at first, the first two inches slipping in with no resistance. The third is a struggle, but Prophet notices when I stiffen, and his free hand strokes over my back. “Keep breathing, angel. You’re almost there.”
He pulls the plug back and then pushes it in farther, giving me tiny thrusts that tease me into accepting another torturous inch.
“It burns,” I whimper, hands fisting the sheets.
He freezes. “Do you want me to stop?” I shake my head so rapidly that he laughs. “Good. Keep going.”
When the thickest part of the plug finally pops through my sphincter, I let out a shaky breath. The fullness is incredible, and I can’t seem to stop shifting, relishing the feeling of my inner muscles tensing and releasing around the toy.
“Grab onto the headboard,” Prophet murmurs. “Don’t let go.”
As soon as I do what he says, he lines his cock up with my entrance.
Holy shit. I guessed he was big, but with the plug in my butt, his girth becomes terrifying. The head of him eases forward, and I cry out into the mattress.
“It’s okay,” he whispers against my back. “You can take me. Your body was made for me, angel. Relax. I’m going slow.”
He pushes forward a little more, then pulls back, only to slide in again, just as far. Thrust by thrust, he works himself inside me, rubbing against the plug through the thin barrier of skin which separates them.
Then his hips finally, blessedly, meet my ass.
“I’m in, angel. You’ve taken all of me so well.” His body lowers, covering mine, and his next words brush against my ear. “Hold on.”
With that warning, he draws back and plunges back in.
My breath leaves my lungs in a soundless gasp, my knees tremble, and my back arches at the sudden invasion, pushing my breasts out. That’s just the beginning. His sweat-slicked body fucks into mine in hard, slow strokes that stretch me to my limit.
Each time his hips meet my ass, the plug jostles, reminding me of its presence.
“One day,” Prophet grunts, reading my mind. “That won’t be a plug. It’ll be me in your ass while one of the others takes this scorching cunt. We’ll fuck you until you pass out, and then we’ll wake you up and we’ll go again until you’re full of our baby.”
The mushroomed head of his dick brushes against my G-spot, and I cry out at the combination of the sensation and his filthy words. I want to scream. I want to beg. I want to collapse in a writhing mess beneath him.
