Page 39 of The Count

His fingers were still inside me. They didn’t stay there. The moment they came out, I felt empty in a way I hadn’t anticipated.

“This next part is going to hurt, but that’s exactly what you need.”

“Yes, sir,” I moaned.

My clit was throbbing as if it had its own heartbeat. My legs quaked and the air rushed out of my lungs the moment that the head of his cock brushed against my asshole.

I was about to get my bottom fucked for the first time.

His hands grasped my hips, lifting me off the bed just a little to situate me just right. He leaned over me, putting just a little pressure against my already tender asshole.

It made the moment so very real.

He pushed a bit harder, breaching into me. My panic surged red hot at the inevitability of what was happening, and I cried out with it. I gripped the bed, wanting to crawl forward and escape at the same time that I wanted to push back and take even more of him.

Slowly, he pressed his cock into me. It was a struggle. His cock was incredibly thick, and it stretched me wide open in a way that I wasn’t prepared for. I cried out, moaning in agony and desire as every inch speared into me. Pain hurtled up and down my spine with savage abandon. I tried to relax my body so that I could take him, but it soon proved impossible.

Instinctually, my body tightened around him, which only made the ensuing bouts of stinging agony that much greater. His cock was slickened with lubricant, and I was thankful at least for that, but it hurt all the same.

When he’d worked the entirety of his thick length into my reluctant asshole, he stilled, just holding position in a way that made me completely aware of what was happening. My asshole tensed and I moaned through the painful reminder that followed.

His fingers tensed and he pulled out, only to push back inside a bit more quickly than he had the first time. It still ached, but it didn’t hurt nearly as much as that initial thrust. My bottom hole stretched open for him and the tidal wave of desire that followed nearly made my eyes roll back in my head.

I moaned softly as I reeled with arousal.

I had thought it had been bad before. Now it was so much worse.

The Blood shot was working its way through my system, forcing out my hidden desires whether I liked it or not.

“Are you ready to come for me like a bad girl, Mina?”

I shuddered hard, but it wasn’t with fear. It was with overwhelming shameful need.

I did need to come.

But most of all, I needed to come with him punishing methisway.

“Yes, sir,” I begged, quaking with my need, and pleading with him, both body and soul.

There were no more words, but there didn’t need to be. There was simply fucking. His cock thrust in and out of my asshole slowly at first, gradually building in pace until it was just as punishing as I imagined it would be.

My first orgasm tore through me with no warning. As soon as it began, I started to scream, writhing beneath him as he ravaged my asshole with his enormous cock. I wailed and moaned, but my body soared high, swirling with pleasure that was more powerful than I could have ever imagined. My legs quaked. My core imploded and the white-hot bliss of ecstasy blinded me to the rest of the world.

I shattered with that first release.

When my pleasure began to crest, my panic began to surface once again.

He wasn’t slowing down.

I knew he wouldn’t either.

Now that my initial arousal was beginning to fade, the pain returned, surging hotter than before. He hiked my hips up, leaning forward as he shoved his hand underneath my belly. His fingers slid underneath my pussy, and I gasped, inadvertently grinding forward against the rough surface.

“I’m far from through with you, my little girl,” he vowed.

He slammed his cock into me, and I wailed. Over and over, he thrust into me. His other hand pressed down on my hip, forcing me to buck against the firm surface of his fingers. I cried out, overly sensitive and unable to escape a single second of it.

It was devastatingly beautiful.

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