Page 65 of Monster's Edge

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In books, girls alwayswear these butt plugs to stretch their assholes out before they have anal for the first time. There’s always this period of “anal training” where people practice having things inside of their butts. That’s never been me, though. One time, I tried fingering my asshole, but it was so weird and uncomfortable and awkward that I didn’t try it again.

Now Ian is thrusting me into the world at full force.

He’s not a total monster, though. He positions me once again at the edge of the bed with my ankles over his shoulders. He plays with my breasts for a few minutes, watching me carefully as the vibrator stays inside of my pussy.

“This is going to hurt,” he warns me.

“I understand,” I whisper.

“I’m going to come in your ass, Rose. I’m going to fuck you until I come inside of you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mr. Salucci.” I understand. I know that he’s using me right now. He wants me to be a good slut for him, and I’m determined to do just that. I don’t pretend to be the best person in the world. I certainly don’t think I’m the coolest or the most interesting or the most special girl, but I do think I can do a damn good job of pleasing Ian, especially since he’s letting me.

“Good girl.”

He starts nudging his cock into me. Slowly, he pushes his hips forward so his dick begins to slide into me. I close my eyes at the intrusion. He’s right. It stings a little, but it doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. Then again, Ian isn’t being his usual rough self with me, either.

He’s being strangely gentle.

A guy like Ian tends to be rough and over-the-top because he can. If he feels like taking something, he can just do it. He gets what he wants when he wants. Nobody can stop him.

Right now, in this moment, Ian is taking what he pleases, and I’m not the girl to stop him.

“Almost there,” he tells me. I don’t know why he’s saying this. I don’t want to think of him as a nice guy. He’s warning me that he’s almost filled me completely up. “You can take me, Rose. Relax.”

I take a deep breath and try to let myself go. The vibrator helps. I’m not sure if this is the kind of thing I could do without it. The rest of my body is starting to ache and feel sore as Ian pulls back and then pulls inside once more.

The two of us are wrapped up in this strange sort of dance. It’s such a weird experience that I don’t know what to do. Right now, I’m grateful that he’s letting me keep my eyes closed because I don’t think I have the strength in me to look at him.

He fucks me very, very slowly. It’s more slowly than I’ve ever been fucked before. I don’t think I’m going to be feeling very good tomorrow. In fact, I’m quite sure that my ass is going to be burning for days, but he’s not being rough with me. Maybe this is why he didn’t insist on using the butt plugs that my storybook girls always use.

With each retreat and return of his cock, Ian seems to get a little bit deeper. The way I’m lying – splayed out and open – makes me feel vulnerable to him. He can see every inch of my body and he’s taking me anyway. He seems to like it, too.

He flicks my nipples and my eyes fly open.

“Got your attention, did I?” Ian chuckles and flicks the other breasts. I make a little sound – one I can’t really believe came from my own lips – and he does it again and again.

That’s when I feel an orgasm start to bubble up inside of me.

This isn’t the way I pictured myself getting off tonight. It’s not an experience I’ve had before, but if he’s going to offer me an orgasm, I’m smart enough to be ready to take it.

“You like this, don’t you, Rose?”

“Yes, Mr. Salucci.”

“You like being a good girl for me?”

“Yes,” I whisper. I’m breathless. Needy. Sore. Wild. I’m hungry for more and at the same time, I’m feeling more full than I ever have in my entire life. I don’t know what comes next. I don’t know what’s going to happen after all of this.

He slides his hands over the front of my pussy. Ian presses his thumb over my clit. He’s keeping up a perfect pace as he fucks my asshole over and over, and now he adds touching my clit to this symphony of feelings.

It’s too much for me. It’s sensory overload. I don’t know if I’m blacking out or fainting or just having an extreme reaction, but the orgasm that explodes within me is bigger than anything I’ve ever felt. Somewhere, off in the distance, I’m pretty sure that I hear Ian orgasming, too, but I can’t be sure because right now, it’s like nothing exists at all.

It’s like I’m nothing. I’m floating in the air and I’m justbeing. My whole body feels good and pleasurable and perfect. When I come down a moment later, I feel used and sated. It’s like the orgasm lasted minutes or hours oryears. I can’t even tell.

Ian is standing there, looking at me. He’s got a curious expression on his face that I can’t quite place. For a second, I think he’s going to yell at me – push me to the floor or tell me to go get cleaned up or something like that – but he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls the vibrator from my pussy and sets it aside. Then he climbs over me on the bed and presses his lips to mine in a violent and ravaging kiss.

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