his hand: a LELO Ina.
His eyes, on mine, are wiser than I wish. He sees how wide he’s cracked me open. And what’s worse? He doesn’t seem smug or excited. He just... looks at me. For one searching moment, his eyes hold mine. Saying... what? Intention curves through me, but I can’t tell what kind.
Then he tugs his gaze down my belly. He scoots closer to me, settling between my legs. He stretches me open with two fingers and pushes the dildo into my swollen cunt. My eyes close in consent, so I can only feel his fingers position the clit piece. Vibrations sluice through me, forcing me to move my hips.
He pushes it deeper, and my mouth waters.
It starts to thrust. It’s thrusting on its own—and I can’t...”Oh!” Oh God! My muscles spasm.
“Hold on to it.” His eyes are round and blue. “You’re so damn slick. I’d hate to see it work its way out before you get the chance to come again.”
He disappears for years or minutes. I try to clench the dildo inside me, and all the while, I want to push against it, urging its width deeper.
When he comes back, I’m curled slightly on my side, losing the battle. Only the smooth, round tip is still inside me, pulling at my tender folds. The tiny wand over my clit has slipped away, so I have to thrust my hips to feel its vibrations. Every thrust works the thick wand a little farther out of me. I’m panting like an animal.
Kellan chuckles as he watches me squirm.
“Help me! Let me come!”
I try to reach for him. The knots stop me. He climbs onto the bed as I flail, watching from above me with a coy smirk.
“You’re ready?” he asks.
“Yes, please!”
I can’t see. Oh—right: tears. Fuck me!
“That’s a good girl.” He wraps his hand around the base of the wand and shoves it back inside me. I moan.
“Does it feel as good as I do?” He shifts his hips, and I notice the huge hose of his dick straining against his pants.
He rubs his big palm up and down it. “You want this, don’t you, Cleo?” He wraps his hand around his head and with his other hand, he pulls the dildo out of me.
My clit throbs so hard my legs fall open. I lift my hips and Kellan blurs.
He strokes my hair. “You want me to push inside your cunt. To fill you with my cock, give you every inch of me. Am I right, my little slut?”
My throat stings. “Yes...”
He leans down over me, and the ropes around my ankles tug as he adjusts the bar to spread my legs wider.
I watch him take his pants off. His dick is so huge, it has to curve to stay inside his charcoal boxer-briefs. My mouth waters as he frees it from the fabric. It springs up against his smooth, tanned six-pack. The girth makes me moan. The head of him is pearled with pre-cum.
“I can stuff you full of cock. My cock would love to stretch you open. I can see this cunt is hungry for me.”
He leans down and runs his fingers through my sopping slit. My hips come off the bed.
I’m dying as I watch him roll another condom on, too slow. He spreads my lips. He edges closer to me, as if my pussy and his dick are connected by an invisible fuck string. Then he takes his monster cock in hand and rubs the swollen head against my core.
I scream.
“What a filthy little whore.” His eyes burn mine. “Just aching for my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes, please. Please!”
He rubs his thumb over my clit.
“Oh God!”
He feeds his cock into me inch by slow, sweet inch. I look down and watch myself impaled. I’m stuffed so tight my hips feel compelled to move.
I shift my ass. He grits his teeth.
“Yes! Yes...”
With one smooth stroke, he punches in. I moan.
“Cleo.” He thrusts. I groan. He presses my thighs apart, and it’s like he knows—I’ll have to spread more if I want to take him all.
“You’re full already,” he rasps. “I can feel you stretched around my cock. But that’s not all of me, Cleo. Are you ready for me again?”
With his eyes on mine, he pushes deeper, stretching me exquisitely. Each shift of his huge cock sends a sweet ache surging through me.
My legs sag open. My eyelids drift to half-mast as I lift my hips to feel him move within me. “Fuck...”
“I’m not even moving