me cry out. “When I tell you something, I expect you to listen.”
The comeback I had on the tip of my tongue disappeared when the tip of his tongue speared into me. He worked my clit, pussy, and ass until tears of desperation burned my eyes.
I was vaguely aware of something clicking behind me before cold, slick lube coated my hole. That time when he pressed his finger against me, he continued, sliding it in.
My breath caught in my lungs from the pain. The fullness. The stretching.
“Breathe,” he whispered, his other hand rubbing my clit as he pumped his finger in and out.
Easy for you to say, I wanted to repeat, but I couldn’t form words. Especially not when he added a second finger.
If only two fingers made me feel like I was splitting apart, I didn’t know how I’d possibly take his cock.
But the longer he worked me, the more I wanted to find out.
“I need you,” I whimpered.
“We’re just playing tonight,” Maximo said, his voice strained and husky with arousal.
I may have been terrified of the pain and uncertain of the logistics, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to do it. Or at least try. “Why?”
“I need to get you ready.”
“I am ready.” I rocked my hips back. “I need you.”
“I’m still going to fuck this greedy pussy.”
“I want to try.”
Maximo hesitated for a long moment. “You sure?”
No.
“Yes.”
Biting out a harsh curse, he removed his fingers and put more lube on me. I looked over my shoulder to watch as he coated the long length of his hard-on with it.
Length I was going to take.
What was I thinking asking for this?
But then I stared as he stroked himself and remembered.
I wanted him in every way I could get him. I wanted to continue trying new experiences because I trusted him.
Because I loved him.
He shifted to kneel behind me, the thick head of him pressed against my tight hole. “Tell me when to stop, Juliet. Don’t try to take it if it hurts too much. Understood?”
“Understood, Daddy.”
He eased in, and I felt like I was being shredded from the inside out. My muscles burned and stung with the intrusion, but there was an undercurrent of pleasure.
A very under-undercurrent.
“Relax, little dove,” he gritted out, not sounding all that relaxed himself.
I did my best to inhale deeply, filling my lungs with much needed air as I forced my body to loosen.
Maximo inched in farther. “Christ. So fucking tight.”
He fucked me with the tip, shallow and slow. Every few thrusts, he pushed deeper. It skirted along that thin line between pleasure and pain until I couldn’t tell which was which.
Shoving my face in a pillow, I muffled my throaty moan. The pillow was snatched from under me.
“No one is on the floors below us,” he reminded me. “I want to hear you scream.”
When he thrust in harder, I gave him what he wanted because there was no way in hell I could hold back. My moan mixed with a harsh cry, forming a sound I didn’t even know I could make.
And Maximo loved it. Groaning, his arm circled me to play with my clit, adding to the confusing rush of overwhelming sensations.
It hurt.
It was amazing.
I was so full.
I wanted more.
I was ready to explode.
I was sure it would kill me.
As his movements grew erratic and uncontrolled, I decided death by orgasm was worth it. I needed to come more than I needed my next breath.
Maximo must’ve felt the same urgency because his speed and the pressure he used on my clit increased. His voice was low and strained. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”
“You’re not even all the way in,” I panted, my words clipped.
“Doesn’t matter.” That didn’t stop him from pushing in deeper. “Every inch of you is mine now. Your sweet pussy, your fuckable mouth, and this tight ass.”
His claiming words did it. A guttural scream ripped from me as the most intense, blinding pleasure-pain tore through my whole body. Destroying me. Eviscerating me.
One orgasm immediately rolled into another as his low groans mixed with my moans. His come filled me as he rumbled, “All of you. Mine.”
We stayed locked like that for a long moment, slowly coming back to earth as we caught our breath. I hissed out a moan and winced as he slipped out. He didn’t give me his weight like he usually did, which was good because I wasn’t sure I could take it. As he climbed from the bed, I collapsed into a graceless