She felt the slow increasing fullness inside her rectum, the stretching of virgin muscles, the fiery bite of pleasure blending pain that sent ever-increasing strikes of electric-laden sensation spearing through her nerve endings.
She could feel her juices flowing from her pu**y, wetting the folds of her cunt further, slickening her thighs and making her cl*t pound with the need for relief. And still, the fullness increased. The fiery sensations built, blooming in her ass and spreading out as nerve endings began to transmit the pleasure-pain through the rest of her body.
“Easy, baby,” Ian crooned as Courtney realized she was twisting in his lap, attempting to lift her rear closer, to force him to complete the agonizingly slow adjustments of the width growing within her.
“Ian, I don’t think I can stand it…” she gasped, her voice strangled as tears filled her eyes. “Please, Ian. Let me come. I can’t bear it.”
Her cl*t was tortured. The mass of nerve endings felt like an open wound, the intense ache went so deep. Her pu**y wept in hunger, her womb clenching with spasmodic tremors as he pushed her to the very edge of her sanity, and refused to let her fly over the precipice.
“You’re perfect, Courtney, do you know that?” he whispered, his voice dark, deep as the plug swelled further. “Few women enjoy the inflatable plugs, or the constant burn it produces.”
And it did burn.
She craved more, but the swelling stopped, leaving her suspended, filled, too close to the edge of bliss to bear the pain of it.
“But even more.” He lifted her, turning her until she tumbled to the bed, staring up at him in dazed desperation as he began to undress. “Even more is how tight it’s going to make your pu**y. It’s going to take me all damned night just to work my c**k inside you, you’ll be so f**king tight, baby. And then we’ll see how naughty you can really get.”
He shed his shirt from his shoulders as the words finally penetrated her brain. He had no idea just how naughty she could be.
Her hands moved then, cupping her br**sts, her fingers pulling at her torturously tight ni**les as his hands moved to the waistband of his slacks.
Moaning helplessly at the pleasure, she let her fingers trail down her stomach, her abdomen, finally allowing them to slide through the glaze of moisture that filled the narrow slit as he stripped the material from his legs.
His c**k stood out from his body, angry, throbbing in need, the thick head glistening with moisture as she parted the lips of her pu**y for him. Her legs bent, spreading for him as she lifted her h*ps to allow her fingers to pierce her cunt.
Ian’s hand fell to his cock, his fingers wrapping around it, stroking it as he watched her. The expression on his face was pure hunger. His eyes were wild, glittering in his flushed face as she pushed her fingers slowly inside the ultra-tight entrance.
She could feel the degree to which the plug had made the channel even tighter than before. She jerked at the feel of her own fingers penetrating her pu**y, moaning at the incredible pleasure as they stroked over the sensitive tissue. With each penetration of her fingers, Ian’s eyes darkened, his gaze intensifying, becoming wilder as she f**ked herself closer to orgasm than she had ever gone before.
“Enough.” He knelt on the bed, his fingers catching her wrist as she felt the fire blooming in the pit of her stomach.
She was so close.
Too close to be stopped.
But he was as well. She could see it, sense it. His expression was tight with lust, a fire raging in his gaze that burned her, exhilarated her. She could feel the heat burning in him, raging. A heat she had never seen in his face when she spied upon him at her father’s estate. He had always been calm. Cool. In control. He had directed the sexual situations, reveled in that, but controlled them. She had never seen him burn as he was burning now.
That control was quickly disintegrating.
“No, Ian, damn you. I’m too close…” She jerked against his hold, fighting to return her fingers to the aching, desperate flesh of her pu**y.
“Yes, you are,” he whispered, coming over her, catching her wrists in his hands and anchoring them over her head as she struggled against him. “You’re so close, Courtney, so wet and hot. And so f**king tight you’re going to scream when my c**k sinks inside you.”
She shuddered at the roughness of his voice, fighting to breathe, to maintain a semblance of sanity as she felt his legs part hers further as he came over her. Bracing his weight on his elbows, he transferred her wrists to one hand, the other lowering to her hip.
“Is this what you want, Courtney?” His lips touched hers, his eyes stared into hers.
The intense blue of his gaze was nearly a shock this close up. They were brilliant, blazing with lust, with the struggle to maintain his control.
The head of his c**k parted the soaked folds of her cunt, lodging at the entrance to her weeping pu**y. Breathing in deeply, Courtney struggled against the pleasure that demanded her submission, demanded she give in to him, that she no longer tease, no longer tempt. But she knew Ian. And she knew this first battle in the war they were waging against each other, could well decide the future she was fighting so hard for.
“I want you,” she whispered. “All of you, Ian.” Her tongue licked over his lips, as her h*ps lifted closer, feeling the head of his c**k begin to stretch her.
“All of me?” He smiled, the curve of his lips tight with the effort to maintain his control. “Let’s see how much you can take, baby. Then we’ll see if you want it all.”
His h*ps flexed.
The buzzing in her anus was driving her crazy, but the slow, rhythmic press and retreat of his c**k into the entrance of her pu**y began to replace the burning pleasure in her ass.