My face flames at his vulgar words, at the mention of how wet I am.
“It’s so good, baby. So fucking good,” he praises, and my muscles relax taking him deeper, easier, feeling my desire build once again. But then he pulls out of me, his cock out of my pussy and his fingers leaving my ass, and I feel empty once again, exposed, vulnerable. Until I feel the head of his cock at my back hole, and I shut my eyes tightly.
“Don’t be scared, little mouse. I’m going to make it so good for you. And once you feel what it’s like to have my cock inside your tight little ass, you’ll beg for it in the future.” His words are a dark promise, and he says it so confidently I believe him, giving in to the possibility instead of calling my safe word.
I’m vaguely aware of him pulling back enough to stroke his tip, and when he presses it back against me, it feels wetter, so I know he must’ve lubed himself up more with his saliva. Such a good Dom, taking the time to do everything he can to make this a good experience.
“On this night—” He starts to add pressure against my hole, and I remember to do what he said, pushing outward with my muscles. “—I gave you the real me. You’re the first and only woman to accept the part of me I’ve always kept hidden.” He slides in an inch, and with the head of his cock now lodged inside my ass, he lets go of his shaft and brings it around the front of my hips to start circling my clit once more. It’s oversensitive from all the attention, but I know I’m going to need the distraction, because his cock is so… much… more than even his three long, thick fingers. “In a way, I gave you my virginity, because it was the first time the real me was ever allowed to come forth and make love.”
My breath catches at the use of those words, because up until now, he’d always described the intercourse he had as sex, or fucking. And my muscles go soft, allowing him to sink another inch deeper.
“And now, you’re letting me take your virgin ass, sweet, beautiful Evelyn,” he whispers low, his words so sincere, even with their vulgarity, that they bring tears to my eyes.
Added to the overwhelming sensations running rampant through my body, the tears start to come in a steady stream, falling over the bridge of my nose and into my hairline with my face turned to the side, pressing to the edge of the tub. He pushes in another inch, and he can’t see my tears, but he must hear my sniffle, because he stops, his finger pausing.
Before he can even ask, I speak before being spoken to, my words heartfelt and strong. “Don’t stop, Nate. Please. Don’t stop. I feel it too, and I’m all yours.”
And without questioning me, I feel him shudder, and then he leans forward, sinking his fingers into my pussy at the same time he glides all the way into my ass.
“Oh… God!” I cry and feel the heel of his palm clamp down on my mound, keeping his fingers steady, deep in my front hole as he starts to slowly slide in and out of my back one. Every time his hips piston into my ass, it vibrates his hand, the pressure on my clit just enough that I feel everything start to build once again.
With tears still steadily streaming out of my eyes, I give in to all the sensations, and soon, I’m coming… coming so hard I let out a silent scream as I just take it, take everything he has to give me. And when one orgasm ends, another one immediately begins, until more are rolling in one on top of the other, giving me multiples like waves of an ocean.
The water laps roughly at our thighs with his pounding movements back and forth, but I don’t care if it soaks my entire floor. Nothing matters. Nothing. Except for where Nate and I are connected in more than one way, and more than just physically. And I know after this I’ll never be the same. After this, I’ll be ruined for anyone else.
Chapter 11
Nate
I’ve never felt such bliss. Nothing could compare to this. And I’m not just talking about fucking Evelyn’s virgin ass. While there is nothing that will ever feel like being buried deep in that forbidden place, somewhere no other man has ever been before, I mean her complete surrender. Her complete and total submission. And when she told me “I’m all yours,” it was all I could do not to come right then and there, without even being all the way inside her, without even having taken that first stroke of my cock in her ass.
But then she started to come, and the sounds she made, and the feel of her muscles surrounding me was an addictive feeling I didn’t want to end. I become obsessed with it, counting the times I make her come over and over again. And I promise I’ll stop. I promise I’ll give in if she calls her safe word, or if I feel like she truly can’t take anymore. But until then, I keep counting my thrusts, counting how many it takes each time to get her off.
But then her orgasms start multiply and combine in a way I can’t tell when one ends and another begins, and I lose count, lose track of all my numbers, and for the first time in my life… I don’t care. Not one fuck is given. I don’t have the compulsion to start over. I don’t have the clawing need for order and symmetry. I just give in to the feel of my
