Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I’m a lost cause.
Damen nods, staring at my burning ass, and while he is touching it very gently, the agitated flesh stings regardless. “Good. In that case, I will fuck you in our marital bed. You just have to exercise some patience.”
“Um… okay?” I mumble, unsure what to do with my arousal, so I press my cock against his hand, begging for release. “And what about now?” I’m not even ashamed anymore that I’m a squirming little animal.
“Now-now?” he asks, as if he has no idea what I’m on about. It’s borderline cruel for him to play with me like that, but when he taps the back of his finger against my hole, I can’t hold in a moan.
Yes, that is exactly where I want him.
Now.
“Don’t make me beg,” I whisper and hide my face in my hand. “I like to fuck, okay? And just being half-naked in front of you got me so horny I can hardly think.”
“Well, then we’re in a conundrum, since I want to take my time with that pretty ass. Unless—” His gaze darts to the elegant golden box, which he picks up and places on my tailbone. I should be annoyed that he’s using me as a table, but right now I don’t care as long as he keeps touching me. “I was thinking about buying this anyway,” he tells me before picking up a medium-sized glass dildo out of the package. Blood shoots to my cock, and I find myself close to losing balance when he pulls his fingertip along the beads making up the toy.
My focus is torn between the compliment to my ass and the black glass. I don’t care if Adriano hears us. Worse stuff has probably happened back here.
“It… it looks good,” I say, already thinking of him playing with it inside me. I don’t know why I’m stuttering so much, because I’m rarely this affected by anything. Between the skin of my ass feeling so tender after a spanking and the gorgeous man behind me admiring my hole with a dildo in hand, excuse me for being a little overwhelmed.
“I bet it feels good too,” Damen says and meets my gaze when he tastes the dark surface of the toy. It looks like an alien appendage, and somehow that’s even more arousing than watching him play with a realistic dildo would have been.
He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a neon green pouch. Never looking away, he rips it with his teeth, and then squeezes the contents into my crack. It’s cold, slimy, and I can’t fucking wait to have it rubbed inside me.
I arch my shoulders with a groan of excitement. It really does feel like my transgression is forgotten and we can start with a clean slate where only excitement matters.
“Only one way to find out.” I bite my lip and squeeze my cock through my damp jockstrap.
“You asked for it,” Damen tells me with a smile and slides the whole length of the dildo over my crack. Each rounded bit feels like a kiss, and I fall face-first into the backrest.
I rock my feet in excitement and lick my dry lips. “You got yourself a needy husband,” I tease, squeezing my throbbing cock. At this pace I might not even need to pull it out. With enough friction, I’m gonna flood my underwear.
I’m about to say something else, but the first bead enters me, cold, and alien, and so very solid it has me curling my toes. “Exactly. I’ll just need to manage those needs somehow,” Damen says, guiding the tip of the dildo back and forth. “There’s only so much energy I have after all,” he adds and pushes the toy in a bit farther.
“I’ll just ride you if you’re tired,” I murmur, turning my head so I can watch us in the mirror. There’s something weirdly arousing about waiting to get his dick inside me, but I can see he wants it too. Damen’s rubbing his palm against the front of his pants, all his focus on my hole and how it can accommodate the width of the next glass ball down the shaft of the dildo.
“Look at that…” Damen whispers, working the toy inside me. He’s gentle and doesn’t push when my body doesn't want to accept more of the length, but I can feel that by the time I come, the entirety of the dildo will be buried deep inside me. “Your hole wants this so bad it’s clinging to every inch,” he tells me and twists the length. “That’s it, you can take a bit more for me. I need to make sure you can stretch to the thickness of my dick.”
I know for a fact that his cock is wider than the glass item in his hand, but its shape, with changes in girth, makes insertion less smooth.