Wright Rival (Wright)

“That’s six. Can you take it to ten?”

I moaned and bit down on my lip hard. I inched my ass back toward him. I didn’t know how many I could take. I had no frame of reference. I just fucking wanted it. I wanted all of it.

“Seven,” he said, bringing his hand down on the back of my thigh and then the other. “Eight.”

I yelped. That was so much more potent than my ass. Tears welled in my eyes, even as everything built up so high that I might never come back down.

“Please,” I whispered. “Oh God, please.”

He finished off the last two in a brutal, merciless succession. My ass was on fire. It was going to be red and painful. I wouldn’t be able to sit without thinking about him spanking me.

“There you go. That was very good,” he said in the gentlest and most soothing voice I’d ever heard him use. He was rubbing and massaging the tender flesh. “Now, do you need to be taken care of?”

I couldn’t even form the words. I nodded. If I’d had words, I would have begged him to let me release. I couldn’t even believe I hadn’t come from the spanking.

He tugged my thong to the side and dragged two fingers through the evidence of my arousal. “You’re so wet,” he groaned as if he could barely control himself.

He was hanging on by a thread. And so was I.

At the first touch of his finger against my clit, I bucked against his hand, and everything shivered through my body. “Yes,” I gasped.

“Like this?” he asked, circling his finger around the swollen bud.

He stopped only briefly to remove my thong, so he could have better access. He brought his fingers back up to my clit, circling relentlessly, and I came hard and fast. I pulsed and pulsed, on and on. He never let up, until he drew out each shuddering breath from me as I climaxed higher than I’d ever reached.

Finally, he let me go, and I collapsed, releasing every ounce of pent-up energy. I was limp, and it was Hollin fucking Abbey who had teased it out of me.

“Fuck, Piper,” he ground out. “I need…fuck, I need to fuck you.”

“Yes,” I said.

I heard the sound of a zipper, and I watched him pull his cock out of his boxers. My eyes widened. Considering how tall he was and the size of his hands, I’d maybe idly thought that he’d be big. But he was huge. Like I had no idea how he’d fit inside of me if I wasn’t as wet as I’d ever been in my life.

He winked at me when he caught me staring and tore open a condom. I watched him sheathe the monster.

“I’ll go slow,” he promised as the head of his cock touched the lips of my pussy.

Our eyes were still locked together when I said, “Don’t.”

“Don’t?” He stilled completely. The muscles of his arms tense. Ready to stop if I wanted him to. But that wasn’t what I had in mind.

“Don’t go slow,” I begged.

“Fuck,” he grunted and then slammed into me.

Even though I had been prepared for him, soaking wet and ready to be impaled on his cock, all the air whooshed out of my lungs at the first savage thrust. He didn’t even make it all the way in, and I was still filled, but I squirmed to try to fit him in more. He grabbed each of my hands in one of his to keep me from moving. He drew back and pushed into me again. Inch by delicious inch, he fitted himself into my pussy.

“Fuck…fuck yes,” he said breathlessly. “You’re doing so good. Just like that, babe.”

I had no words. His cock had stolen every single one of them.

He started to move. Thrusting in and out at a rapid pace until, against all odds, he built me right back up. This definitely shouldn’t have been possible. I was not a second-orgasm girl. Nor was I an orgasm-during-sex kind of girl. What was happening?

“Oh God, Hollin, I’m going to come,” I shouted into the empty tour bus.

“Come for me.” He thrust harder and faster. Somehow lengthening even more inside me. “Come with me.”

And that moment, we both unleashed at once. I saw stars as he emptied himself inside of me with a roar of pleasure. His grip on my arms was painful, and yet I didn’t want to move. I had no interest in ever moving again.

Finally, he released me, and slowly—ever so slowly—he pulled out of me.

“Oh,” I whispered helplessly as the fullness left me.

He pressed a kiss into my hip. “Such a good girl. My good girl.”

Normally, the words would have been insulting. I would have seethed at him. Told him to fuck off with that misogynistic crap. But lying across a tour bus table after being properly fucked for the first time in my life, I was his good girl.