He pulls his finger out of my ass, and I sigh, half in relief and half in frustration that he’s done already.
Silly me.
He grabs my hips and flips me over onto my stomach, my ass sticking straight up in the air. He lifts my hips and slides a pillow under me, then I feel a sharp sting as he slaps my ass. I gasp, and try to sit up, to glare over my shoulder at him.
He pushes my shoulders back down to the bed, even as I watch him pull a bottle of lube from a drawer beneath the bed and pour a generous helping across his palm. “If you don’t want to do this Bonnie, just tell me and I’ll stop,” he assures me.
I catch his eye, defiant.
I didn’t want to, I remind myself. Before I even met him, this was what I said I wouldn’t try. I wouldn’t let him claim this.
But I think of his finger inside my ass, and his tongue earlier, feeling so much better than I could have imagined. I think of the way he just made me come, over and over again. How good he makes me feel. How he unlocks sensations in me I didn’t even know existed.
He told me he wanted to claim all of my virginities. That’s the price he wanted. So if he fucks my ass now, then he’ll fuck my pussy next, and we’ll be done with this. He’ll have gotten what he wanted, and then I’ll get what I need.
I arc my hips back toward him. “Do it,” I say.
He slaps my ass again, harder. “That’s not how a good little slut asks to be taken,” he reminds me.
I swallow hard and meet his eye. “Fuck my ass, sir. Please.”
He rubs his hand across the spot he just slapped, and the sting fades to a dull throbbing ache. “God, you are so fucking sexy. Do you have any idea what a perfect creature you are?” He trails his other hand down my back, tracing my spine. “You drive me wild, Bonnie. I want to claim every inch of you.”
“I’m yours, Pierce,” I murmur, and even though I said that last time too, it sounds real now. It feels real. I am his, and I want him to take me. Every inch.
He slides a condom over his cock, coating it in the lube at the same time. I turn away and press my face into the pillow, trying to force myself to breathe evenly, to relax. It’s hard, when I don’t know what’s coming. But I remind myself that I trust him.
Weirdly, I trust this random man from the internet. Everything he’s done to me so far has felt amazing. Even the things I never thought I would like, like being called his little slut, or having my ass slapped.
His cock pushes at my entrance, and I clench my fists in the bed sheets, bracing myself.
He pushes inside me slowly. I feel him stretch me, slowly, wider and wider, until I’m groaning into the sheets, my voice half muffled. He leans over me, his abs pressing into my ass, my lower back. I feel him climb onto the bed as he thrusts deeper into my ass, penetrating every inch of me. I cry out again, still muffled, as he finally reaches his hilt. He’s fully inside me, claiming me completely.
“Whose ass is this, Bonnie,” he growls against my ear, and I pant with effort as he starts to pull out of me. It feels painful and pleasurable all at once, like I’m stuffed so full I could burst, but I fucking love it.
“It’s yours, sir,” I groan in response, fists tight around the sheets. “It’s your ass. Take it. Take me.”
“God you’re so fucking tight.” He thrusts into me again, faster this time. “You love feeling me fuck your ass, don’t you Bonnie.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” I claw at the sheets as he pulls away and thrusts again, my body sliding across the bed with the force of his thrust.
“Tell me you fucking love it,” he growls.
“I fucking love you fucking my ass,” I cry out.
His hand dips under me, and I jolt as his finger finds my clit. It feels swollen and strained, like a heavy weight between my legs. Just one touch makes me jump against him, as he thrusts into me again, finding a slow, steady rhythm. “You’re going to come for me now, Bonnie. Like a good little slut, you’re going to come with my dick in your ass.”
He fingers me faster, and I buck under him. He keeps fucking me, slowly speeding up, his balls slapping against my pussy with each deep thrust. Before I know it, I’m already on the edge, crying out as I spill over into an orgasm. He doesn’t stop, just keeps fingering and thrusting, his cock filling my ass. I bite down hard on the sheets and come again, then again. I lose track of how many orgasms I’ve had.