“Ready now?” he asked her, raising his head as he lifted the plug from the couch.
Sarah shook her head, her mind fogged, her body lethargic despite the blood surging through her.
“Yeah you are, sugar,” he told her, his tone so gentle, so approving her l
ashes fluttered. Only at the last second did she manage to keep them opened.
Then she felt it. The tip of the plug was inserted into her tight butt hole. Brock spread her legs wide, one bending, placed over his shoulder, the other over the back of the couch.
“Oh God. Brock.” She couldn’t stop the arch of her body as the thick device began to fill her, stretch her.
Tingling fire shot up her spine, then back down. She could feel her cunt pulsing, leaking her own natural lubrication, preparing itself for what was to come as he pushed the plug deep into her. She writhed beneath him, her hips arching, then a high, startled cry escaped her lips as she felt the flared base lodge past the tight ring of muscles there.
It stretched her impossibly, leaving her gasping, nearly pleading for him to take her now. Right now. But she couldn’t speak. The breath strangled in her throat as pleasure washed over in wave after wave.
“Sarah.” Brock’s voice sounded as strained, as violently aroused as she was now. “Baby. Oh baby. Yes, let it feel good for you.”
His head lowered and he was lapping at her cunt like a starving man. His tongue plunged inside her, his hands holding her legs in place as he drank from the well of hot cream her body pulsed into his mouth. Yet, he still refused to let her climax. He brought her time and time again to the edge, only to pull back before she could go over.
Then he lifted the thick, gel filled dildo from the couch. Sarah cried out as he looked at her. His expression a tight grimace of arousal, his eyes glittering with a raging lust that made her own rise.
“I want you to know the fullness of it,” he whispered as he lodged the bulging head of the dildo at her slick entrance. “I want to watch your face, your eyes and know you like it. I want to see your pleasure, Sarah.”
Her eyes widened as she felt the sexual toy slow enter her, part the flesh of her vagina, burning, stretching her. Her head shook in short, jerky movements, her hands fisted in the cushions of the couch. She couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t. It was too much. Too much and yet not enough. Each slow, thrusting inch being buried inside her made her more aware of the plug lodged in her anus, it made the fiery pleasure sear her body with lightning streaks of arousal so hot she expected blisters.
“Ah, Sarah, how pretty you are,” he whispered when she finally cried out, her body bucking, driving the dildo those last inches, lodging it firmly against her cervix. “You’re stretched so tight around it, just as you’ll be stretched around me.”
He pulled the dildo back, then pushed it home again. He did so slowly, his strokes firm but not too fast. Sarah arched desperately to him, an agonized haze of lust burning her alive. Her cunt was stretched as it never had been, and still the dildo was only just a bit smaller than the width of Brock’s cock. And how she needed him now. She needed to climax, but the unfulfilling strokes used kept her only poised on the brutal edge of her release.
Through it all, Sarah watched Brock. Their eyes were locked, their needs, their arousal feeding from each other until Sarah could stand no more. She bucked against the slow thrust, lifting to him, her hand gripping his wrist, halting the movement inside her body.
“Fuck me, damn you. Stop teasing me like this.” She had to grit her teeth when that small, wry smile tilted his lips.
Then he was removing the dildo, tossing it aside, his eyes darkening, purpose hardening his expression.
“Now, come here.” He lowered her legs, then took her hands and pulled her to her knees.
Laying back on the couch, he helped her over him, positioning her over the straining, pulsing head of his cock. Sarah felt the moisture between her thighs increase, knowing he would impale her on the thick length.
“Slowly, Sarah.” He gripped her hips, lowering her.
Sarah’s head fell back as the head nudged her inner lips, then spread them wide. She was gasping with desire and an edge of fear. The plug filled her, stretched her, and she knew it would make her vagina smaller, tighter. Would it hurt? He was a bit larger than the dildo, harder, hotter. So hot and thick.
He slipped in only marginally. Sarah shuddered. His cock felt like a brand. A thick, hard, incredibly arousing piece of hot steel sliding past her gripping muscles. She tried to impale herself more fully on it, but his hands gripping her hips held her back.
“Slow, baby,” he growled, his voice thick, so rough it rumbled from his chest. “Slow and easy.”
Inch by excruciating inch he pushed into her. Sarah groaned, her lashes flickering as she fought to keep them open. She was dying; stretching on a wrack of desire so intense, she knew she wouldn’t survive it.
“Sarah.” Brock bucked against her, lodging another inch of the incredibly thick flesh inside her. “God Sarah, you’re so tight. So damned tight.”
He slid the last inches into her, seating himself fully inside her as his head tossed on the cushions and Sarah cried out in desperation. She was stretched fully, burningly aware of every inch of hard flesh buried inside her. The tight ache was making her mad for his cock. She wanted him driving inside her, throwing her into madness as she screamed out her release. Instead, he held her still, one hand at her hips as the other pulled her upper body to his, holding her head against his chest.
The position pushed her buttocks higher and placed her clit in direct contact with his pelvic bone.
“Stay still,” he ordered, his voice harsh as she tried to thrust against him.
She couldn’t. She was mindless with need. She writhed upon the shaft impaling her, her hips twisting desperately.