But Bryce has other ideas. He swings up onto the bed over me, pulling me to him so I’m no longer hanging off, and plunges straight into my pussy. I scream. It’s so good. Delicious and invasive and deep. He’s not wearing anything and it makes his cock feel larger. Hotter. Perfect. “You’re mine, Katti,” he says. “And I’m yours.”
“I like the sound of that,” I say.
“I’ll say it as many times as you need to hear it,” Bryce says. “But I want to hear it from you now.”
He thrusts in again, and I gasp, fire fizzling through my limbs. “I’m yours,” I say.
“Again.”
“I’m yours.” This time my voice is louder.
Bryce scoops his arms under my body so he can cradle my head with his hands while he takes me. “Keep saying it, baby. By the time you come you’re going to believe it.”
“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours,” I say in time with his thrusts, wrapping my arms around him. The words come out in a ceaseless stream as the pleasure builds, and my voice fades away to nothing but a whisper as he drives home again and again.
“Yes, Katti.”
“I’m yours,” I say. “I’m yours.”
He reaches between us, finding my clit, and the brush of his thumb over it is enough to send me over the edge, screaming the words he gave to me. I can’t breathe, can’t see, can only feel the sharp knife of pleasure. He’s right. I do believe it. I’m his. Completely. Entirely.
He backs up, leans down to kiss my stomach. “Are you ready?”
“You didn’t come.”
“I’m going to put my cum in your ass, baby. You’re going to be mine in every way today.”
I shudder. “Okay.”
He’s gone for a second, and when he comes back, he has a tiny bottle of lube in his hand, and I’m laughing. “Where on earth did you get that?”
“I brought it with me,” he says, smiling wickedly.
“Oh,” I say, pretending indignance. “So you just assumed that when you came over here that I would spread my legs for you and let you fuck my ass?”
He chuckles. “No. But I had a plan to make you mine again, and there was no way that I wasn’t going to be prepared for that.” Spreading the lube on his cock, he reaches down and spreads some on me too. It’s wet and cool, and very real. We’re going to do this.
“I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be,” he says gently. “You’ve done this before.”
I shake my head. “No, not exactly. You know that.”
“You can take the toys, and you’ll take me. Eventually you’ll take all of me.” He leans down and kisses me firmly. “I can’t wait to make you come while I’m balls deep in your ass. Maybe I’ll shove a dildo inside you too so you’re stuffed to the brim.”
Just the idea makes me wet, and I make a sound of need. Bryce takes the opportunity. Pressing the head of his cock against the rose of my ass, I already feel short of breath. His cock is thick, and just him pressing in feels like too much to take. “Push back,” he says. “Breathe.”
I do, and he slips in, the head of his cock inside me with a silent pop. Already he feels impossibly big. Impossibly filling. “Oh, fuck,” I say.
“How do you feel?”
I shake my head, at a loss for words.
“Talk to me baby.”
“Full,” I say.
Bryce kisses me, teasing my lips apart so his tongue can dance with mine. “Are you in pain?”
“No.” I’m not. It feels strange and intimate. But it doesn’t hurt.
He moves, and I feel fuller as he sinks deeper. I can’t not moan—the sound is entirely involuntary. “You’re going to make me come with those sounds, Katti.”
“I can’t help it,” I say.
Bryce just laughs, shifting his hips so I take more. The sensation changes, suddenly lighting me up from the inside. Oh. Oh. I’ve never had anything this big, and the feeling of it is suddenly amazing. Like the beads on steroids. “More,” I say.
“Really?” he raises an eyebrow. “You’ve taken half of me already.”
Slowly, I move my knees so they’re framing his hips, and it’ easier for him to enter. “More.”
He gives it to me. I squeeze down on his cock, and he groans. “Fuck, Katti. I’m going to have to move in a second.”
Shoving my fingers into his hair, I grip it and guide his lips to mine. “Take me,” I say. “I’m yours.”
It breaks his resolve. I can tell that he’s trying to be gentle, rocking his hips. Pulling back and thrusting in in small increments. But I see stars. My pussy is soaking wet, my clit throbbing from the sensation of him in my ass. Letting my hands fall on his hips, I urge him harder. Faster. I need more.
Bryce is breathing hard, every muscle in his body taut as he moves. “You’re so tight,” he grits out. So I squeeze down on him, making it even tighter. “Fuck,” he says, thrusting harder.