I wait for him to stick it in my ass, but he doesn’t. First, he rubs his swollen head against my pussy, teasing me until my stomach is twisted up with desire. I gasp in surprise when, instead of putting it in my ass, he shoves his cock into my pussy again.
It welcomes him back, caressing his length as he slides in and out of me. He’s not as brutal as he was earlier, like he’s just testing the waters, but then he pushes me into the high, ass-up position that drives me wild and makes me squeal when he pushes into me again.
Now that he’s found my sweet spot, he puts more force behind his thrusts, pounding me until I come, my legs shaking as I sink down against the bed.
I didn’t expect that at all, but boy am I relaxed. I’m still on my haunches with my butt up, but I’ve drooped in the aftermath of my climax.
Brant rubs his hand over my ass, then smacks it to get my attention back. “Up.”
I push my ass up and keep my legs spread. Brant didn’t come inside me that time, just fucked me until I came, so he’s hard and slick with my juices when he brings the head of his cock to the small, tight hole between my butt cheeks. Since he made me come first, I’m relaxed instead of tense, eager to please instead of anxious about the possibility of pain.
“This might hurt,” he tells me. “Try not to tense up.”
Yep, this part sucks. I know that, so I brace for it, breathing to keep myself relaxed as he slowly forces the head of his cock into the too-small hole. I tense, unable to help it, but I don’t want it to hurt more so I try to quickly relax my muscles.
He’s going in slowly, carefully, trying not to hurt me, but the act itself is an invasion and my body reacts accordingly, resisting him and sending jolts of discomfort through me as he pushes forward another half-inch.
“You okay?”
“Mm-hmm,” I murmur, closing my eyes and trying not to strangle the pillow. If I strangle the pillow, I’m tense.
“Fuck, I thought your pussy was tight, but this is… fuck.”
“Yean, no kidding,” I remark dryly. “I’m the one on the receiving end—I can feel how tight it is.”
“Probably better for me than you,” he acknowledges good-naturedly.
“Pretty sure that’s the nature of this kind of sex, yes.”
He pushes another inch or so of his thick cock into my resistant passage and I lose my good humor, squeezing the pillow and resisting the urge to make him stop. “Can you stop for a second?”
Brant nods, attentive to my wants. “You want me to pull out?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “Then you’ll have to start over again.” I don’t know if this will make him feel better or worse, but I look back and tell him, “You’re a lot bigger than Theo, so this part is hurting more than it did with him.”
His eyes widen a little, like he’s surprised I’d say something like that. I am also surprised, but then I see the sparkle of pleasure in his eyes, and I’m glad I took the chance. “Worthless little bastard in more ways than one then, huh?” he murmurs, barely attempting to contain his satisfaction.
Now that I’ve stroked his ego, maybe he’ll be a little less grumpy about everything. I resist the urge to smile, not wanting him to think I’m just buttering him up.
In reality, while Brant is bigger, they’re comparable in size. Theo didn’t seem small to me, but if it pleases Brant to think it, we can pretend he has a micro-dick. Bastard tried to have me killed—he can fuck right off.
Brant gives me a minute to adjust, then decides I’ve had enough time, grabbing my hips and pushing forward again. It hurts, but I know it won’t hurt forever, so I just try to remind myself I’ll like it eventually and keep hugging my pillow.
It’s a little like torture, but he finally gets about three-quarters of the way in. Then, without warning, he shoves the rest in all at once.
I cry out at the shock of intense pain, but once he’s in, he tries not to move until he makes sure I’m okay.
“Are you all right?” he asks, his voice strained.
I nod my head even as chills travel down my spine. “Yeah.”
“Can I move?”
“Yeah, go ahead. Just… slow at first, please.”
It feels so strange as he pulls back then slowly eases forward again. There’s an unrelenting pressure that I know will ease up a bit but won’t go away the entire time he fucks me like this.
Anal feels nothing like vaginal intercourse to me. My vagina adjusts more readily to being penetrated, but this always feels like a brutal invasion, violent and forceful, an intense act of utter possession by men who never actually possess me.