Page 62 of Forbidden Fruit
He pulls out suddenly, and I gasp for air, my chest heaving as I look up at him, dazed and desperate. The look on his face is devastating, dark, and possessive, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that makes my heart skip a beat. “You did so well, Peach,” he praises, voice like velvet wrapping around me. “Do you want to use your safe word, or…?”
I shake my head frantically. “I’m fine. I want more.” His lips curl into a satisfied smile, his eyes never leaving mine as he moves behind me.
Suddenly, his fingers are inside me, and I cry out as he thrusts one, then two, then three fingers deep. “Ohhh, Sirrr!” I sob, my body arching into his touch. I know he’s trying to stretch me, to prepare me for his size, but even this feels like too much, like I’m going to break.
“What’s your color?” he asks as he pours lube between my cheeks, the cool liquid making me shiver. His fingers pump in and out, relentless, making it impossible to think, let alone to answer. Then, just as suddenly, he pulls them out, leaving me feeling empty and aching.
“Sir, please…” I whimper, desperate for more, for anything.
“Your color, Blair, what is your color?” His voice is sharp and demanding, and I force myself to focus.
“Oh… I… green, Sir, green!” I sob, and he’s back, his fingers plunging into me again, stretching me open with four this time. “Ahhh!” The burn is intense and overwhelming, but I don’t care. I’m lost in the sensation, in the way he’s playing my body like an instrument, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Please,” I beg, tears and saliva running down my face as he fingers me within an inch of my life. “Sirrr, I’m going to—oh, fuck!”
“Come on, finish for me.” It’s like his words are a command my body can’t resist. I shatter around him, my body convulsing as my orgasm crashes over me, but he doesn’t give me a moment to recover. Before the waves have even subsided, he’s lining himself up and pushing inside me, stretching me impossibly wide as another orgasm tears through me, leaving me trembling and weak.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groans. His hands are gripping my hips so tightly I’m sure I’ll have bruises tomorrow, but I don’t care. All I can think about is the way he’s filling me, the way he’s making me feel like I’m being consumed by fire.
“Sir, I… I can’t… It’s too much,” I whimper, feeling the edges of a third orgasm already building, and I’m terrified. I don’t know if I can survive another one. “Please, it’s too much.”
“You can take it,” he says, dark and soothing as if he’s comforting a frightened animal. “Take what I’m giving you, baby. You got it?” He spanks my ass hard when I don’t answer immediately, the sharp sting making me cry out. “I know you fucking heard me,” he growls, and I nod frantically.
“Yes, I got it. I got it!” I’m sobbing, my body shaking as he starts to fuck me in earnest, his thrusts hard and fast, each one pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
I should have run when I had the chance, but now that he’s ruined me, nothing and no one will ever compare.
“Why can’t I get enough of you? Hmm?” His thrusts turn punishing as he grips my hips tighter, pulling me back to meet each powerful thrust. “What have you done to me, Blair?”
“I don’t know!” I wail, my mind a chaotic mess of need and pleasure and pain. “Please, I don’t know!” I don’t even know what I’m begging for anymore, but I want it. Whatever it is, I want it so badly it hurts.
“You want this nut?” His voice is a low, brutal taunt, like he already knows the answer but needs to hear me say it. I nod frantically, tears streaking my face, mouth open and gasping for air.
“You want me to fill this tight little pussy with my nut? Paint your walls with it? Stuff you so full it leaks down your thighs for hours?”
“Oh God, yes!” The words rip out of me, shameless and wild. “Please, Sir, please, I want it so bad.”
“Then give me one more, baby,” he growls. “Soak this dick. Come all over me, and I’ll fill you until you can’t hold any more. I’ll ruin you so good you’ll feel me every time you fucking move.”
“I can’t!” I sob, my body quaking, everything stretched too tight. I’m already wrecked, completely undone, but he’s still pushing me.
“Yes thefuckyou can,” he snarls, one hand slipping between my thighs and rubbing hard, relentless circles on my clit.
“I can’t, Sir, I… oh my God!” I scream as the orgasm rips through me, violent and blinding, my body locking around him like a vice. I shatter, raw and gasping, crying out as pleasure detonates inside me.
“Fuck… fuck, Blair…” he slams his hips forward one last time before he lets go, filling me with thick, hot pulses that don’t seem to end. His cock jerks deep inside me, and I feel every drop.
So much.
Too much.
It spills out as he’s still buried in me, our bodies locked, trembling, soaked in sweat and sin.
And I never want to come back from this.
I’m barely conscious, barely aware as he pulls out of me, my body limp and trembling as he releases the cuffs and gathers me into his arms. I feel the bed beneath me, soft and warm, and then the warm touch of a washcloth between my legs as he cleans me gently.
I shiver, and he’s there, wrapping himself around me, his warmth chasing away the cold. “Shh, I got you, baby,” he says soothingly as he holds me close. “My perfect girl, I got you.”
