Page 104 of Trouble from Abroad
That’s all it takes. My hips surge forward, pushing deeper. She cries out beneath me as I stretch her inch by thick inch. Her slick walls clutch and ripple, her body trying to mold to me.
“Fuck—fuck,” she chokes out, eyes wide and wet. “You’re… so big—oh my—too big. It hurts, but… God, I love it.”
“You love it?” My voice cracks, dropping into something darker. Possessive. And delighted too. “You love the way it hurts, baby? You like being split open on my cock?”
She nods so fast her face becomes a blur, and I fuck her harder with slow, grinding thrusts that make her pussy learn my cock.
“I’m so full,” she whimpers, nails digging into my skin. “I feel everything. Every vein, every ridge—God, Pres, it’s so much.”
“You were made for this. For me. Look at how well you take me. Look at how this tight cunt still tries to suck me deeper.”
Mia’s hips roll up to meet me, desperate and wanton. Her eyes flutter shut, and she gasps, “Pres, I’m close.”
I slow my thrusts. “Wait, baby.” But her hips chase me and I change my mind. “Or don’t.” I pick the pace back up, harder. “Come all over me—but I’m not stopping until this pussy takes every inch of my cock. Then you can come again when I’m buried to the hilt.”
“Y-you aren’t all the way in?” She pushes up on herelbows to check, then collapses back onto the mattress. The smartass PA is trying to process cock math—and losing.
Mia’s eyes sparkle with newfound bravery. “Let me turn around. You wondered how my body would ripple? Let me get on all fours and show it to you.”
Fuck.
Her ass is poised high, pussy gleaming with sweat and spit and need. Suddenly, I’m not so sureI’llbe able to wait much longer.
I wrap my hand around my cock and start to sink back in. The new stretch makes her whimper into the sheets.
“Hand me that wand, Mia.”
Her head is down on the pillow, turned the opposite way, and her hand fumbles along the mattress, all shaky and lost, as if I’ve stripped her of everything but need. She finds it guided by touch alone, and seeing her like this, dazed and desperate, makes my own vision tunnel.
She’s all I see. All I want.
Knowing it feels this good for her? Christ. I’m somewhere between heaven and hell.
Not the heaven they preached to me in Catholic school. Oh no, this one is too dirty, too loud. But Mia is as close to heaven as I’ll ever get. And here I am, bringing her to her knees, turning into a god of her own making.
I flip the toy on and barely brush it over her clit.
She shudders, a full-body tremor, and her cunt clamps down around me so hard I can’t even sink another inch. My plan backfires in the best fucking way—she’s wrung so tight I’m barely hanging on.
Her moans fracture every time I tap the toy to her clit, taunting her.
“Leave it there,” she chokes out.
“Oh no, baby. You got it all wrong.”
I push it harder against her clit, hold it there longer just to teach her a lesson.
Her moans crack into gasps. Then into a desperate, incoherent mumble. She’s speaking in tongues, convulsing around me while I sink deeper and deeper.
Then I do the worst thing possible—to her, and therefore, to me.
I shut the toy off.
Mia’s head snaps up so fast, I might’ve heard her neck crack. It’s a miracle she doesn’t sprain something.
My chest heaves, and I lean over her, every breath a fight. “This isn’t to make you come, baby. Not yet. This is to help you take all of me.” I push in deeper, turn it on again, and she clamps down so hard I see stars. “Just over two inches left.”
“Stop,” she says, and my heart fucking seizes. I freeze, toss the toy away. Everything in me is pulled tight, bracing for the worst. Shit. I’m too deep, I was too rough. I never should’ve put her on all fours.
