Page 47 of Satan's Naughty List
I damn near come off the bed. “Fuck yes,” I drag out, eyes rolling toward the back of my head. He chuckles and crooks his finger in a come-hither motion.
“I’m going to cum if you don’t stop,” I warn, my voice an octave or two higher than normal. The bearded hulk simply smirks, adding another finger. He doesn’t touch my sweet spot again. Instead, he focuses more on ensuring his monster cock will fit inside of me.
Grabbing the lube again, he squirts a massive amount and uses his fist to fuck it around himself. The image is surreal, and if I could get wet, I’d be fucking soaked. Since I can, my cock decides to jump for joy and wait for his turn to be touched.
“You ready?” He asks, notching himself at my entrance. Words escape my brain where I can only nod. Usually, he’d demand for me to speak. This time, he lets it slide. Fisting himself at the base, his swollen head pushes inside my tight heat. I fight my eyes to stay open, the sensation on the edge of too-painful as my ass works to adjust to his girth.
His bulbous head finally pops inside, the ring of muscle spasming slightly as he continues to push.
“Fuck, you’re too tight.” He exhales loudly and doesn’t stop moving as he rolls his hips forward until our pelvises are flush together. “Shit, Pax. You’re such a good boy.”
“Fuck me,” I whimper, my fingers tightly gripping the sheets in an effort to stay grounded in this moment. I want nothing more than to let my brain fly away into the highest of highs. But I don’t. I stay right here with him.
“Your wish is my command.” Retracting slowly, he slams forward harshly. Air whooshes out of my lungs with the impact. Again, he moves oh-so-slowly until only the tip is there, then sinks into me with abandon. A wanton cry rips from me, and it’s like the chains have been snapped.
One leg is tossed over his shoulder while the other is spread out straight. Thrusting frantically, he wraps his lube covered hand around my own cock. He uses a corkscrew method to add a bit of friction.
I’m fucking done for.
“Oh fuck!” I shriek. My balls draw up into my body and ropes of warm cum shoot from my cock. “I fucking love you!” Drew doesn’t let up as he continues to pound into my tight ass.
“I fucking love you,” he grunts, his eyes fixated on the never ending orgasm that spills from me.
After what feels like minutes, his movements become jerky and his pace gets uneven as he roars his own release. It’s weird to think that some people can feel others orgasming. The most I feel is his cock getting ram-rod hard before he buries himself all the way to the hilt. Can’t forget when he cums. It’s almost like a wild animal coming unglued.
Several moments pass by before his weight lands right on me. Some people may be uncomfortable with it, but I like it. It’s like a heavy weight blanket that adds another level of comfort.
“Are you going to doubt me again?” He asks while nibbling my ear.
“No sir,” I sass. We both know I sure as fuck will.
“Tomorrow, we’ll ensure that Aspen is on the right track. Then, we’ll bring her here and set our intentions straight.”
“Sounds like a perfect plan,” I whisper. Our lips meet for another heart stopping kiss. His cock had gone soft for a split second, but I can feel him starting to inflate once again.
“Round two?”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Wakingupinanunfamiliar room could send alarm bells ringing in my head. That is, if I didn’t know two hulking men that had me discharged and taken to their bedroom for ‘closer observation’. By that, it meant that they could sleep in the same room as me. Last night, however, I had to sleep in a different room due to some cleaning or something. They had to stay at a hotel last night since there weren’t enough rooms, and they didn’t want me to go out of the club’s safety.
I continue to think about how they never forget about me or my safety. Even if it means sleeping in the same room as them. While I’m not quite comfortable sleeping in the same bed as them, they’re both extremely understanding. When I woke up the first night in there, I was shocked to see another bed on the other side of the room. When I asked, they said that they wanted to make sure I was safe while also respecting my wishes. I’m still not sure whether I want to slap them or kiss them.
Who am I kidding? I definitely want to kiss them both. Maybe even at the same time?
Shaking the dirty thoughts from my head, I’m astonished to feel my core getting tight and clenching with need. After being in captivity most of my teens and adulthood, I forgot what good sex was. All I know is…
My shoulders shudder with the terrifying thought. I refuse to bring that piece back into my life. Doc and I continue to work through it, and I honestly feel like I’m ready for the next step.
Exposure therapy.
This time, though, it’s not going to be jumping into the deep end. Doc and I have been talking about it for about a week now, and we both agreed that I’m ready for the next step with them. While it may not be sex, it’s pretty damn close.
What do people call them? Bases?
I want to go to second or third base with them. If all goes well, I may be willing to do a homerun.
The tingly feeling in my core doesn’t stop as the two men continue to plague my mind. Looking around me, I double check to make sure I’m all by myself before slipping my fingers into my panties. It’s a sensation I’m not familiar with, but as I circle the sensitive bud, my eyes flutter closed.
