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Elena

“Fuck…” I hear Julian grunt behind me. “I didn’t expect you to come from me fucking your ass. Guess I’ll have to change my tactic then.”

For what seems like an eternity, he fucks me with his fingers, making me come two more times. My pussy is barely done convulsing, and he’s entering me with his cock while continuing to keep his fingers in my ass.

I’m riding a wave of blissful pleasure, my entire body sags forward, and sweat beads my brow. Twisting, I peer over my shoulder at Julian. The look in his eyes is feral, and I know he’s not going to let up. He wants answers, answers I have, and he’s willing to fuck me into submission to get them.

“Lean back and bounce on my cock,” he orders. I move slowly, my body a puddle of mush. Not moving fast enough, I earn a slap to the ass, which causes his fingers that are in my ass to slip inside a little deeper.

A cross between a moan and whimper passes my lips, and I push back against him and start to ride his dick slowly, my ass slapping against his groin.

“Perfect, absolute perfection. I could fucking come in your tight little hole right now.”

“Yes!” I moan.

My folds are sensitive, and my entire body is one big ball of pleasure.

I’m not sure I could take another orgasm, but it looks like I don’t have a choice. Every muscle on my body clamps up, and when I feel Julian add another finger to the two already inside my ass, I fall apart, a scream passing my lips.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

I’m drunk on pleasure and high on Julian’s touch. He fucks me with his fingers in my ass for a little while longer and then replaces his fingers with the mushroom head of his cock.

“You won’t fit.” I struggle to get the words out as pleasure and pain mingle together.

“I’ll fit angel, you were made for me. Your ass will take my cock.”

That’s the only response I get before he starts to enter me slowly, pushing through the ring of muscles and into my ass. For a brief moment, the pressure is too much, and I whimper, struggling against his grasp.

Placing a hand at the back of my neck, he holds me in place and starts to move, replacing the dull ache with red hot pleasure. All I can feel is him. His scent surrounds me, his body molds to mine. We’re one and the same in this moment.

His pace speeds up, and the sound of his balls slapping against my skin fills the room. He grunts, fucking me slowly, even though I know he wants to rut into me over and over again. Bringing two fingers to my clit, he circles the overly sensitive flesh, and I start to shake once more.

“Oh, god…”

“Tell me where he is, tell me, baby, tell me, so I can fill your ass with my fucking cum…” Pleasure becomes pain as he pinches the tiny nub.

“Julian,” I whimper, thrashing against the sheets, making his cock go deeper and rub against something incredible in my ass. “I… I can’t take it anymore… I can’t come again.” My body is aching, my core clenching around nothing.

“You can, and you will. You’ll keep coming until you tell me; Until you can’t walk, or until I’ve decided you’ve been punished enough. Now take my cock in your ass.” He thrusts harder, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

With his cock in my ass, and his fingers on my clit, I’m overwhelmed. The feeling is so intense that I don’t know how long I can take it.

Then he grabs a fistful of hair and tugs my head backward.

Like an addict, I crave his touch, and when he pinches my clit again, the pain and pleasure collide so profoundly. I come one last time. It’s quick and powerful like a punch, but then it leaves my clit so sensitive that it almost hurts.

No, not almost… it hurts. It’s too much. I try to pull away, try to close my thighs, but Julian’s fingers are relentless. My whole body jerks as if I’m getting zapped, but Julian just holds me down more, his hand on the back of my neck, pressing me down into the mattress.

I feel like I’m about to implode, and that’s when I know he’s won.

“The beach house… he’ll be at the beach house,” I cry out.

His fingers leave my clit, and relief washes over me a moment before the guilt hits me.

He crests a moment later, filling my ass with his sticky semen and collapsing on top of me.

Kissing my shoulder, he whispers, “Good girl.”

“We used to go there when I was a kid,” I admit shamefully. “Please, don’t kill him.”

“I have to.”

“Please, don’t, I can’t be with the man who kills the only family I have left.”

“And I can’t let the man live who killed mine.”