Page 131 of Dance of Devils

“I—”

My words die on my lips as Kir thrusts his fat cockdeepinside me with one brutal thrust.

Holy. Fucking.God.

It hurts for a second, becausefuck, he’s big. It feels like he’s tearing me in two as he thrusts in. But when he slowly starts to pull back out, the sensation turns on its head. The wince on my face melts away, my jaw going slack as a sensation I’ve never, ever felt melts through my core.

And it’sso fucking good.

Kir’s hips roll as he pushes back into me. This time, all I can do is moan: the sheer size of him even more of a turn on. The feeling of him utterly taking me, claiming me,dominating memelts me, turning my whole body into a throbbing, trembling mess. He keeps pushing in, and I whimper when I realize what I felt before wasnothim burying every inch inside me, though it felt like it.

Pretty sure that was justhalf.

I groan, my insides coiling as he feeds his cock into my dripping pussy. Holyfuck, it just keeps going, more and more of him pushing into me, like I’m getting fucked by ahorse.

My arms and legs tighten, straining against the binds. Pleasure melts through me, my breath turning choked and ragged as Kir sinks every thick inch of his massive, gorgeous cock into me, until I can feel his chiseled abs against my ass.

My whole body is shaking. I’ve never felt this full before. Fuck, I’ve never even reallyenjoyed sexbefore, and this is so far beyond “enjoyable” that I don't have words for it.

“Transcendent”, maybe? “Earth-shattering”? Maybe the far less poetic “holy fucking fuck”.

I’m still shaking, feeling my walls clench and ripple around his cock as I suck in a rasping breath.

“Breathefor me, babygirl,” he murmurs darkly, his hands sliding over my ass, his fingers stroking my skin lightly. “I’ve got you. You’re doing so well, babygirl. You’re taking that big fucking cock like a such a good girl.”

God. The mix of pure dominance and sweet praise has me teetering on a knife’s edge, hanging by a thread as pleasure throbs through me.

I whimper when he grabs my hips tightly, slowly easing his huge cock out of me until just the head is inside, stretching me open.

“You look so beautiful with my cock stretching your pretty pussy, babygirl.” I shiver as his feathery touch teases over my skin before his big hands slowly tighten around my waist. “Like your cunt was fuckingmadefor me.”

He thrusts in, harder this time, ramming his cock deep, shoving the air from my lungs and ripping a moan from my throat.

His hands tighten on me, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he saws his cock back out and then slides in again. His abs crash against my ass as he starts to pick up speed, fucking me with deep, hard, powerful strokes that push my face across the duvet as I moan and whimper, drooling with pure, unbridled pleasure.

Kir growls, reaching up and grabbing my ponytail He wraps it around his fist, pulling tight and making me squeal as fucks me. His sheer dominance sends me reeling, my fingers and toes spreading and curling, my body spasming and shaking as he pounds into me.

“You’re doing so well, babygirl,” he groans, thrusting hard into me and making me squeal in pleasure. “Taking my big dick like a good little fuck toy. Likemylittle fuck toy.”

Holy. Fucking. Fuck.

I’ve been talked to in demeaning ways before, but somehow, this is something else entirely. It makes methroband ache for more. And I realize it’s for the same reason that I’m not freaking out at being bound and utterly helpless. Because I know, even though I’m all tied up and getting fucked like a rag doll…

I’min charge.

I can end this whenever I want with my safe word.

Which is exactly why I don’t use it.

That safe word—arabesque—lingers in my head like a powerful talisman. It’s right there. I can pluck it down from the shelf and use it anytime, and this all stops. But I don’t want it to. For thefirst time in my life, I’m not counting the seconds until sex is over.

I’m hoping it never ends.

I cry out, sobbing and moaning into the sheets as Kir growls behind me and picks up the pace. His gorgeous, thick cock rams into me over and over, his heavy balls slapping my clit, his hands alternating between spanking me and running all over my body.

He’s everywhere at once, rolling and rubbing my clit, stroking my ass, teasing a thumb against my back hole in a way that sends a ripple of filthy, aching desire running up my spine. He’s palming my breasts, his fingers teasing and pinching my nipples as I scream into the sheets for moremoremore MORE.

“I can feel this sweet little cunt clenching and rippling around my cock, babygirl,” he rasps. “You’re trying to keep that orgasm from me. You’re trying to fight it. Don't. Just give me what’smine.”