Page 120 of Isolation

“Milo,” I blow out a breath in an attempt to relax my muscles.

I clench when his index finger starts to push in. It’s a little painful, but his wet finger is moving slowly.

He doesn’t go all the way in, teasing me with the tip, working his way in.

He has never done this to me before. I have never done this before, but if there is one person I would do this with, it would be him.

My heart is hammering away in anticipation.His finger moves a little deeper, and I clamp up on reflex.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispers roughly, feeling my resistance.

“No,” I pant. “Keep going.”

Milo flattens his hand more on my back, further bending me down to give himself more access.

He slides his other hand down to my sex. His fingers work my core, distracting me from the pain.

His dick grinds into me at the same time. Suddenly, all of the pain is replaced with an unsurpassable sensation of double penetration.

Having distracted me enough, Milo pushes his finger further inside my ring.

I let out a yelp, but the body on top of mine easily holds me down in place when I try to scoot away.

Blowing another breath out with my mouth, I relax into his hold till Milo’s finger is all the way inside me.

“Fuck,” I bite my bottom lip, my grip tightening on the fabric of the chair. I am shaking like a leaf, and my legs are weak.

“You like this, baby?”

“Yes,” I breathe. I spread my legs wider to open up more for him, with my ass pushing back.

“You are so tight,” he grits out. “I love that you are squeezing my finger and my dick at the same time.”

The finger in my ass starts to move while the fingers on my sex press down.

I am about to fucking blackout. I don’t even know which sensation to focus on. The plethora of dirty words just add to the factors that are driving me crazy.

I am going to lose my mind if he doesn’t end this soon. “Milo, I can’t take it anymore,” I cry out, pleading for a release.

That jerk lets out a chuckle as if enjoying my struggle but decides to put me out of misery.

He suddenly attacks me manically. His fingers on my clit speed up immeasurably. His dick starts to let loose, thrusting into me as the finger in my ass does the same.

The balance between pain and pleasure rips through me and pushes me over the edge.

My vision burns bright white, and I come hard around his cock. The scream is stuck in my throat, making it even harder to breathe. All of my veins protrude when I hear Milo let go as well.

“Fuck,” he roars, shoving deeper into me. “I love you. I love you so fucking much,” Milo yells out the words that I have declined to hear all night long.

This is what he wanted. He wanted to distract me, and force me to listen to those words while we both finish.

Milo frantically thrusts and elongates my climax. I am about to pass out, but he is still fucking the life out of me, spilling every last bit of himself inside me.

Milo collapses on my back, taking me down with his weight. We hang off the back of the chair, his arms holding me against him.

Once our breathing evens out, he finally pulls out and lifts me up, dropping me on the couch that’s adjacent to the chair.

He grabs a quilt that’s lying dormant and climbs on to the couch with me, covering us both with the quilt. I bury my face against his neck, having taken a hit of the same drug that he craves.