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Oh god.

Oh god.

I felt him reach past me and pull open a drawer on the bedside table. Then I watched as he produced a condom. He ripped it open, and sheathed himself with the rubber. Reaching into the drawer a second time, he found what he wanted: a bottle of lube and a thick pink vibrator. He tossed both onto the bed.

“Kyrie?”

“Yes, Roth?”

“Tell me what you want.”

I swallowed hard. “You.”

“Me, how?”

“Your cock.”

I felt his hand smoothing over my ass, caressing the globes, and then his finger was pressing against me, back there, pressing. I gasped as he slid a finger into me. I didn’t fight it, but relaxed and let it in. I swallowed a moan as he withdrew his finger and added a second. And then a third.

He’d been working me up to this for months now. Teasing me with it. Telling me how good it would feel, how hard I would come. But, so far, all he’d done was use his fingers, stretching me, getting me used to the feeling. Using the vibrator a few times.

I wanted it.

God, did I want it. So bad.

He applied some lubricant and put his fingers into me back there, then filled my pussy with his cock, and we moved together—the world stopped when I came, hard and fast, immediate, powerful, a breaking wave of orgasmic bliss.

He teased me with the tip of his cock, smearing the broad head of it against my clit, and then pushed it into my pussy again, stretching me, and I couldn’t help but moan, loudly.

“Shush, baby. Keep quiet.”

“Can’t…help it.”

“You didn’t answer me, Kyrie.” He plunged deep into me, seating himself into me to the hilt, filling me until I gasped at the fullness. His fingers were knuckle deep into me too, so deep. “Where do you want my cock?”

I lifted my ass, writhing against his fingers. “Here.”

“Say it, babe.”

“In my ass.”

“Tell me what you want, love. Let me hear it.”

“Fuck me in the ass,” I whispered.

He groaned, this time, driving deep in my pussy and I came, hard and quiet, going tense, mouth open and trembling.

In the moment of my orgasm, he pulled out of my slit and withdrew his fingers from my ass. Then he squirted more lube onto himself and onto me, and then fit the tip of his cock to the opening of my asshole, pushing gently, gradually piercing me in fractional increments. “Like this, love? Is this what you want?”

“More.” It was all I could say.

A nudge, and the round head of him was inside me, stretching me, a fiery burn. An ache. But I was coming, and that trumped the sting of pain. Roth put his fingers to my clit and circled, and I groaned as the orgasm fluttered and extended, and then his other palm cracked hard against my ass, and I cried out, the sting startling me. Another. And another. Hard enough that I cried out into the mattress, but then…then I realized he was in me deeper than ever. So deep.

“How does it feel, Kyrie?”

“Jesus, Roth. It feels good. Too good.”

“Does it hurt?”