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NINETEEN

HOW MANY ORGASMS IS TOO MANY ORGASMS?

Natalie

“Thank you,” I screamed as my ninth orgasm crested.

My entire body was covered in sweat, and my muscles were exhausted. I felt like I was hovering outside of my body with four more orgasms left in Theo’s sick game.

Theo had fucked me through the second, third, and fourth orgasms at the edge of the bed. For the fifth and sixth, he’d put me on my side and fucked me from behind.

Then I’d ridden him through the seventh, eighth, and ninth with the wand tucked between my clit and his pubic bone. My entire body went limp, and I fell on top of him. The vibrator was awkwardly positioned between us, and it fell away from my clit. I was thankful for the momentary reprieve because I knew it would only last a second.

He’d lasted nine of my orgasms before finally coming himself, emptying inside of me with a manly groan. I didn’t know how he was able to resist for so long, but it was also the last thing I was worried about.

My head lolled against his shoulder, and his cock slipped free. Both of us were breathing hard, and I could have easily fallen asleep right then and there.

Theo’s fingers dragged through my tangled mess of hair and rolled over me until my back hit the bed. I peeled my eyes open long enough to see him grab the vibrator—which by some miracle was still working—and gaze down at me.

I knew he was likely to dole out some form of punishment when he got home after receiving my voice note, but I wasn’t expecting Mr. Pleasure Dom to make an appearance.

I both simultaneously loved and hated what he was doing to me, especially seeing him derive so much pleasure from my own. But I didn’t know if I could keep going. I knew if I told him to stop, if I used my safe word, all of it would cease in an instant. The knowledge that the option was there was enough for me to keep going, though.

One of his large palms pressed against the inside of my thigh, and he dragged the vibrator higher up the other leg.

“You’re taking your punishment so well,” he murmured against my skin, kissing up my neck and along my jawline before pressing his lips to mine. “I’m so proud of you. Only four more.”

He continued the same pattern, massaging the inside of one thigh while running the vibrator up and down the other. I cupped his face with my hands and directed the kiss, tilting my head to the side and pushing my tongue past his lips like I could taste the depravity lingering within him.

The rough stubble along his chin scraped against my palms, and I’d never felt so unbound yet fully connected to another person.

As our kiss continued to ramp up, Theo’s hand slipped down my thigh and through my slit. He circled a finger at my entrance and slowly pushed inside of me, using a mixture of my arousal and his own release as lubricant. The sound it made was obscene. The vibrator quickly joined the onslaught, and my moment of reprieve vanished.

I didn’t think it was possible, but my tenth orgasm was easily the quickest.

The pulsing vibrations on my clit and the targeted, easy movement of Theo’s finger inside of me too much. As was each sweep of his eager, firm tongue through my mouth.

Pressed against my leg, his cock was rapidly hardening once again, and I moaned a muffled “thank you” into his mouth as I fell apart. At least that was what I thought I’d said, but I couldn’t be sure. My thoughts were no longer coherent, and my voice was hoarse.

“You still with me, baby?” Theo asked as he tilted back and peered down at my sated and sensitive form.

I nodded and wetted my dry lips, tasting the remnants of him. His smile was beautiful, and so was the devious intent in his eyes.

He kissed his way over my jaw, down my throat, and paused over my chest before he took one delightfully sensitive nipple between his teeth. He sucked and licked a heady pattern until he moved to the other side and repeated the process.

My mind barely aware of my surroundings, I could barely comprehend what was happening when Theo flipped me and dragged my hips up as he positioned himself behind me. My face was pressed into the sheets, and my fingers gripped the blankets beneath me.

A soft hand with a careful touch caressed the skin of my ass. He mimicked the touch on the other side, and I melted further into the bed. It was such a stark contradiction to our earlier rough and savage fucking that I felt emotion sitting heavy in my chest.

He was so good at doing both—flipping between soft and sweet, nearly reverent, to ravenous and untamed. It was a dangerous combination that made me lightheaded.

He’d said before that that was his favorite type of sex.

“My favorite kind of sex is the kind that combines dirty and deep, savage and sweet.”

There was still that incessant, faint buzzing in the distance, but the first sensation wasn’t the toy as I expected, it was the blunt head of his cock pressing against my cunt.

I’d been so thoroughly fucked and used, yet my body still welcomed him. He pressed inside of me slowly, dragging his thick head against every one of my inner walls until his hips were flush with my ass.

My moan was barely stifled by the sheets, and Theo’s hand around my hip tightened at the sound.

“That’s it, moan like the fucking whore I know you are. So thoroughly used, yet you still can’t get enough,” he murmured.

He drew back only an inch or two before he methodically pushed back in. Setting a tortuous tempo, I was useless to do anything but take what he wanted to give me. And with the thick fog surrounding me, his deep strokes were the only thing keeping me grounded.

So consumed by the way he filled me and the warmth of his body behind me, I jumped when the vibrator grazed my clit.

“ Fuck, Theo, please ,” I begged. For what, I didn’t know, but Theo redoubled his efforts and slammed into me harder until it was only his vice-like grip on my hip that kept me in place.

“Say my name again, Natalie. Tell me who the only person is who can make you feel this way.” His voice was low, and it sounded like he was having to force every word out through clenched teeth and between grunts and groans. Like he was enjoying it just as much as I was.

“ Theo !” I nearly screamed. “It feels so good. Fuck , your cock feels…so good. You feel so good.”

“Yes, there you go. Now, reach down and hold the vibrator for me.”

“I—I can’t. I?—”

“Yes, you can. I know you can, sweet girl. Grab the vibrator so I can make my pretty little slut feel even better.”

I groaned and reached my hand down between myself and the bed until I grabbed the vibrator. My first thought was to throw the thing at the wall and hopefully kill it in the process.

But like he was reading my thoughts, Theo warned, “Move it an inch away from your clit and I add another orgasm.”

My whine morphed suddenly into a gasp. Theo’s thumb brushed against my ass, circling the puckered hole with a soft touch and a low groan. The vibrator was suddenly heavy in my hand, and there were so many sensations—sensations that felt too damn good—that I couldn’t focus on just one.

“Don’t drop that toy. I know you can follow that simple instruction, right, Natalie?”

“Yes, it just feels so…”

“I know it feels good,” Theo crooned, petting my asshole and pumping into me. “This little hole is just begging for my fingers.”

A second later, I heard him spit and felt the wetness glide down my crack. I shuddered at the depravity and only tensed a little when his thumb collected the spit and breached the tight outer ring of muscle.

“ Fuck , there you go. Relax for me.”

Theo’s strokes slowed while he worked his thumb into my ass. It was a new feeling, one I wasn’t certain I would enjoy but quickly learned I really, really loved.

With his other hand wrapped around my waist, Theo fingered me until my body fully relaxed and let him in. That was when pleasure rocketed through me, and each overwhelming sensation was nearly too much to bear.

Unintelligible words and sounds of pleasure spilled from my lips as I held onto the vibrator with one hand and mercilessly gripped the sheets with the other. The room was a cacophony of sounds: the bed colliding with the wall, our skin slapping, and echoing moans of pleasure. A light sheen of sweat covered my entire body, and I thought it was dripping down my face until I realized those were tears.

I was crying.

It was all too much. It was too good and too much, and I couldn’t hold back the onslaught of emotion that whipped through me. Like I was stripped down and exposed and completely out of control.

With nothing left to do, I gave myself over to the feeling and came. My cunt squeezed Theo’s cock harder than ever before, and my ass clenched around his finger. His thrusts didn’t stutter as he fucked me through the orgasm of my life. My legs shook as my body convulsed.

Drowning in ecstasy, I closed my eyes and gasped, “Thank you.”

Only my orgasm didn’t stop. The eleventh immediately turned into number twelve, and I screamed into the sheets. It was sharp, verging on the edge of pain, the pleasure only an undercurrent.

Before I knew it, Theo flipped me onto my back and slammed back into me, the aftershocks of two orgasms still thrumming through me. I opened my eyes only to see his blurry form above me. I blinked a few times, gasping for air I couldn’t find, and was taken aback by the intensity in his eyes.

“Look at those tears,” he said, his voice finally cutting through the fog around me. “You look so pretty when you cry.”

Theo’s curly hair fell forward as he leaned down and licked at the salty tears that had fallen free. He kissed each of them away until my cheeks were dry, and he pressed his lips to mine. His thrusts resumed as our tongues tangled, and I whimpered into his mouth.

“Have you found your breaking point?” he murmured. His nose skimmed across my jaw and down my neck as he waited for me to respond.

When I didn’t immediately say anything, he reared back, his cock stilling inside of me and his hand cupping my face. His thumb brushed my cheek, and his eyes softened.

“Natalie, tell me,” he demanded quietly, and with those few words, I relaxed.

“One more,” I said without hesitation, and he smiled down at me. He licked his lips and kissed me again, reaching for what I knew was the vibrator as I grasped his face and tangled my fingers in his hair.

I released a harsh breath from my tired lungs as he pressed the vibrating head to my clit. He eagerly consumed every uncontrollable sound I released. My overstimulated body was simultaneously arching toward and retracting back from the pleasure.

More tears slid down my cheeks and collected in my hair that was fanned around me.

The warmth and strength of Theo’s body covered mine as he dropped to one of his elbows and gripped the nape of my neck in his fist. With the toy still poised on my clit that was screaming for relief, the position allowed him to fuck me deeper. Each thrust was greedy and rough yet specifically designed for my pleasure.

My hands roamed his body, able to really touch him for the first time in a while. I drug my nails down his chest and then his back, loving the way his muscles tensed with each brush of my fingers.

“You’re so perfect. My perfect slut crying for my cock. I need one more. Give me one more,” he said, his voice strained and raw. Seeing him so undone by me renewed my energy, and I palmed his ass, urging him deeper and lifting my hips to meet his thrusts.

“You want me to come?”

“Yes,” he growled.

“Fuck, Theo,” I moaned, eager to see him even closer to the edge. “You feel so good. I’m so close. Keep going just like that.”

I drug my nails down his chest and stole the vibrator from his grip. He willingly gave it over and wrapped his now free hand around my throat.

I smiled with the pressure and the lightheadedness that fell over me. The desire in his eyes shifted at my reaction, turning crazed and uninhibited.

“Please come with me. Please, please ,” I begged and shook with the release that was clawing and tearing at my insides.

A low growl ripped from Theo’s throat. “That’s.” Thrust. “My.” Thrust . “Good.” Thrust. “Little.” Thrust. “Slut.”

The last word was punctuated with a deep moan, and I felt his hot cum coat my inner walls, shooting deep into me as my cunt tightened around him in a vise grip. It felt like hours of falling as we both let our orgasms overwhelm us.

I’d fractured into millions of glowing little pieces.

I immediately turned off the vibrator and tossed it across the bed, likely done with it forever. Theo chuckled and caught himself before his arm gave out, and he dropped all his weight on me. Slowly he lowered himself on top of me and buried his face between my neck and chin.

“Thank you,” I muttered, and he wrapped his arms around me until there wasn’t a part of us that wasn’t connected or touching.

He kissed my neck, his lips lingering for several seconds before he blew out a breath and said, “No, thank you.”