Epilogue 2 #2
He sinks two fingers into my pussy and plays with my clit with his other hand. That, along with the feel of his heavy body pinning mine, makes me come quickly.
“You needed to come so badly, didn’t you?” He bites my neck, and I cry out as the pain and the sheer domination of the act—like he’s a wild animal subduing his mate—kicks my orgasm up as I shake and moan through it.
“My filthy siren. You're doing so well.” His tongue laps at my neck, soothing the bite, and he pulls his hands away from my still quivering pussy.
He helps me to stand, then guides me over to the saddle. While I had been bent over the bench as he got everything he needed, he had also gotten the saddle ready. It sits in the middle of the room, with a dildo attached to it.
He takes out a bottle of lube from his jacket pocket and squirts it on the silicone attachment—an attachment that looks familiar.
Heat rushes over me at my realization. “Did you get a dildo made that’s a replica of your cock?”
He kneels at the saddle, his hand gripping the sex toy as he grins up at me. He works the lube over it and, god…damn, that might be the most erotic thing I’ve witnessed.
“I did. The ass plug is in the shape of my fingers, too.” He holds up his free hand, his pointer and middle finger crossing over slightly. “You’ll be filled with me—your ass, your cunt, and your mouth.”
This man and his filthy thoughts and mouth…he’s going to be the death of me. But damn, I’m here for it.
He crooks his glistening fingers at me. “Come and sit on the saddle, siren.”
I eagerly go and step over it. He helps me lower down with my hands restrained behind my back and positions the dildo for me to sink down on it.
Pleasure and bliss ripple through me as I do.
“Rest your knees on the floor. That’s it. Lower completely so my replica cock is buried in you, and you have pressure on the anal plug.”
“Oh god.” I shake at the sensation of having something in both parts of me—something that is Hayes, even if it’s only a replica of his body and not the real thing.
“Fuck,” he groans. “That’s it, take it all, siren.”
“Hayes,” I cry out once I’m fully seated with my pussy and ass full. “Please.”
I’m not sure what I’m begging for, I only know I need more. I need him.
“Such a good fucking girl.” He rises to stand, his hand going to his belt as he stares down at me. “Such a good fucking filthy girl.”
“STFUATTDLAGG.” I stick out my tongue, and with a wolfish, dark grin, he pulls his thick, beautiful cock out from his pants while remaining fully dressed.
“‘Shut the fuck up and take that dick like a good girl,’ indeed.” Then he drives in to the hilt, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.
He doesn’t relent, though, looking like the sounds of my gagging and the feel of my throat clenching around his length is his brand of nirvana. I don’t try to pull away; I just breathe through it as my own nirvana experience wraps around me.
“I’ve dreamed of doing this to you for years,” he growls and drives back in after letting me take a deep breath. “All the filthy fantasies I had of you, thinking something was wrong with me.”
I pull back this time, and his cock pops out. “Never put me on that pedestal of innocence and purity again.”
He stares down at me with dark adoration and rubs the saliva that’s dripping down my chin into my skin. “Never. You’re forever mine.”
He flicks a switch on something he holds in his hand, and my eyes roll back as the saddle and his replica cock start to vibrate and move.
“Hayes,” I groan, my hips undulating of their own free will.
“That’s it. Ride it, siren. I’m going to make you cum until you’re screaming and crying for me to stop.”
He drags his cock that’s dripping pre-cum over my lips. “I’m going to use your mouth, then I’m going to coat your skin in my cum.” He cups my chin, positioning my head as he gazes down at me. “Then I’m going to fuck you bare and bury my cum deep inside that tender and swollen pussy.”
He kicks up the intensity of the vibrations, and I cry out. “Yes. Hayes. Please.”
In answer, he pushes the broad head of his cock into my mouth and starts to do as he promised. I suck and slurp as best as I can while being destroyed with the pleasure of the saddle, and gag and drool without shame.
Lust, along with pure obsessive devotion and love, stares back at me while I gaze up at him.
After he makes good on his promise of wringing orgasm after orgasm out of me, my pussy is definitely tender and swollen, and my clit is so overstimulated I can hardly breathe.
Hayes looks like he's in pain as he's held his orgasm back this entire time. With a guttural, primal groan, he pulls his cock out of my mouth and spurts his cum all over my skin, making a new wave of euphoric bliss wash over me.
I’m overstimulated, my body confused if it wants more pleasure but not comprehending how it could handle more, and I’m shaking uncontrollably.
As he gently eases me off the saddle and removes the sex toys, I realize that I’m crying. But my tears aren’t because of distress or upset; they’re a release as I come out of the zone he had me in and fully return to the present, overwhelmed by the magnitude of my love for him, and his for me.
He unties my wrists, undresses himself quickly, and then gathers me into his arms, lying us on the bed, taking care of my after care and kissing me. He doesn’t rush me, letting me acclimatize. Once I’m ready, he lies between my legs, hovering above me, notched at my entrance, but not pushing in.
Staring deep into my eyes, he asks, “Are you sure?”
In answer, I wrap my arms around his corded back and my legs around his waist. His breath hisses as he starts to sink inside me, bare.
“Holy fuck,” he rasps.
He’s never been with anyone bare before. My heart, finally, heals and forgives the young, na?ve, impulsive version of me, who stupidly gave her firsts to a man who in no way deserved them.
“Only you, Hayes. My heart and soul have only ever belonged to you.”
His face glows with the love he says he can’t find the words to describe. But I don’t need those words because that look, and his soul melding with mine, is everything I need.
“My little dove. My siren. My best friend. My reason for every breath.” He moves slowly in me, making love to me. Worshipping me. “You’re the only one I live for.”
He may claim that he can’t describe the love he feels for me, but I’d say that’s pretty damn perfect.
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