Chapter 40 #2
“No,” I whisper. “Just… keep going.”
“You like this more than you thought, huh?”
His fingers move deeper, stretching me further as he keeps the rhythm slow and controlled.
“That’s it, baby,” Seth murmurs, voice rough. “Let me stretch you a little more.”
He scissors his fingers gently, coaxing my body open. The stretch makes my breath catch and my fingers claw into the sheets.
“You can take more,” he says, voice darker now. “You want more, don’t you?”
“Yes…” I breathe.
“Good girl.”
My hips try to pull away for a second, but his hand settles firmly on my hip, holding me in place.
His mouth returns to my back, kissing the small of it before his tongue drags along the dip of my spine. I whimper, legs spreading wider as his fingers push deeper.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I could come just from watching you take my fingers.”
He bends over me, chest brushing my back as his fingers keep working me open.
“I’m gonna fuck this tight little asshole so good,” he whispers near my ear.
My whole body hums, heat coiling low in my stomach as his fingers move steadily inside me.
Then he pulls them out.
I whimper at the loss, my body clenching like it wants them back.
Behind me I hear the slick sound of lube again and his low groan.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
His weight shifts behind me. The blunt head of his cock presses against my ass.
“You ready, baby?”
I nod hard, my face still buried in the pillow. “Yes.”
He takes his time lining up, one hand on my hip. I feel the head of his cock press against me. His other hand moves down to spread me open just a little more.
Then he pushes in.
Just the tip.
The hot and sharp stretch hits instantly, enough to steal the breath from my lungs. My mouth opens but no sound comes out for a second.
“Fuck,” he hisses behind me.
I cry out, a mix of shock and moan, the kind of sound that comes from my throat without warning. The burn is real, but underneath it is pleasure.
I exhale shakily. “Holy shit.”
He pauses right away. One hand slides up my back in a slow drag. He bends over me, lips brushing the back of my neck.
“Breathe, baby.”
I obey. I let myself exhale, let my muscles unlock one at a time. The tension drops out of my shoulders, and I focus on the weight of his hand on my back.
He eases in deeper.
Another inch, then another.
My thighs start to shake. My hands claw into the sheets, pillow bunched beneath my face. My body resists, then gives, then pulls tight again as he sinks deeper, every slow push forcing me to adjust. I moan loud into the pillow, overwhelmed and clenching hard around him.
He holds still, forehead pressed to my shoulder. “I’m not gonna last if you keep gripping me like this,” he growls. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I’ll kill you if you stop,” I murmur.
He laughs and pushes in again.
I gasp when he bottoms out, hips flush to my ass, cock buried to the base inside me.
The fullness is intense. A stretch that borders on too much, but not enough to make me stop.
My body shakes from the shock of it, from the pressure and the heat and the way I can feel him in places I didn’t know could feel anything.
“Still okay?”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Much better.”
He smiles against my skin.
“Good. Because I’m not stopping.”
He stays buried in me, holding still, giving my body time to adjust. His hand drags up my spine again, while his other hand shifts to grip the side of my thigh, keeping me open, keeping me grounded in sensation.
“You’re so tight,” he murmurs.
I swallow hard, every nerve lit up, every muscle on edge in the best way.
“Your dick is fucking huge,” I breathe.
He grins. “Yeah. And you’re taking me so fucking well.”
Then he pulls back.
Just a few inches. Then pushes in again.
I moan loud as his hips roll forward again, not thrusting yet, just grinding deeper, working me open in controlled rhythm. The movement sends shockwaves through my core. My body clenches hard around him with every slow push, every tiny withdrawal.
My face stays pressed to the pillow. My hips rock back to meet him without thinking.
His hand slides to my ass again, gripping tight. His cock moves in slow strokes, building pressure with every motion, never pulling out too far, never pushing too fast.
I can’t speak. I can only feel.
And I don’t want him to stop.
“Oh my god…Se—Seth.”
The words drag out of me in a broken moan I barely recognize as my own.
He chuckles, dark, low, rough in my ear, and does it again, rocking into me. Just enough to make me shudder and clench around him, my body trying to hold him there.
My arms give out and my chest hits the bed as he rocks into me again, this time with more weight behind it. Every roll of his hips pushes the stretch a little further. Every inch of him feels like it is carving a new space inside me.
The burn is still there, but it isn’t pain anymore, it is pressure. Fullness. Power.
And I need more of it.
I hadn’t known I could feel this full. I hadn’t known I could crave it this much. That it would make me feel untouchable. Desired. Worshipped. Claimed.
His rhythm stays controlled, but I can feel the shift.
He is starting to lose control. I hear it in the ragged catch of his breath, feel it in the way his hands dig into my hips like he needs to mark me from the inside out.
His voice drops to a growl, filthy words muttered hot against my skin between thrusts.
“Fuck, baby. This ass looks so good taking my dick.”
His hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to bare my throat. He kisses it, then again, then bites hard. The sharp sting makes me moan loud into the mattress.
His thrusts stay deep, but the rhythm sharpens. The slaps of his hips against my ass fill the room, echoing through the wet sound of our bodies meeting over and over again.
He growls low and shifts his angle slightly, just enough to slam into a new spot inside me.
I gasp. My whole body jolts. I nearly come from that alone.
“Seth—”
“I know, baby,” he rasps, voice strained.
His hand snakes down between my legs, moving fast. Two fingers find my clit, slick, throbbing, desperate for friction—and the second he touches it, I almost come off the bed.
“Fuck,” I choke, body convulsing, hips jerking back against him.
“That’s it,” he thrusts harder now. “Come for me while I’m in your ass.”
My breath shatters. My back arches. I am right there, right on the edge, about to break all over him.
“You gonna come for me, baby?” he grinds into me, hitting that spot again and again.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please—don’t stop—”
I don’t even realize I am shaking until he feels it.
His hand tightens on my hip.
He doesn’t speed up. He doesn’t break pace.
He just keeps moving, burying himself to the hilt every time.
The stretch still makes my legs shake, but now the burn bleeds into something hotter.
Something addictive. Every time he pulls back, it feels like he is taking a piece of me with him.
Every push forward fills me again, stuffs me full, until I can’t tell where the ache ends and the pleasure starts.
“Fuck, Brooke,” he murmurs. “I’m gonna fill your ass with so much cum.”
The words wreck me. I whimper, I can’t help it, because I can’t form words anymore. Just sounds.
He stays deep, rocking into me with slow, perfect control. His cock drags along every hypersensitive inch, making my spine arch involuntarily. Then his fingers find my clit again.
I break.
My hips lift, chasing his touch, chasing him, needing more. I'm past the point of pretending I have control. I'm begging without words, my body speaking for me, and he groans like the sound of it physically hurts him.
The pressure in my core coils fast. It builds in seconds and detonates without warning.
My whole body locks up. Muscles tense, my back arches, and I scream into the pillow as the orgasm rips through me. My thighs tremble uncontrollably. The release comes in waves, each stronger than the last, drawn out by his deep, grinding thrusts that never let up.
“Fuck, Brooke,” he groans.
I feel his whole body tense.
His breath catches in his throat, and his hands grip my hips tighter, hauling me against him as he shoves in hard, balls pressed flush to my ass. His cock twitches deep inside me and then he comes.
The first pulse is thick and hot. I feel it fill me in heavy spurts, warm liquid coating my insides as he empties himself completely.
His cum spills around the tight seal of my ass clenching him, leaking out, sliding between my cheeks.
He holds still, buried deep, his body shaking against mine with every pulse.
He doesn’t pull out. Just stays there, his cock still throbbing, his jaw clenched against my shoulder, raw groans escaping his throat like he can’t hold them back anymore.
The room goes quiet except for the sound of our breathing, both of us wrecked in the best possible way.
His forehead rests between my shoulder blades, skin damp with sweat. Then he wraps his arms around me, chest flush to my back, holding me like he isn’t ready to let go.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod, still catching my breath. “Yeah. I’m…good.”
He kisses my shoulder, softer this time, his mouth lingering against my skin. “You did so good.”
He stays inside me, not even trying to pull back. He lets my body relax around him naturally. Lets the tension bleed out of my limbs until all that is left is the warmth of him surrounding me, inside and out.
My muscles still tremble.
His lips brush the top of my shoulder again. “Now I’ve been in every part of you.”
I let out a breathy laugh, turning my head just enough to catch his eyes. “Yeah…you’re the only one who has.”
He smiles down at me, lazy, proud, completely undone, and I see it in his face. The satisfaction. The hunger.
I never let anyone in like this.
Not even close.
Not until him.