Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
With the plug I ever so slowly breached the tight ring of muscles of her anus, working her clit with my free hand as I pushed it in. “Relax, sweetheart, let it in.”
She made a little pained sound as the fat part of the butt plug widened her body, then a moan as it sank in all the way. The flared base had a big garnet jewel that sparkled as I let go of the plug, her hips twitching and wiggling as she adjusted to the sensation. I stroked my cock as I watched her, still holding her butt cheeks open for me like a good girl.
“Ramón,” she whimpered, “Fuck me.”
I gave my cock a hard squeeze, the need to fill her up with my cum already tugging on my balls. “Say please.”
She lifted her head and looked over her shoulder, then growled, “Please.”
“That wasn’t very convincing.”
Instead of begging like I thought she would, she backed her ass up against me until her hot, wet pussy rubbed against my stiff dick. “Ramón, fuck me.”
The sensation of her slick labia rubbing against my piercing had me seeing stars, so I stopped tormenting her and gave her what we both wanted. With a low groan I placed the head of my shaft against her tight opening and began to push in. Right away I could feel the butt plug rubbing against my cock as I forced my way into her, the toy making her tighter than usual. Considering she was already tight enough to strangle my dick, the feeling was somewhere between bliss and torture as I tried to hold back the need to rut.
Her body shook as she pushed back against me, helping me fill her up. Tingles raced from my scalp, down my back, and into my sac as I finally filled her up like I wanted, the hot clasp of her cunt around me better than anything I’d ever felt. It seemed like no matter how many times I had sex with Joy it just got better and better. A low groan burst from me as I began to move, her sheath sucking at me, growing even hotter as she rocked her hips into my every thrust. Her first orgasm almost triggered mine, but I managed to hold on, to shake and moan behind her like I was the one climaxing. Her body grew looser after that, allowing me to move in her despite the thick bulge of the butt plug.
Grabbing her hips, I fucked her with abandon, grunting with each thrust as she chanted my name. The need for release was tearing at my control and when Joy screamed out her second orgasm I followed her, my back arching, my head thrown back as I roared and emptied myself inside of her. The pulsing clasp of her pussy milked me dry, and when I collapsed on top of her, I was close to blacking out. The combination of two hard orgasms, a long night, and my still healing body had me limp as Joy wiggled out from under me.
“Ramón?”
I grunted, unable to force my mouth to shape words as I panted.
“Did I…did I break you?”
I grunted again, but managed to lift one hand to flip her off.
Laughing, she cuddled into me, stroking my sweaty back. “Poor baby. Think you can make it to the bathroom?”
I tried to open my eyes, but my heavy lids refused to raise.
More giggles. “Okay, you stay here and I’ll be right back.”
Sleep was already tugging at me as I felt a warm, wet cloth being dragged over my back. Joy hummed as she slowly cleaned the drying sweat off of me, her soft touch unbelievably soothing. She paid extra attention to my healing injuries, and I was only vaguely aware that she’d turned me over to clean my front. It was a testament to how wiped out I was when she cleaned my dick and it only became semi-hard.
After a small struggle, she managed to get both of us beneath the sheets and turned off the light. In the darkness, she cuddled into my side and I drifted off to sleep, happier and more content than I’d ever been in my life now that I finally had my fiancé back in my arms.
Chapter 18
As I pulled into the parking lot of the high school, I sang along with the radio, unable to wipe the smile off my face. It had been a week since Ramón returned, and I’d spent every day with him since. He’d taken time off work to heal and recover, and we spent every moment together in what had to be a disgusting display of love. We’d had Hannah and Leo over for dinner to celebrate their engagement—Leo popped the question the same day as Ramón, and Hannah had teased us about our PDA more than once. Like she had room to talk. I think Leo would have had her sewn to his side, if he could.