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It was much
smaller and thinner than his cock, but almost as long. The end
tapered, perhaps to prevent it from going too deep. She writhed on
the bed, sweat breaking out on her brow as she looked at it in his
large hands. When he’d touched her puckered hole the other night,
it had felt better than she’d expected. So far he’d played her body
like a practiced musician, so why shouldn’t this potentially be as
good? She relaxed some, watching him closely.
    After covering the plug in a condom,
he pressed the tip of it to her bottom. “Relax, Sofia. We’ll go
slowly.”
    She let out a breath as he slowly
introduced the plug. He hit the tight band of nerves, and she felt
the toy stop, and a little lick of pain. Sofia groaned, the
pleasure and pain mixing. She wasn’t sure which was
stronger.
    “ Relax. And
breathe.”
    “ It’s too much,” she
said.
    “ I haven’t been wrong yet,
have I?” he asked. “If you can relax, I think you’ll like
it.”
    “ And if I
don’t?”
    Marc kissed her back. “I will remove
it if you don’t and never ask you again.”
    He continued to drop kisses on her
back, his free hand working under her belly to rub against her
throbbing clit. She relaxed some, the touch to her clit helping to
calm her.
    Marc pressed a little harder, and she
felt the band of nerves open. The plug slowly slid into her, the
widening near the base making her cry out. But once she passed that
and the tapered end settled, she had an incredible sensation of
fullness she’d never felt before. Her pussy clenched, the need to
be filled by him again even stronger.
    “ Marc …”
    “ I know,” he said, his
voice low. “I’ll give you what you need.”
    Marc rolled her to her back and moved
between her thighs again. He captured her gaze and gathered her
face in one hand. “How does it feel?”
    Full? Swollen? She wasn’t sure the
right adjective, because none fit. It felt foreign, yet made her
yearn for him in a way she couldn’t comprehend. Her pussy spasmed
over and over, needing that same feeling of fullness. She needed
his cock inside her, and now.
    “ It feels like you better
hurry up and fuck me,” she said, shocked the words came out of her
mouth.
    Marc obeyed her command, sliding into
her with one thick thrust. Sofia cried out, the dual sensation of
both Marc and the plug inside her making her feel lightheaded.
Tingling sparks coursed through her limbs as she rushed to catch
her breath. It was too much.
    And then he pulled almost completely
out before sliding home.
    Pleasure coursed through her, wave
after wave following each of his thrusts. She muttered
incoherently, her mind numb to everything but what he was doing to
her. The feel of him inside her was almost more than she could
take. There was no gentle build-up to her limits. Marc raced to the
edge and then crashed through her barriers.
    Another orgasm swelled through her.
Tugging on the cuffs at her wrist, she arched into the surge. She
cried out, her pussy clenching him tightly. Marc groaned and
increased his pace, prolonging her release. Once she’d come out of
the haze, she felt him speed more, as if his own orgasm approached.
She wrapped legs about his body, and kissed him. His body trembled
violently, then he stiffened in her embrace.
    Marc came with a cry, his thrusts
short and quick as he emptied himself into the condom. His
breathing was rapid, hers closer to normal. Both their hearts still
raced. Hers she felt in her chest, his she could feel with the
pulsing of his cock still inside her.
    Once he’d had a moment, Marc withdrew
from her body, holding the condom tight. He disappeared into the
bathroom and Sofia lay there, unsure what she should do.
    This wasn’t a relationship. It was a
hot, fast fuck.
    Sofia hated that word, but she also
called a spade a spade. There would be no happily ever after with
Marc, so there was no reason to stay in his bed now that the deed
had been done. She lifted, her body weak, and she heard