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her breasts, straightening as he never
broke his pace but kept driving into her while now rubbing her ass
cheeks with both hands.
    To make the penetration feel even more
intense, she then felt him begin to stroke the rosebud between her
ass cheeks. She could actually feel it winking every time he rocked
in and out of her pussy. Then, without warning, he stuck his thumb
into the tight pucker.
    The sensation was electric. Now both her
holes were vibrating at the same time; her vagina around his cock,
and then her sphincter around his piercing thumb. Zara had never
had anyone’s finger up her ass. Why the hell did it feel so damn
good? And then she remembered she’d read somewhere that there were
several more nerve endings there. She closed her eyes and moaned
out loud, her whole brain zoning in on the pleasures he was making
her experience all at the same time.
    He was barely making a sound, but when she
listened carefully, she could hear the raspy edge of his breathing.
Was he enjoying this hot, hard fuck as much as she was? Because she
was on fire, her whole body vibrating every time he stroked in and
out of her. He never took his thumb out of her ass, but eased in
deeper and deeper, past the knuckle. He teased and massaged deep
within, making her gasp like she was running a marathon.
    “Your ass is as tight and juicy as the rest
of you, Zara,” he growled, speaking for the first time in minutes.
Hearing his voice helped slice through the haze of bliss she was
in, and she tried to focus on that instead of the build-up of lust
that rose with every hard, deep thrust of his masterful cock.
    Hearing him talk about her ass that way was
making her pussy drip even more copiously. She was now so wet, his
thick, long shaft was able to drive in faster and easier, and yet
still, it pained. No matter how slick she was, it didn’t do much to
alleviate the discomfort of being so tremendously stuffed with his
ever-growing cock. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any
bigger, his girth seemed to expand, as he grew harder, even more
aroused.
    She knew that if she could at least get to
stroke her clit, or even rub on her mound, then the burning sting
of his relentless penetration would stop. But she daren’t touch
herself, not just for fear of what the punishment would be, but
also from the reluctance to disappoint him in anyway. She wanted
this to be as perfect for him as it was for her. She was already
thinking about how she’d want this to happen again and again – so
she wanted to do all she could to make that a certainty.
    Chase’s pace increased, and she gritted her
teeth. It felt like being torn in half by cock. The unheeding
thrusts blurred into each other, drawing gasps from her even as she
heard him grunt. She wanted to beg, cry out for him to stop, or at
least, slow down. And yet, something stopped her. It was the
pleasure. The ecstasy of wanting to be pounded hard and deep by
something almost monstrous. It was rough, wild, and laced with
pain.
    She loved it. He knew she loved it, and so he
slammed even harder.
    She didn’t even have the presence of mind to
protest when she felt him take a handful of her hair and twisted it
round his wrist. It didn’t start to hurt till he tugged hard on it,
causing her hair to snag at the roots. Unable to help it, she
snapped her head back to ease the tingling, and yet still he
pulled.
    Now she had no choice but to arch her spine
in a bid to ease the sting rising in her scalp. She was bent almost
in half, and felt him lean closer so that his lips were close to
her cheek. His hot breath fanned her skin, and she shuddered having
him so close, hearing him whisper in her ear how supple she was. He
told her he was going to be fucking her all night, that he was
going to make her his sweet little plaything – and that she was
going to love every second of it. She could only moan and sob in
agreement.
    In this position, with her body twisted up
and back, it felt like he was able to slam even