I was grinding against his hand, unable to stop. It was insanely fucking good and hot, my body moving on its own, my thighs trembling lightly with every flick of his fingers.
He pulled his fingers out slow, and right away I felt something thicker: the hard tip of his cock sliding along my slit, rubbing between my pussy lips, hot and slick. If he'd tried to shove it in my pussy, I probably would've given in—I was already surrendered, soaked, totally turned on, my body begging to be filled.
But he didn't even try. He just kept rubbing, teasing, driving me crazier by the second. I was moaning loud, grinding back against him, while intense shivers ran through my whole body, shooting up my spine and down my legs.
"You drive me fucking wild, Rafa... look at how your little pussy's dripping, begging for me... you're dying to get fucked, aren't you?" he taunted in my ear, his voice thick with lust, his hot breath hitting the skin of my neck and making me moan even louder.
Suddenly I felt the head of his cock rubbing right at the entrance to my ass. He started sliding it slow, pressing lightly, still just teasing. It felt so damn good. I close my eyes and I can still feel that warm nudge back there. Fuck, it gave me goosebumps all over, my skin all sensitive and tingling.
"That's it, Rafa... arch that ass higher. I'm dying to fuck your little asshole... you gonna let me?"
He asked, but I couldn't even answer. Honestly, I wasn't thinking anymore. I was just moaning.
Diego gripped my hip tight and started pressing for real. I felt the tip forcing in slow at the entrance, and right away I whined, gasping, begging him to just keep rubbing because it already felt good like that.
He straight-up ignored me and kept pushing.
"Relax for me, you little slut... let me in that tight ass..." he said, his mouth glued to my ear.
I begged him to go slow, almost whimpering, but he just thrust harder, telling me to arch my ass even more, and the pain just built, a burning that spread slow.
"Owww, slow down... it hurts so much!" I pleaded, on the verge of tears.
Right then he stopped. He pulled away from me, saying he was hitting the bathroom and would be right back. I stayed there, in the same position, on all fours, ass up, heart pounding, breathing heavy, body still shaking.
When I glanced over my shoulder, I saw Diego coming back with a bottle of lotion. I was shocked at first, and all I could think was: "Is he gonna use that on me?"
I felt his fingers, now slippery, starting to slide gently into my ass. The difference was insane: they glided deep, so fucking deep, it made my body shudder with chills, the cool lotion clashing with the heat inside.
He told me to flip onto my stomach, shoved a pillow under my hips, and got me arched just right. He kept fingering me, deeper each time, pulling even more moans out of me that I tried to muffle in the pillow, the fabric soaked with spit and tears.
Then he climbed on top. I felt his cock pressing against me, forcing the entrance. He pushed in slow until I felt the tip pop in. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and tried to take it, but a moan of pain slipped out.
"Owwwww, stop... stop... it hurts!" I begged, biting the sheet.
He inched forward slow, centimeter by centimeter. The feeling was wild, like he was tearing me up inside. I was whimpering and complaining, but he wouldn't stop. He just kept saying to try and relax.
"Fuck, Diego! Slooower, it huuuurts!" I let out, tears in my eyes.
That's when he paused the push a bit and started a short, slow in-and-out, just to see if I'd get used to it. The pain didn't go away, but like this, I could handle it. Every now and then he'd pull out, and relief hit me hard, almost making me sigh. But then he'd slide back in.
Until he laid down on top of me. He gave a harder thrust and said, mouth pressed to my ear:
"Now take it... I'm gonna pound this ass balls-deep... dying to fill your little hole with my cum."
I felt his teeth biting my earlobe, and with it, a hard thrust. Then another even deeper. I clutched the sheet, nails digging in, and bit the pillow hard to keep from screaming.
From there, it was merciless. The thrusting got rough, deep, every slam pinning me to the mattress. I was moaning loud, couldn't control it, a mix of pain and horniness, not even knowing if I wanted him to stop or keep going. My whole body shook, breaths ragged, sweat running down my back, mixing with the lotion.
"What a tight little ass... my cock's gonna wreck you good," he growled in my ear, between his own moans.
All I could do was take it, no way out, crushed under him. And the craziest part? That's exactly what turned me on. The weight of his body on mine, his broad chest pressed to my back, his sweat mixing with mine, the frantic pounding that made me feel every inch of him filling me, the throbbing pain deep inside, hot, blended with a pleasure that crept up my belly and left me dizzy. I felt dominated in a way I'd never imagined I'd like, like every thrust marked me deeper, made me his in a way I couldn't explain.
He let out a loud groan right in my ear, hot breath on my damp neck skin.
"I'm gonna cum... gonna cum in your ass..."
And then I felt the hot spurt filling me up all at once. He kept cumming nonstop, moaning loud in my ear, his whole body shaking against mine, until he collapsed on me, spent, panting. I stayed still, hands fisted in the rumpled sheet, feeling his cock throbbing inside me, pulsing out the last drops, the warmth spreading slow deep down.
My heart was racing a mile a minute, felt like it would burst out of my chest. He was still glued to me... The room's silence was broken only by our heavy, uneven breaths, air rushing in and out fast. I kept my eyes closed, biting the pillow, tears still hot on my cheeks, head spinning, not knowing if that was pain, pleasure, or both smashed together in some crazy mess I couldn't wrap my head around.
He started planting wet kisses and light bites on my neck, his tongue grazing the sensitive skin slow.
"You have no idea how much I loved fucking your ass... you're so fucking hot, Rafa," he said, still out of breath, voice hoarse vibrating against me.
When he finally pulled out, I felt the hot liquid leaking slow, running down my thighs in sticky trails, warm and messy on my skin. Freaked out about staining the sheets, I jumped up and bolted to the bathroom. All I could think was I needed to wash it off ASAP. I turned on the shower and let the hot water hit, taking a quick rinse, the spray pounding my still-sensitive skin, washing away the sweat, the lotion, his cum, but not erasing the pulsing sensation still inside.
After, I slipped out of the room, checked the hall was clear, and went to get him.
We raced down the stairs, hearts in our throats, laughing nervous like two accomplices ditching a prank. And what a hot prank, right??
To be continued...