There Are No Saints (Sinners Duet #1)(70)

This is the part that shames me worse than anything. The thing I most hate to admit.

But he’ll know if I lie. If I even try to hold back.

“Yes,” I sob. “He wouldn’t stop ‘till I cried. He hit me over and over. If the hand didn’t work, he used the belt. I tried so hard not to cry. Not to let him break me. But he always did. Every time.”

I’m bawling now, I’m so fucking ashamed.

I tried so hard to be strong. To beat him at his game. But I never did, not one fucking time.

Cole shifts behind me, and I think he’s going to hit me again. Instead, I feel the warm, smooth, infinitely pleasurable sensation of him sliding his cock inside of me.

My pussy is hot and thrumming, the vibrator still buzzing against my clit. Cole’s cock fills me all the way up, pushing down against the vibrator, giving me that deep, intense pressure I’ve been craving. The vibrations run through my body, into his cock. The oscillation is inside and outside of me, back and forth.

I sob again, but this time from pleasure and relief.

Slowly, gently, Cole begins to thrust.

I can’t move my hips. I can only squeeze around him, clenching him tight with every thrust.

The vibrator has engorged my pussy all the way along its length, all the way around the opening. I can feel every millimeter, every part of me that grips him, every part of me stroked by him. His cock rubs the inside while the vibrator buzzes on the outside, creating a friction so intense, so pleasurable that I’m crying again, tears of joy this time, from this sensation I can hardly stand.

I start to cum, my pussy clenching and twitching around his cock, his weight pressing me down against the vibrator.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I beg him.

He doesn’t stop until the orgasm is over. Then he pulls his cock free, sitting back again, his ass against my thighs, my pussy still spasming.

I’m a fucking mess. I’m glad my face is pressed against the table so he can’t see the tears and mascara smeared everywhere.

Gently, but with deep, soothing pressure, Cole begins to massage my ass cheeks. Soothing the pain. Soothing the spanking.

“It’s alright,” he says, his voice low and caressing. “It’s going to be okay.”

I press my cheek against the tabletop, my face crumpling.

He draws back his hand and spanks me again, but this time it’s lighter. With the vibrator pushed against me, buzzing and thrumming, sending pleasure waves through my body, the slap doesn’t really hurt. In fact, it almost feels pleasant.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

He’s spanking me in time with the beat.

The slaps don’t frighten me anymore. I know when to expect them. Instead of hurting me, they feel satisfying: deep itch finally scratched.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

He’s ramping up the intensity, but it still doesn’t hurt, because the pleasure of the vibrator drowns it out. My ass is throbbing, probably bright red, all the blood rushing to the surface of the skin. It becomes more sensitive with every slap. But the pain stays even with the pleasure, a carefully balanced combination like watermelon and salt.

My pussy throbs, my ass burns, and even before he puts his cock inside of me, I can feel the orgasm building, rising, begging to be released.

He shifts, gripping the base of his raging cock. He presses the heavy head against my ass.

“No, wait!” I gasp.

He doesn’t wait.

He runs his cock up my soaking wet slit, drenching the head, and then he presses it right into my ass.

“Aghhhh!” The groan rips through me as Cole pushes me down hard against the vibrator, his cock ramming slowly, surely, all the way inside my ass.

I can’t move. I can’t escape. He’s got me pinned down with his knees on the back of my thighs, his cock driving all the way inside me, eight inches deep.

I’ve never been fucked in the ass before. Never even had a finger in there.

The sensation is so intense, so all-encompassing, that it feels like I’m being turned inside out. I can’t breathe, I can’t move, I’m impaled.

He shoves his cock all the way in until his hips are flush against my ass. And then he holds his cock there, forcing me to take the whole thing, forcing me to adjust, millimeter by millimeter, to his outrageous girth.

I’m sweating, I’m panting, I can’t stand it.

The only thing getting me through is the vibrator acting like an anesthetic, turning what could be intense pain into intense pleasure instead, through the magical alchemy of its relentless buzz.

In fact, if I rock my hips just the tiniest bit, my ass clenches around his cock and a pulse of pleasure rocks through me like a hammer stroke. Each tiny movement feels like I’m being fucked by a horse—stretching, straining, at the absolute limit of what my body can handle.

Cole moves with me. Not rough, not hard—slow, incremental strokes in and out of my ass, each one wrenching another deep groan out of me.

I’m cumming again, even harder than before. Cumming from the stimulation of nerves that have never been touched, that have no idea what kind of signal to send. I think my brain is bending in half.

Finally Cole pulls out. It feels like giving birth—like three feet of cock is sliding out of me.

“What the fuck,” I moan.