I’ve barely come down from my orgasm, the feel of his fingers on my s*x and his tongue in my ass lingering, when I hear the rip of foil.
“Selena, I’m going to f**k you now,” he says quietly, running his fingers over the cheek of my ass, up my spine, soothing me. “If it becomes too much, you will safeword.”
“Yes, sir.” I am spent and don’t see how I could be any more tired. Another aftershock rips through my body, nearly making my knees buckle.
“Good girl.”
He slams into me with a force that pushes my face hard into the mattress. My shoulders strain from the pressure of my splayed arms, and I cry out in shock.
He stills momentarily, then achingly slow, he pulls back. I feel the wonderful discomfort of his head straining against my opening, nearly pulling out completely. He lingers the
