Chapter 3: Rising Action
I cried out in pleasure, my back arching off the bed as he filled me up completely. His cock was way bigger than the dildo, stretching me in the most delicious way.
"Fuck, you're tight," Brad growled, his eyes dark with desire. He began to thrust, filling me completely, hitting that spot deep inside me that made me see stars.
"Harder," I begged, my nails digging into his back as I urged him on. He was happy to oblige, pounding into me with a ferocity that left me breathless.
My cries of pleasure were muffled by the pillow as he fuck me harder and faster than I had ever been fucked before. I could feel my body shaking, my pussy clenching around his cock with each powerful thrust. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my mind only focused on the raw, binding orgasm that was rapidly approaching.
"That's it, baby," Brad groaned, gripping my hips tightly as he buried himself deeper inside me. "Take that fat cock, take it all!" He rode me mercilessly, pushing me towards the edge.
With each thrust, I felt the pressure mounting within me, and I knew I was moments away from releasing all the pent-up tension that had been building within me for what felt like an eternity. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper, urging him to claim me fully.
I felt his large hands roam over my body, caressing my soft skin, and cupping my breasts. I moaned as his teeth grazed my neck, and I knew I was his for the taking. Every pulse and stretch of his powerful body was driving me wild.
I put my hands on his broad chest, feeling the heat of his muscles beneath my palms as he leaned over me, devouring my mouth with his own. My tongue danced with his, and I could feel his feeble attempts to break free from my grip, but I held him close, desperate to keep him with me for even a moment longer.
He got between my legs, sliding my dress up and pushing it over my head, tossing it to the floor.
My heavy breasts spilled free from my lacy bra, and I heard him groan in pleasure as he took me in.
"You're perfect, Kylie," he growled, and I felt his breath hot on my skin. The anticipation was almost too much to bear.
He reached for his belt, undoing it, and pulling it out of the loops with one swift motion. He doubled it up, the leather making a soft *thwack* sound as he laid it across my thighs.
"Count," he ordered.
My heart skipped a beat at the command and the intimidating sight of the belt coiled in his hand, but I found myself unable to resist.
"One," I muttered, staring into his unwavering gaze.
The belt cut through the air with a sharp crack, wrapping itself around the tender flesh of my inner thigh. I whimpered in pain, but my clit throbbed with renewed desire as well, spreading wetness despite my discomfort.
"Two," I called out, bracing myself for the sting of the next strike. Brad didn't disappoint.
The second strike cut through the air, sharp and true, biting deep into another part of my inner thigh. This time I couldn't suppress my scream of pain, but it was quickly drowned out by my own moans. That pain, coupled with his penetrating gaze and the intimate way he played with my pussy, sent a surge of wetness flooding from me, dampening the sheets beneath me.
"Count," he repeated, raising the belt for a third strike.
A ripple of fear ran through me, but I was helpless to stop him. The third blow landed, and I yelped in pain as the sensation of the belt cutting through my skin mingled with the delight of Brad's cock bursting deep inside me. My pussy convulsed around his shaft, and a rush of fluid soaked the bed sheets beneath us.
"Count, I Said," Brad growled, his hips bucking forward with renewed vigor.
He drove into me relentlessly, the burn of the belt burrowed deep in my memory, but the raw pleasure that coursed through me was all that mattered now.
"Three, Fuck, Four," I cried out, my lips parted, my breath short and sharp as Brad's rapid thrusts sent me soaring beyond any limits I had ever known. I pulled my thighs up, wrapping them around my lover's waist, eager to feel his cock slam even deeper inside me.
He grunted with approval and increased his pace, plunging his rigid length into me with each thrust. I could feel the wetness leaking from my pussy, glistening on the man's thick shaft as he pounded me into the mattress. My juices poured out onto the bed, forming a slippery slick that lubricated his thrusts even further.
"Shit, yes. Take my cock, baby," he groaned as his hips thrust faster, hammering into me so deeply that I cried out.
I could feel my inner muscles trembling, trying to hold onto him, trying not to let that intense pleasure swallow me once again.
"You feel so fucking good," he muttered, cupping my ass with both hands and giving a fierce tug. The sensation of his rough hands gripping and kneading my ass was unbelievably hot, and I knew I needed more.
"I'm gonna come so hard," he grunted, his eyes wild with lust. "God damn, you're perfect.
So fucking tight, so fucking wet for me." Brad's words sent another shiver down my spine. He leaned over me, his lips bruising against mine, as his cock continued to piston in and out of me.
Brad broke the kiss and pulled back, letting out a guttural moan as he watched his cock slide in and out of my slick pussy. I swear he was bigger than before. Maybe it was just the angle, but with each thrust, I could feel him reaching deeper inside me than ever before.
It was almost too much,
and I knew that soon I would be lost to him.
"Fuck, Kylie, you feel so good around me," Brad
groaned, his tone filled with a mix of admiration and lust.
"I knew you'd be amazing, sweetheart," Brad
interjected, his voice laced with a dark intensity.
I didn't respond to either of them; instead, I threw my
head back and closed my eyes, arching my back as I felt Ben's cock push even
deeper inside me.
Brad was right, I did feel amazing, and the ache that had been
building within me was now so intense that I knew it wouldn't be long before I
came apart completely.
Brad leaned in, his lips finding mine in a desperate, bruising
kiss as his hips pistoned harder and faster. I wrapped my legs around his waist,
pulling him in even deeper, relishing the feeling of him burrowing inside me,
claiming me entirely.
With my eyes still closed, I felt Brad move around to the
foot of the bed.
"Count," Brad said again, raising the belt for another strike as he rammed me deeper.
I whimpered, but my pussy clamped around him with each strike, milking his cock for all it was worth as my climax built higher and higher.
"Nine, fuck," I gasped, reaching up to grip Brad's muscular shoulders for support as I rode the edges of orgasm. My body shook and quivered with each thrust, my nipples hardening like rocks beneath his greedy palm.
Ten. The belt struck my breasts this time. I cried in pleasure and Brad rammed inside me reaching his end.
I could feel the warmth spreading within me, his cock twitching inside, pulsating with each spurt. My body, slick with sweat and cum, trembled in release as he collapsed beside me. We lay there for a long time, not saying a word. I was lost in the euphoria of what I had just experienced. I should have been freaked out or feeling regretful, but all I could focus on was the overwhelming satisfaction surging through every fiber of my being.
Brad finally sat up, propping himself on one elbow.
I managed to pull myself together and looked over at him. He was still as handsome as ever, his dark eyes watching me intently. He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair off my forehead, and I couldn't help but lean into his touch.
"How was that for you, sweetheart?" he asked softly, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
I swallowed hard, trying to find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions that had just taken over me. I had never felt anything like that before, never experienced such intense pleasure and satisfaction in all my life.
My body was still trembling from the aftermath of our encounter, and I could feel the warmth and wetness emanating from between my legs.
I pushed myself forward and kissed him, wrapping myself in the bedsheet.
"But why did you spanked me with the belt," I asked, rubbing my thighs where he madly had striked his belt. I was curious about what Brad really wanted or what he had planned for me.
Brad chuckled and clicked his fingers. Ben darted across the luxurious room to a small cabinet against the wall. Opening it, he revealed a considerable amount of assorted sex toys. "She and I have been talking," Brad explained, "And we found alterantives. We won't use the belt again. Don't worry."
I had no idea what they were talking about, or what Brad had planned, but if it was anything like he just did to me, I wasn't complaining.
My body was still humming from the intensity of our encounter, my pussy still tingling from the ecstasy of his skilled manipulations. Despite my reservations, I suddenly felt a pang of longing to feel Brad's touch again.
He saw the hesitation in my eyes and leaned forward, brushing a tender kiss across my lips. "Don't worry, we promise to take care of you."
I swallowed hard, again unsure of my comfort level with this situation. But then I remembered my promise to Ben, the one that brought me here in the first place.
"But Thats for next time. Today we are done. I want you to just sleep with me, keeping my cock inside you," Brad said holding my chin.
Brad lied down next to me and pulled me over him, he pushed his cock inside me with single thrust again, but this time he patted my back, explored my back with his hands, and then we both soon fall asleep.