Maximo’s fingers are back, playing with my ass. They trace along the pucker and I gasp, trying to keep my pace as a mix of excitement and fear move through me.
My orgasm is building again and when he pushes a finger into me, I expect the edge to clip off but it stays. With just one finger, it’s not… bad. I feel full, but it’s a good full and it only wracks up the pleasure, my back arching slightly.
Maximo’s grin is cruel as he watches me, sitting forward as he fingers my ass. The double penetration feels nicer than I’ll ever admit out loud.
“That’s right. Ride me, Mouse. Just think, next time it won’t just be my fingers in your ass. It’ll be my dick while Enzo fucks your tight cunt.”
My pussy gushes at the words.
“Maybe I won’t even allow you any prep. I’ve trained Enzo to come even when I’m ripping him apart, I think I’ll do the same for you,” he muses.
The words scare me, but they aren’t completely off putting.
My orgasm is edging even closer, and my eyes fall closed as I reach for that level.
When it hits me, it’s like a wave, my body going weak. And when Maximo swaps one finger for multiple, I scream, but the pain only seems to make my orgasm last longer.
I go completely weak, leaning against him as the last waves of euphoria wash over me.
I let out a yelp as I’m airborne. I try to reach for something to grab onto but my hands are still restrained. I squeeze my eyes closed as I go falling backwards but my back lands against the mattress with a soft thump.
I rip my eyes open, finding Maximo standing above me.
“On second thought, why wait?”
His hands spreading my cheeks apart is the only warning I receive before he’s thrusting into me, he buries himself in me to the hilt, my arousal on his dick the only lubrication.
He shows no mercy as he fucks my ass. Any pleasure I got from my orgasm disappears quickly and my heart is going erratic in my chest. My nails dig into my palms as hoarse whimpers are forced from my lips.
“What do you think now, Mouse?” Maximo taunts as he thrusts into me. “Am I taking from you now,” his head dips forward, pulling my aching nipple into his mouth, “or is this exactly what you want?”
My poor pussy clenches up, my body unsure if it’s enjoying this or hating it. Because despite the pain, there’s the smallest part of myself that’s still enjoying it. That part definitely isn’t big enough to come again, not even close.
Maximo dips his fingers into my pussy before pulling out. He pushes his fingers into my mouth, making me taste my own salty cum.
He slams into me this time and I try to scream but his fingers muffle the sound. He pushes them deeper into my mouth, forcing me to gag as they hit the back of my throat.
My head goes light and I dry heave as he continue to ruthlessly fuck my throat and ass. My body is overwhelmed and the room spins slightly as I try to get my bearings.
Maximo’s dark laugh meets my ears. “That’s what I thought, Mouse. In,” thrust, “over,” thrust, “your,” thrust, “fucking,” thrusts, “head.”
He slams into me and as he groans I feel his cum pumping into my ass. His fingers feel like they’re pushing even deeper into my throat and my eyes squeeze closed, tears slipping between the lids.
I have no sense of reality as I try to keep myself from vomiting. I cough, heaving as Maximo finally pulls out of me. I feel his cum dripping out of my ass and he finally removes his hand from my mouth.
I gasp, opening my eyes to stare up at him.
He smirks, running his hand through the cum dripping out of me and smearing it onto my thigh. His eyes sweep over my body. “Look at you, Mouse, all laid out and sated. It’d make one think you enjoyed this whole thing.”
I close my eyes and don’t look at him, because Maximo Costa is right.
I enjoyed what he just did to me.