Fifty-Five. Begin

*Eleanora Elliot*

I explored his cock with my mouth, the piercings so different, forcing my mind to wander in fear of how it will feel inside of me.

He was so sensitive, it was so easy to get him to make sounds.

My pussy was so fucking wet. I didn't expect to enjoy the feeling of something in my back end, however, I couldn't lie when I said it was pleasant. It was still so odd.

His cock was large, the corners of my mouth stretching and straining to swallow him.

His hand was in my hair, his phone in the other.

"Good girl. Lore needs a teaser before I give him the real shit don't you agree, love?" He asked, breathless.

I hummed, my head movement never slowing.

"Look up." He said and I did, my eyes watering as he thrusted down my throat.

"Such a good little slut. Good Nora." He moaned.

I whined as he pulled my hair harder.

He set the phone down and began fucking my mouth with no mercy, his free hand under my chin, feeling as he pressed his cock down my throat.

"My god. You feel so fucking good." He moaned.

My hands were on his calves, tears slipping from my eyes. I knew my throat would be sore for a while. He was large and the piercings pressed hard into my throat.

"That's my girl." He whispered, one final thrust before he pulled out.

"Open baby." He said and I did, gently pushing two fingers into my mouth and down my throat.

I gagged, coughing as he smiled at me.

"Good. Keep looking at me." He whispered and I did.

He pulled them up before pushing them back down.

I dug my nails into his legs, his lips pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Stand up." He removed his hands from me.

I did as he asked.

He grabbed me, pulling me onto his lap, adjusting me so my back was in his chest and my legs were wide open.

He pressed the two fingers that were down my throat into me, curling them almost immediately.

"Hale!" I screamed, pushing at the arm wrapped around my waist.

"Don't fucking move." He snarled in my ear and I felt my eyes cross, my focus becoming less and less and he forced an orgasm out of me so fucking fast.

"That's my girl. So fucking good for me."

I gasped, words unable to leave me as he stood, placing my trembling legs on the floor as his hand tangled in my hair, yanking.

"Come on. Walk with me." He used his free hand to clutch my throat and began walking, I was being dragged at this point and god I was throbbing, I didn't get to ride out my high. Selfish bastard.

I was then bent over a table.

"Tell me what I told you earlier. What did I say I would do?" He slapped my ass, my face against the wood.

His fingers toyed with my clit.

"You won't be nice to me." I answered.

His teeth grazed along my shoulder blade biting softly.

"Mmhm. What else?"

"Against the wall, on the table, fucked on every inch of this cabin before we leave." I repeated.

"Yeah. What else?"

"You'll take me on the kitchen floor, on the counter, all the way until you press my face into the pillows of the bed while you break me."

"Such a good memory. Do you still want that from me? I only gave you a taste of what tonight will look like. Should I keep my word?" He asked, pushing at the jewel that made my insides stir and my clit throb.

"Please."

"What does that mean?"

"Yes! Yes please."

I groaned as I felt his tongue drag up my pussy.

His hands came and held my thighs as he sucked over my clit, gently fucking me with his tongue.

It was so good.

"Where should we begin?" He asked, almost to himself.

"I'm already on the table."

So he stood, and silence was behind me until metal slid along my slit and I couldn't hide the slight fear I felt.

"Relax, Nora." He pushed into me and I gasped.

It hurt. But in the best way.

And he pushed deeper and deeper until I couldn't even take a deep breath.

"Hale!" I squealed, and his hands came to my hips.

"I'm going to fuck you now. Really fucking hard. If you need me to actually stop, say red, otherwise, I won't. Alright my love?"

He asked, bending down and kissing my back.

I felt his teeth as he left a hickey.

"Okay." I nodded, clutching the edges of the table as he stood, pulling out, and beginning to fuck me, it wasn't fast but every time he went as deep as he was allowed inside of me.

"So fucking tight, Nora." He moaned, and I was getting used to the pressure it put on my butt since I had this stupid plug in. But as odd and painful as it was, it was so fucking addicting.

He went quicker, increasing every time a sound of pleasure left my lips.

"You're doing so good." He gently pushed on the jewel and I made a sound of shock, earning me a chuckle.

"I might put the larger one in later hm? Help you feel really stretched and good." He gently pressed into me, his piercings were such an odd feeling for my insides.

"Yeah."

"Yeah? Would that be alright?"

"Yes."

"My perfect girl." He collected my hair in his hand.

He tugged and now I was being pounded, the table moving with every thrust and my legs were so weak from how intense he was.

It felt so good. I felt so full.

"I want you against a fucking wall, Nora. Come on."