Lexi

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What had possessed me to tell him about wearing the plug while he was gone? He put the same plug into me after we ate, gave me more orgasms than I could count, but then started working me up without tipping me over before he showed me a bigger one.

“If you say Brussels sprouts while I’m putting it in, we’ll take it out and put the one you have back in, but I think you can handle this one.”

By this time, I was frantic with need and would’ve agreed to just about anything.

“Can I play with myself while you do it?”

“No, but I’ll fuck you once it’s in.”

My body reacted before my brain engaged, and I went to knees and chest before I even realized I was going to.

My entire body shuddered when his finger swiped between my lips once, twice. Two fingers sank inside, and my groan was seven octaves lower than normal.

And then the plug came out, the bigger one pressed in, and I had to focus to keep from squirming away from it.

“Breathe and relax, sweetheart.”

Etta had told me to push out, and when I did, it slid right in. I squealed and possibly screamed when the widest part opened me, but then it was in and I needed him inside me.

He didn’t make me wait — he was granite hard and fatter than I remembered, and he pressed faster than he had yet, but I wanted it. Welcomed it. Craved it.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Feel so damned good.”

His hands gripped my hips and he sank into me until I squealed again — he was too deep!

He pulled out, changed angles, sank into me again, and pulled out before he hurt me.

“Again!”

“You aren’t in any position to be givin’ orders, Half-pint.”

“Please!”

“That’s better.”

He gave me what I wanted, and before long I was jerking around while his oh-so-hard length filled me over and over. I writhed all over, completely out of control, screaming his name. He was inside me. Owning me. Taking me. Driving me higher and higher until I thought I’d die from the pleasure, but still, he gave me more.

I didn’t understand what was happening when the plug came out and something else pressed into my bottom.

Not at first.

But when I felt the head slide in, and realized he was inside me, I froze on the outside, but my insides went crazy with an orgasm I can’t describe. It was mental and anal, with nothing touching my clit or pussy.

Nothing in my life had prepared me for the overwhelming need, desire, craving, fire. Bubbles was in my most forbidden place, where no one had been before, and it was naughty, and beautiful, and so fucking right I wanted to cry — but because I was overwhelmed, not from pain.

Because it was uncomfortable and wrong — and oh-so-right —but it didn’t hurt. At all.

“How?!”

“I’m skinny, sweetheart. I’m gonna push in a little more. Ready?”

“Fuck yes. Please!”

He didn’t stay in me long before he was back out and the plug was in me again.

“On your belly, sweetheart. Legs together tight.” He put the condom on while I got into position, and he mounted me without warning his legs outside mine, squeezing them together.

I gasped when he plunged into my pussy, and wished he’d let me play with myself, but didn’t bother asking.

He stopped moving. “Gonna go fat now. Stay relaxed. You good?”

“No I’m not good! You got me all hot and bothered and you’re talking!”

My next noises were unintelligible, because he fucking grew inside me, like a balloon, but fatter instead of longer. I sucked air in and tried to speak, to tell him I was okay and to do it again, but words wouldn’t form.

He didn’t need me to tell him, though. He went fatter, and fatter, and fatter. I squirmed and pumped under him, and reached for my clit.

“Hands where I can see them, sweetheart. You’ll come when I get you off, not when you do.”

“You said you’d stop being an asshole!”

He chuckled. “Said I’d try, not that I’d stop.”

Eventually, he went too fat and the stretch hurt, but I didn’t want him to stop. He must’ve used his sense of smell to figure it out, because he finally started moving inside me, and I could only chant the word yes over and over, with the occasional fuck thrown in.

Finally, he hammered me harder and faster than I thought possible, with his fist around his cock so he didn’t go too deep. Every time I’d try to play with my clit, he’d order my hands back out to the side, until I was begging for an orgasm, but he kept at it, fast and hard with no release, driving me higher and higher until I thought the top of my head might come off, but still he didn’t give me a release.

Until he reached around with his hand and changed angles inside me, and my consciousness exploded. Or imploded. Either way, it was as if Bubbles and me were one being, experiencing the world in colors we’d never seen before, savory sweet tastes I’d never imagined, and the most wondrous smells in impossibly vivid detail. Every sense was heightened while every cell in our bodies was bathed in bliss, and we were joined in every way possible — physical, mental, emotional. We were one, and it was beautiful. I hung in the bliss, experiencing it with him. Loving him, his wolf, and the being the two of them made up.

When it was over, I was crying and had no idea why.

“Are you okay?”

I turned on my side and curled into a ball against him. He wiped a tear and looked concerned, but his eyes were filled with liquid too, though he wasn’t crying.

“I’m overwhelmed. I love you so much. What was that?”

He held me tighter. “I don’t know. I’ve never felt so connected to someone.”

His cock slid out of me and I moaned in protest. I didn’t want to lose him inside me, but the plug was still in my bottom and I was still full.

So full.

“Oh. The plug! It’s too much!”

He made a shushing noise and rubbed my back. I tried to relax into him, but my muscles spasmed and tried to push it out.

“Okay, sweetheart. I gave you a bigger one when I came out of you, but we’ll go back to a smaller size. Try to be okay with it while I clean the other one and lube it again.”

“Don’t want the other one! Please take this one out!”

He didn’t say another word, but did exactly as I asked. I yelped when it came out, but then relaxed so much, I thought I might sink through the mattress and into the earth.

He chuckled, kissed my forehead, gathered stuff, and went to the bathroom. I have no idea what happened after that because I crashed until morning. I’m sure he probably came back to bed to hold me, but my off-button engaged and that was it.