Renee felt the stretch and burn from the size of Weasel’s dick.

“It’s so fucking good, baby. You feel so damn good … so mine.” They’d found themselves in the bedroom, her being surrounded by Weasel’s woodsy smelling sheets. He placed a hand on each of her thighs and continued to push deep into her, fucking her, trying to get them both off.

And then it was like something in him snapped. He started to fuck her in long, hard strokes. Over and over he plowed into her, the sounds of their sex, of their moans, filling the room. They were both sweating, and wetness from his chest dripped onto her body, making her even more aroused.

She grabbed onto his biceps and dug her nails into his flesh.

“God, I’m going to fuck you so good and hard.” Weasel flipped her onto her belly, and gave her ass a hard slap, making a high-pitched sound leave her. He pushed her legs apart, and she felt the chilled air move along her heated pussy lips.

Renee looked over her shoulder to see Weasel stroking his cock, his movements fast, frantic. He used his other hand to slip his finger through her slit and gather her pussy juice. She’d come sooner than later.

And then she felt him slide that slickened digit over her asshole. She tensed, the heat moving through her swiftly.

She braced herself for what was to come but also anticipated it. He thrust back into her pussy in a long hard stroke, having her cry out in pleasure.

Wesel pumped into her fast and hard, fucking her into oblivion.

“You what I’m doing to you?” His voice was gruff as he asked her the question.

“God, yes,” she whispered.

“Beg me for more.”

“I want more,” she said without hesitation, needing it like she needed to breathe. He pulled out of her pussy before she could protest. He was smoothing a finger through her folds again, gathering her wetness. He moved those digits to her anus and rubbed the arousal she’d made for him along the tightened hole.

And then he thrust the fingers into her anus until her inner muscle clenched around them.

“Yes,” he said on a harsh whisper.

He removed his fingers from her ass, grabbed her cheeks, and spread her bottom wide. He could see her … all of her. She turned her head to watch him. Before she knew what was happening Weasel let saliva drip from the tip of his tongue to her anus, making her wet, soaked for him.

Oh God. So hot.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you in the ass. Ask me for it.” He used his finger to spread the spit around her tight hole. “Ask for it.”

“Fuck me in the ass.” Renee didn’t even care how that sounded, how she’d never actually had someone back there before.

He moved away from her before she knew what was happening, and a second later he was back on the bed behind her, smearing lube on her asshole. He slipped his finger inside of her ass again until he was deep in her body, making her nice and wet for him. The groan that came from him was long and deep.

After several seconds, he removed the digit and replaced it with the thick crown of his cock at her back hole.

Renee was so nervous but also so ready.

“Are you ready for me?”

“God, yes, Weasel.”

He started pushing into her. “I’ll be good to you, Renee baby. I’ll be gentle and so fucking good.” He pushed through the tight ring of muscle of her ass and when he was fully in her, they both let out this hoarse sound. She was so stretched, so full.

“I know you will, Weasel. You’re always good to me.”

“So. Fucking. Good.” For long minutes, all he did was push into her and pull out slowly, letting her get adjusted. Then he started picking up his speed and fucked her with long, powerful strokes. His balls slapped her pussy, the sound erotic, dirty … good.

“I own you.” He gripped a chunk of her hair with his other hand and pulled her head back. With her throat arched, bared, she felt vulnerable but in a good way.

“That’s it. Let go for me, baby.” He tightened his hold on her hair. She cried out as he thrust harder and faster. “Yeah, that’s so fucking it.” And then he groaned deeply and pulled out of her. She felt the hot jets of his cum cover her ass and lower back. It felt like it burned her, but God was it so good.

He relaxed atop her for only a second before he was lying beside her, panting. She collapsed, closed her eyes, and just let the post-euphoric haze wash over her. She opened her eyes to see Weasel watching her.

“That’s how it is to be owned, baby.” He rolled onto his side and pulled her closer to him. “That’s what it’s like to be mine.”

Yes. Yes, it was.