that they were meant to be together forever, but he was supremely confident in his powers of persuasion.
He left her again just long enough to grab lubrication and a condom and, after sheathing himself, climbed onto the bed between her legs. He used his knees to further spread her thighs, and when he rested his palm at the small of her back, she whimpered and rose to his touch.
“Talk to me now.” He spread her cheeks, drizzling lubrication slowly over her exposed anus. “You know what I'm going to do. Are you ready for me?” He massaged the cool gel all the way to her weeping pussy and back before teasing her puckered rear hole.
“I can't take any more.” She wiggled her body and pulled on her silk restraints. “Please make love to me. I need to feel you inside me.”
“Inside you where? Here?” He plunged two fingers deep into her pussy, careful not to touch her clit, knowing how tightly she was strung and not wanting her to come until his cock was deep inside her. “Or do you want something here?” Carefully, he breached her ass with two other fingers.
“Either, both, my God, I don't care. Just let me come!”
“Well, if you don't care...” He removed all of his fingers and sat back on his heels far enough to let her feel his retreat. “Maybe I haven't prepared you properly, and we should start again?”
“In my ass,” she panted while writhing in complete abandon. “Please!”
Jackson could barely contain a shout of joy at her honesty and her surrender. He spread her wide and began his entry into her virgin asshole. With infinite care, he filled her, stretched her and possessed her, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt in her snug warmth.
Ellie's fingers throbbed as she pulled on her restraints. At first, she worried there was no way her body would accept such an invasion, that Jackson would split her in two. But, after the first painful shock of his penetration, heat spread through her body as he continued his entry. Now with his heavy balls lying against her pussy and his body as tight to hers as physically possible, she gloried in the intimacy of their connection.
“Are you okay, Eleanor?” He groaned the question close to her ear.
“Love me, Jackson. Hard, fast, take me the way I know you want to.” She ground her hips against him in encouragement.
He responded immediately. Holding onto her waist tightly, he pulled back then took her body with purposeful strokes, each time burying his cock to the hilt only to withdraw and return again, faster and harder.
Ellie cried out in ecstasy when he finally let go and fucked her with every ounce of strength and passion he had. She matched his powerful rhythm, wanting him to understand she was his in every sense of the word. His fevered pace, his moans of pleasure, the slickness of his heated flesh against hers, all combined to bring her to a level of arousal she had never dreamed possible.
When her body exploded into a million shattering pieces, she screamed in joy and bucked uncontrollably. She couldn't get him close enough or deep enough. She wanted this to last forever. She vaguely registered that one of her arms was no longer supported by the silk, and she grabbed blindly at the headboard for leverage. Jackson pounded into her at a frenzied pace until he stiffened and shouted triumphantly.
Sated, exhausted and a bit overwhelmed, Ellie drifted on a wave of pure emotion. Ragged breathing and logs splitting in the fireplace were the only sounds in the room. Finally, Ellie moved a little, loving the feel of Jackson draped across her back while still deeply embedded in her body, but feeling a tingle of discomfort in one of her shoulders.
“I may have pulled a muscle,” she commented quietly, turning her one still-tethered wrist gingerly. She smiled to herself as Jackson immediately rose up, threw her blindfold onto the floor and untangled her wrist from the silk. He rolled over and gathered her close. Seeing worry in his beautiful
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