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“I need you to relax,” Zaid whispers into my ear.
We’re laying on our sides, facing each other. My leg is over his waist and his hand reaches
behind me to my ass, where he is pressing the plug into. I grip onto his shoulders as I hiss. Even with all the lube, it’s a tight fit.
“It’s too big,” I shake my head, pressing my forehead to his.
He smiles, kissing my cheek and then my jaw. “How do you expect me to fuck you if you can’t take this? I’m much bigger.”
I lift my eyes to his, heat crawling up my cheeks. Oh god, he is so much bigger. He pushes it in a little more and I tense.
Zaid watches me, eyes sharp and dark. He smirks and says. “Alright, serious question.”
I blink, thrown off. “What?”
He pushes in the plug another inch and I gasp, tensing. He stops and tilts his head. “If
you had to fight a hundred duck–sized horses or one horse–sized duck, which would you pick?”
I just blink at him. My mind struggles to catch up with the sheer absurdity of what just came out of his mouth. “Are you–what?”
“Think about it,” he says, like this is a perfectly normal thing to discuss in the middle of
something like this.
I chuckle, and he takes advantage, pushing it in another inch. I try to keep myself untense, understanding what he is doing.
His eyes still watch mine carefully, a smile lifting his lips. “A horse–sized duck would be horrifying. But a hundred tiny horses? That’s an army. They might be able to bring you
down.”
I exhale a small, disbelieving laugh, and I feel my entire body relax. “That’s the dumbest question I’ve ever heard. I can’t believe you’re doing this.”
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He purses his lips together, frowning. “That’s not an answer.”
I shake my head, my fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders. “I have to think about
it.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “Really?”
I frown. “Yeah, what would you choose?”
He rolls his eyes. “That’s cheating.”
I laugh. “Cheating? This is all a bit ridiculous.”
He smiles, wide, enchanting. “Is it?”
He brings his hands between us, and immediately I feel the pressure in my ass. I’m stretched wide. It’s a tad uncomfortable, but it’s inside me. I’m full.
Like a switch, my mind and my body connect.
A broken gasp leaves my lips and I hold on to the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer. My pussy is clenching, begging for his attention. I can’t help but grind against his pants.
He chuckles, his hands caressing my ribs, down to my waist, and then my hips.
“Zaid,” I huskily whisper.
He presses kisses down my bellybutton. “Does it feel good to have your ass full?”
I nod, pushing his head down until he’s between my legs again. His breath fans every inch of my lips, of the inside of my thighs, and his shoulders shake with silent laughter.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
I hear… hear him lap at my pussy. My wetness sticking to his tongue and smacking
against his lips. The sound only turns me on more, makes me more desperate for relief. As
I grind against his face, the plug in my ass pushes in and slides out, building that beautiful pain in the pit of my stomach.
I feel my inner walls start to contract and I cry out, but then Zaid pulls away.
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“Fuck, Zaid! Please.”
He crawls up my body, shaking his head. “When you come again, I want to be inside you.”
Oh god, that sounds… perfect.
He kisses my neck and then pulls away entirely. He stands beside the bed and slowly undresses for me. I moan, my eyes taking in the feast of naked flesh before me. He is the most beautiful man I have ever seen.
My eyes drop to his erection and my eyes widen. “Zaid, I can’t… you can’t… that won’t
fit.”
He grips the base of it, pumping it once. “You can take me, love.”
My nostrils flare and my ass clenches around the plug. “You think so?”
He nods, the tension in his body, reaching an all–time high. “I was making us wait, because I didn’t want you to think that it’s all about sex for me.”
My eyes lift from his cock to his eyes, noting the sincerity in his dark pupils.
“You want me?” He asks, almost unsure of himself.
I nod fervently. “Yes. I think I always have.”
