A Friday Night Call...... - Endymion Private

She would be walking funny, but she kept taking him, as she begged for him to stop he knew that she had a safe word and she wasn't using it. She was panting and got her breath, before she'd start to cry out again, he was getting an earful and she was much looser then when he started to fuck her.

He didn't seem to mind that. In fact, the more she loosened up, the more he smiled. He had plans for her, and she would take more of him before the night was through.

She was bucking hard against him as he kept taking her as she held on to him and kissed him hard.

When she kissed him, he pulled her off of him. And once again, she felt his hand against her, his fingers curling so that he could fill her with his fist again.

She wiggled with a press against his fingers, then a "NO!" as she felt him working his whole fist again into her as she called out in pain and pleasure as she and he both knew she could and would take him.

He smiled as she cried out, trying to tell him no. It didn't stop him at all, it only made him curl his fist to press harder inside of her.

"Yes," he answered her, his fingers stretching her as he worked his fist inside of her.

She was arching to meet his fist, she wasn't stopping even as she screamed no, he felt her trembling around his fist as she kept riding his fist. She was thrashing her head while she whimpered no but her body really was saying yes.

His free hand reached up to tangle in her hair. She was still over him, riding his fist, so he used his free hand to yank her head back by the hair, stopping her thrashing. And inside of her, his fist worked, a low growl of pleasure coming from him as he felt his fist sliding fully inside of her.

She was arched almost in two as he held her hair, her body fully around his fist as he heard her whimpering soft cries as he moved his fist and she was holding still for him to do as he wished in her body.

Once his fist was in her, he no longer felt the need to be slow or gentle. He used it to fuck her and fuck her hard, his eyes watching her and growling quietly from just the pleasure of watching her pleasure/pain.

That got a head arched back, screams out as he fucked her with his fist and she took it. She writhed on his fist and took the whole fist as she reveled in the painful pleasure.

And he was more than happy to continue using his fist to fuck her while she screamed in her pleasure and her pain for as long as she wanted him to.

She rode on him as long as she could take it, still she finally passed out or wore herself out and couldn't cry out or move anymore. She was like an over cooked spaghetti all limp and mushy.

Slowly, he flexed his wrist until he had withdrawn it from her. And since she was all limp, he pulled her to him so that she could lay her head against his chest.

She couldn't stop him, she softly whimpered as he removed his hand, but gave a happy sigh as he let her lay on his chest.

He smiled and kissed the top of her head.

"Better?"

A muffled "Yes" as she didn't sound to awake as she snuggled into his chest more.

He laughed and let her lean against him.

She was out of it, he could easily move her and she'd not wake till morning, and probably not be able to move till noon.


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He put her in bed, kissed the top of her head, and left.

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