Tell Me (One Night with Sole Regret 6)

“Ready?” he asked.

For him to f**k her unconscious? Yes, she was definitely ready. She moaned in the affirmative. He pulled his fingers free and something hard pressed against her ass. It entered her with a sudden pop. She gasped in delight. It was one of those beads she so enjoyed. At least that’s what she thought until his fingers massaged more cooling lube around her opening and he pressed forward on the device and another bead popped into her ass. Maybe she was imagining it, but that one felt slightly larger than the first. As he forced a third, a fourth, and a fifth bead into her, she was certain they were getting larger.

“One more,” he said, “and then you’ll find out why my anal beads aren’t like any you’ve tried.”

She didn’t want to dampen his enthusiasm by pointing out that any anal beads were like ones she hadn’t tried because this was a first for her. Due to its size, the pressure caused by the final bead entering her was almost unbearable, but once in place, it felt so delightfully there. She cried out in need, lost in the unfamiliar sensation.

“Are you okay?” Gabe asked. He stroked her thighs, drawing her attention to her trembling legs.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Love it.”

He twisted something at the exposed end of the shaft of beads and it took her a moment to even comprehend what was happening. A small marble—or something—was rubbing against the outer surface of her hole in a constant circular trajectory. Each lap of the marble around its track increased her awareness of the pleasure radiating out from and in towards her ass.

“Oh my God, Gabe!” she cried as her pu**y and ass clenched rhythmically with the first spasms of release.

“Damn, woman,” he said, “don’t come yet. I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”

She tried clenching her internal muscles to stop the waves of orgasm and was partially successful. Cutting off an orgasm made her feel miserably needy, however, and she shifted against the sheets. Gabe lifted her hips off the bed until she was on her knees with her face still pressed against the mattress. He could have hung her from the ceiling by her ankles at that point and she wouldn’t have protested. She trusted this man to do her right.

“Relax,” he said from behind her. His c**k slipped inside her pu**y.

“God, yes,” she groaned into the mattress, and rocked back to try to force him deeper.

“Hold still, baby,” he murmured. “Really still. Until I’m all the way inside.”

She whimpered and concentrated on remaining still. That little marble rubbing her ass was driving her freaking insane. She needed to come immediately.

It occurred to her that even with the lube, Gabe was having difficulty entering her. And he was so thick. Much thicker than usual. He spread her legs wider, until her hips protested their overextension. Face buried in the mattress, she reached her arms over her head and clung to the sheets.

Gabe used his hands to ease her pu**y wider. She was pretty sure he was trying to rip her in half.

“It’ll hurt for just a second,” he promised. He grabbed her hips and suddenly thrust hard. A large bump on the underside of his c**k stretched her beyond her limit.

She whimpered in pain.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered. “I need to design a better way to insert it. I promise it will feel amazing once I find your spot.”

Gabe, plus whatever sleeve he was wearing over his cock, slipped deeper. When the thickened nub on the underside of the device rubbed against her front wall and found the spot he was referring to, she groaned.

“There it is,” he said. “I’m going to turn it on now. Are you ready?”

She didn’t know what she was agreeing to, but she nodded. The nub inside her vibrated hard against her G-spot, and pleasure shot through her entire body. Gabe began to move and apparently the sleeve around his c**k was doing something for him too because he was groaning and gasping and swearing under his breath with each thrust. The motion of his hips moved the c**k sleeve just enough to rub that maddening vibrating nub against Melanie’s G-spot over and over and over again. She wasn’t sure when she’d started coming, but she was pretty sure she wouldn’t ever be able to stop.

“Tell me when you come, baby, so I can pull out the beads,” he said.

“I’m already.” She gasped.

“Did I miss it? I can’t tell when I’m wearing the sleeve. It massages the base of my c**k so good, but it prevents me from feeling you squeeze me when you come.”

“Still… coming. Oh… God.”

“Take a deep breath.”

She tried, but she was gasping too hard. Were those tears on her cheeks? Or drool? Was it possible to literally explode from pleasure?

She felt a harsh tug on her ass and the first bead popped free. She cried out, her fingers clinging to the bedclothes beneath her face as she held on for another round of exquisite pleasure. The successive and rapid removal of the beads sent deeper waves of bliss crashing through her body. She couldn’t even track what was happening to her any longer. Gabe soothed her raw and quivering ass with his fingertips. She whimpered as he thrust his hips faster and churned deep inside her. She wasn’t sure when she started begging for mercy, but she simply couldn’t take any more.

“Too much, Gabe. Too much. Too much. Oh God.”

“Rub your clit,” Gabe murmured. “It will help.”

“I don’t need to come again,” she snapped. “I need to stop coming.”

“Well, if you won’t do what you’re told…”

Still massaging her in the back with one hand, he reached his free hand around her and massaged her clit with the exact same cadence. She cried out as a more familiar orgasm ripped through her pu**y, and he was right—it let the one caused by overstimulation of her G-spot to fade from torture to bliss.

Gabe’s motions became jerky behind her, and he called out as he joined her in release. He shook and sputtered far longer than was usual, and then he collapsed against her back, his arms falling limp on either side of her body.

“That was f**king amazing,” he murmured.

She murmured something unintelligible in agreement. She’d never felt anything like what she’d just experienced. That had been so much more than a typical orgasm. She was going to name it megagasm. Or she would once she remembered how to move her tongue.

“I have to pull out before I’m too soft,” Gabe said. “It should be easier coming out than going in.”