Archive of Our Own

Slowly, carefully, he pressed the tip of his cock against you. Dragging the head of his cock over the slick entrance, teasing you, savoring every moment. The way your breath hitched. The way you shivered and tried to steady yourself. The way your body opened for him, one inch at a time.

“That’s it…good girl,” He praised, voice dropping lower as the head finally slipped past the resistance of the tight ring. Your breath hitched. His fingers dug into your hips.

“Shit—darlin'—” He groaned, jaw tight, muscles coiled. “You’re squeezin' me so hard…”

He leaned down slowly, pressing a kiss to your open mouth as he sank in another inch, then another. Your whimpers and your soft moans filled the room.

“You’re doin' so fuckin' good for me,” He murmured against your lips. "Takin' me so fuckin' well."

Remmick was almost all the way inside now, the pressure exquisite, almost unbearable. Your ass hugged his cock like a velvet vice, so tight he could barely move, and still your body fought to give more.

“You feel that?” He whispered against your lips, both hands now gripping your hips as he held still, letting you adjust. “That stretch… that fullness?”

He kissed you hard then, swallowing your moan.

When you whimpered again, thighs twitching from the pressure, he groaned. Deep and guttural before he began to move. Just a shallow pullback, a half an inch, before he rolled his hips back in, slow and controlled. His cock throbbed violently as you gripped him, and you could tell it took everything he had not to fuck you senseless right then and there.

When he slowly pulled back, just a few inches, then slid back in, your ass clung to him like your body was afraid to let go. The wet sounds of your slick mess coated the movement, easing the stretch, making it filthier, better.

Then, you moaned, softly, uncertainly. And the moment his voice slipped out again...

“That’s it…take my cock like the good lil' slut you are…”

You squeezed around him hard; his grip on you was painfully tight. Your body shuddered in response to his words.

“Fuck—” He growled through gritted teeth, his hand gripping your thigh. His hips stuttered before he resumed the slow, deep rhythm, praising you, filling you so deliberately it was like worship and violation all in one.

You couldn’t speak. You were too lost in the intense pleasure.

“Look at you,” He murmured as he thrust deep again, “all quiet now…too full to talk, too fucked to think. Just a pretty lil' toy, stretched open around my cock.”

You moaned softly in agreement.

“You love it,” He moaned, just before pulling all the way out, holding you open on the tip, just long enough for you to miss the fullness.

Then he slammed back in.

You screamed.

Your whole body convulsed, twitching around him as if he'd just set off fireworks of pleasure inside you. Your scream broke into grunts, helpless, rhythmic little cries that matched the deep, brutal pace he set as he fucked you, pushing you further instead of giving mercy.

“That’s it..." He snarled, hips slapping loud and filthy as he chased his release. “You were made for this—your ass was made to be bred and ruined by me.”

You clenched tighter than ever and cried out, your whole body shuddering violently.

He slammed deep and stayed, shoving into you to the hilt as he groaned, loud and guttural, spilling a hot and thick load inside your ass, so deep, and so much. You could feel it leaking out even as he pulsed and twitched against your walls.