Through the Back Door

He stills and for a brief moment you think his eyes shine gold. He jumps towards you letting out a primal growl, sinking between your asscheeks, lapping your asshole. He holds your cheeks wide open, leaving finger shaped bruises.
You moan like the whore you are, dripping all over the bed.
He rubs his fingers through your folds, lubing them up, shoving two in right away with no resistance.

You whine, it shouldn't be that easy, this is the first time you do something like this. You barely feel any strech as if your body was made for it. You want to worry but your mind is a haze of pleasure and pain.
With a pitiful moan you cum once again as Ethan presses another finger in and then another.

At this rate he would be able to fist you.

You whine as he takes them out, feeling empty, your hole begging to be filled. He slaps his dick against it, pressing your cheeks together, fucking the space between.

"Sam" He growls

You look over your shoulder meeting his eyes, he looks like he is controling himself, waiting for you to say yes.

"P-ple-eas..."

Then he pounce.

He sheats himself in one brutal trust, ripping another orgasm out of you, fucking you with a brutal pace. His dick pierces you, rearranging your insides.
You only moan, your eyes rolling back, your brain melting into a mush of pleasure.
He holds you in place, bruising you, his nails bitting into your skin, the sound of his hips hitting your ass and your moans filling the room.
You don't know how many times you had come, pleasure hazing your mind.

Something is wrong but you don't care anymore.

He stills, letting out a a deep growl, cumming depp inside of you, filling you with your cum.