Her Love Shattered His World

"OMG, Tay, you're one of a kind, you know that?” Roger panted, his hands fisted in her hair, guiding her along his shaft. “Your mouth is fucking magical, baby.” He threw his head back with a groan, hips lifting. Ass clenched. Cock twitching.

She didn’t let up. Couldn’t stop. Tayla wanted his cum in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his shaft as she dragged him from her lips, licking his slit to draw his spicy goodness into her mouth.

“Only for you, lover.” She licked his balls before sucking them, one at a time, into her mouth. “You’re the only one for me, baby.”

“Oh yeah, lover, I know.” Roger rolled his hips, settling himself back in her mouth, her teeth grazing the satin hardness of his cock. “Just like I’m all yours, baby. All yours.”

He closed his eyes, missing the hard, calculating look in hers. She blinked, and it disappeared, replaced by a love so great she would do anything to preserve it.

Anything to keep him with her.

She hummed in delight. He groaned in ecstasy. Her hand slipped down her body, pinching her nipples before caressing their way down to her pussy. She grabbed herself, squeezing her bare mound. One finger dipped between her lips, rubbing her clit, then running through her slick pussy to her opening.

Her tongue soothed the burn of her teeth on his length. He shuddered at her touch, cock twitching as his balls pulled tight to his body.

Tay pushed two fingers into her cunt, pumping them slowly in and out as her hips rocked with the rhythm. She pulled him into her mouth one more time, deep throating him until she swallowed the head of his cock, sending a stream of pre-cum down her throat.

With a contented groan, she popped him out of her mouth, biting her lip and sending him a naughty grin.

“Feeling adventurous, Rog?” She reached for her bag, pulling a strawberry-shaped glass plug and a long, thin black bag from the side pocket.

“May I?” She holds up the butt plug with a grin,

Roger always found butt play interesting, but his Tayla made it fun, too. No way he’d refuse that action.

“Fucken-A, baby.” He laid back on the bed, pulling his knees to his chest and exposing his puckered entrance. “Go for it.” She pumped the plug into her pussy a few times, coating it in her juices, and slowly pushed it into her lover’s ass. Once it sat comfortably between his taut ass cheeks, she sat back on her haunches and smirked at him.

“Now, Roger, there’s something you need to remember. Okay?” Confused, he looked into her eyes and swallowed hard. “You cannot, under any circumstances, clench down on that plug. Got it?”

“Yes. Got it.” He nodded, licking his lips and watching her finger run down the soaked seam of her cunt. “Why not, though?”

Tayla adjusts her position. Feet flat on the bed. Knees bent. One hand behind her for support. Head cocked, she smiled at the man who stole her heart her first day of college.

She leans forward, her free hand cupping Roger’s cheek, thumb brushing over his lower lip. Apprehensive, the love he thought he saw in her eyes soothed the anxiety welling up in him.

“Well, lover,” she leaned over, lips a hair from his, “if you cum or clench those tight buns of yours, that fragile butt plug will shatter in your ass. Glass shards will spread throughout your bowels, causing untold internal damage.” She placed a gentle kiss on his mouth, biting his bottom lip. “Now remember… don’t cum. You don’t want to clench up.”

A fiendish presence lurked behind the sexy gleam in her eye. His gut told him to be wary of her mile-wide mean streak.

She leaned back, patted him on the shoulder, and put her hand back on her pussy. One finger tracing her clit, rubbing it and pinching it. Her knees fell to the bed, and she sat, splayed, before him.

Tayla watched his face. And his cock. Corners of her mouth curved up when she saw his eyes widen, turning into a full-blown grin when his cock began bobbing in his lap.

“You like that, lover?” She ran her fingers down the length of her seam as she played with her cunt. Playfully, she reached over to swipe pre-cum from the tip of his stiffening cock.

“That’s dirty pool, baby.” Roger fought his body’s inclination to rock into her touch. “How can I keep from cumming if you do that?”

She slurped her finger clean, continuing to pump his length. Her pussy flooded with arousal as he thickened in her hand. Slow, sure strokes edged him closer to release.

“Oh, baby,” she licked her lips and gave him a salacious grin, “I love it when you cum for me. And you love it when I take you to the edge and back. It’s all good.”

Hand still pumping his shaft, thumb pressed hard against her little button, Tayla threw her head back with a groan and dipped two fingers into her channel. Curled up, thick like a little cock, her fingers dove in and out of her drenched hole. Faster and faster, with her thumb matching the frantic rhythm as her hips thrust up into her hand.

“Don’t worry, Roger baby, you can do it. You have more self-control than that.” Her eyes narrowed at him, calculating and cold before innocence pushed it aside. “You’d never let temptation take you from me, would you?”

Roger swallowed his dread back, choosing to trust her and her love for him. He wished he shared her faith in his self-control.

Fingers still curled around his cock, her strokes still slow and steady. She pulled him along with her. Roger pushed his hands into the mattress, lifting his ass off the deep blue silk sheet. Eyes squeezed shut, he willed himself to keep it together.

“Tay… baby… please.” His Adam’s apple bobbed with the effort to keep from blowing his load. “Please stop. I can’t take much more.” She didn’t let up. He begged her, “Please, baby. Please stop,” desperate for release or relief from the orgasm building in his sack. His balls hardened, drawing up tight against his body. Roger reached over, stilling Tayla’s movements.

He was nervous. His bodily control was slipping.

“Please, Tay.” Some may have doubted her, but he knew she was capable of what she says would happen with the glass butt plug. Hoarse with the effort of keeping himself in check, Roger’s eyes pleaded with her. Begging for redemption.

Pulling her drenched digits from her cunt, she removed his hand before slipping her fingers into his mouth. He closed his eyes at her sweet scent, tongue lapping at her juices. Groan of delight at her cinnamon-lemon taste overwhelmed him.

She stroked him. Renewed vigour and passion pushing him over the edge. He couldn’t fight it any longer. Trust in her and her love for him gave him the push to let go.

“Ugh-unh!” Cum burst from his cock, coating his belly and her hands with his seed. He squeezed his eyes shut, head back, and cried out his pleasure as he clenched his entire body, bracing for the longest orgasm of his life.

Eyes flying open, a strangled cry of despair echoed around the room as the glass plug shattered inside his body. Shards flew around his bowels, embedding themselves into the soft, internal tissue. Roger turned to the woman he loved. One thing preyed on his mind.

“You were serious?” He whispered, hoping he was wrong.

“Are you okay, lover?” Her cackle sent shivers of dread down his spine. “Do you notice that? That cold is liquid nitrogen spilling from the shattered glass.”

Roger understood the consequences of liquid nitrogen, but he still wondered why she would do this to him. Hurt at her betrayal, he croaked out the question, waiting to hear her reasons.

“I don’t understand… why?!?”

She didn’t say a word, reached into her bag and pulled out a handful of photos. Small, black and white, clear as day, photos.

Of him. With her mother. Her cousin, Len. And with her twin aunts, Bekki and LuLu.

In lots of compromising positions.

Lips dry, Roger looked up at her, mouth flapping open like a fish in the bottom of a dinghy. No words would make it better.

“Nothing else matters, does it, lover?” Hand still on his softening cock, Tayla stroked him, loving and gentle. “You’ll join them soon enough.”

Her maniacal laugh washed over him as he closed eyes, resigned to his fate. As he lay there, feeling an iciness fill his belly, he knew he’d never met anyone quite like Tayla before.

And he wished he never had.