“Wait,” she gasped.

He shifted forward, and the ball at the end of the slender rod popped into her ass while his cock pressed deeper into her pussy.

“Gabe, wait, I . . . ”

“Does it hurt?”

No, actually it felt fucking amazing. But she didn’t like things in her ass. At least that’s what she’d anticipated. She wasn’t exactly an expert at anal play.

“Melanie?”

“I’m not sure,” she admitted, rubbing her hot face against the covers. She concentrated on what she was feeling back there. The rod was so slender and his cock was so thick, she couldn’t feel much of anything inside her ass at all. It felt cool and wet, but she felt no pressure inside. “I can’t really feel it much now.”

He pulled back and the knob at the end of his attachment popped out of her ass. She cried out in bliss.

“Did you feel that?” She could hear the smile in his voice.

“Y-yes.”

“And did it feel good or did it hurt?”

“Good.” It was the longest sentence she could manage.

“Okay, I’m going to turn on the vibration now. Are you ready?”

“Good.” She rocked backward, seeking double penetration again. “Feels good.”

He reached around her body and pressed something between her legs. The device attached to her clit hummed to life. Her entire body went taut, and she moaned.

“My goal is to make you scream my name. Give me what I want, but make me work for it.”

He leaned against her back and reached under her, gathering the chain that was dangling from her belly into one fist. The pull tugged on her nipples and clit with just enough pressure to send jolts of pleasure through her breasts and womb, yet it put a stop to the vibration against her clit. Gabe then loosened his grip, which eased the pull on her sensitized flesh but buzzed her clit again. He alternated between pulling the chain and allowing it to loosen—between tug and vibration—over and over again. It brought her to orgasm in seconds. Before she recovered, he began to pump his hips, filling her clenching pussy with thick cock and popping that little knob in and out of her ass until tears were streaming from both eyes and she was begging for mercy. He tugged the chain with each thrust, pleasuring so many parts of her at the same time that her body was lost to sensation and ecstasy.

God, she was coming hard, so hard, and she couldn’t stop.

“Gabe,” she cried. “Gabe! Gabe! Too much. Please.” And then she really was screaming his name. Loud and repeatedly. The only other word she could manage to scream was “fuck”.

When her voice grew hoarse and eventually failed her, she comprehended he was chuckling at her insanity. “You need to practice some orgasm delaying techniques, Mel,” he said. At least that’s what she thought he said. Her ears were still ringing with her own screams. She fought to catch her breath, whimpering now, still consumed with pleasure, but too drained to scream anymore.

He reached between her legs to shut off the vibrator and allowed the chain to sway beneath her with each of his powerful thrusts. He pounded against her cervix with each plunge inward and popped that maddening device out of her clenching ass with each outward stroke. She couldn’t decide which motion gave her more pleasure.

She clung to the sheets beneath her face and closed her eyes, her entire body quivering. His concentration absolute, he didn’t seem close to finding his own release at all. Apparently, that cock ring of his assisted him with orgasm delay. She moaned as her pleasure began to rebuild. It felt so good. He felt so good. Filling her. Pressing deep. She rocked against him, encouraging his steady strokes.

And as if his powerful thrusts weren’t enough, that little knob popping in and out of her slickened ass was driving her insane. He rested one hand on her ass to make sure it plunged into her at just the right angle. It teased her. Made her crave something larger inside there. Something thicker. Deeper. Made her think maybe she’d like him to fuck her there, too. Ram his huge, thick cock in her ass. Would it hurt? Would she be able to take it? Just thinking about it made her pussy tighten and her ass strain for increased stimulation. Soon she was coming again and screaming his name even louder. When the quaking of her body began to subside and only the occasional aftershock of pleasure pulsed through it, she lifted her face from the covers.

“Please, Gabe. I can’t take anymore.”

“Shh, baby. Almost. I’ll try to hurry for you.”

His fingers dug into her hips, and he fucked her harder. Harder. She rocked back to meet his thrusts, because despite what she said, she wanted more. More Gabe. More. More.

“More,” she sputtered, rubbing her sweaty face over the mattress. “Oh yes, please more.”

“That’s it. Take all the pleasure I give you, baby. Take it.”

He fisted his hand around the chain, yanking hard on her nipples and clit. Fuck. It hurt so good after all the pleasure he’d given her.

“Spank me,” she pleaded.

He landed one hard smack on the cheek of her ass and sent her flying over the edge again. She clung to the bedclothes and let the pleasure wash over her. She didn’t know if his name was echoing in her mind or if she was still screaming it aloud. One thing was for sure, she was unequivocally lost in the man and never wanted to be found again.

Chapter 10

Watching Melanie get off so hard excited Gabe almost as much as the feel of her pussy clenching around his plunging cock. He couldn’t believe she was coming again. He’d heard of multi-orgasmic women—he’d even fucked a few—but this was ridiculous. Of course, it was his devices that had her so overwhelmed with pleasure that her body was drenched in sweat, her words had become incoherent, and she was drooling all over the bed.

He had honestly thought his perversion would turn her away. What kind of guy thought about how to make a woman come so much and so hard that he not only imagined devices to get the job done, but designed and made them? He’d expected her to head for the hills in terror when he’d told her about his unusual hobby. He was sure most women would have freaked the fuck out. It was probably why he’d told her in the first place. His way of driving her away. But Hell, if she was okay with it, he was more than eager to share it with her.

Seeing her mingling with the band had scared the ever-loving shit out of him. It had made her real. Not just some nice girl he could remember fondly while whiling away the long lonely hours on the tour bus. Not some girl he’d spent one night with, hoping for more. She wasn’t some fantasy in his overactive imagination; she was real. And not just to him, but to everyone.

And . . . Not only had she not called him a freak for inventing sex toys, she seemed to be perfectly okay with his hobby. She’d not only screamed his name, she’d screamed in pure, bone-deep pleasure. And when the pleasure became too much, he’d showed her how a little pain made it even better and she’d fucking liked it so much she’d erupted with another orgasm. She was perfect. He wanted to use every prototype in his collection on her. Wanted her trembling with pleasure again and again and again. Wanted to fuck her every which way he’d ever imagined.

He had to get her to visit him in Austin.

Gabe cringed as he unsnapped the leather band at the base of his cock. It would take him an hour to come with that strap squeezing his dick closed at the base, and she really did seem to be at her limit. She shuddered as he tugged the knob free of her ass for the last time and set the gadget aside.

“Love that thing,” she whispered, her voice raw.

“I’ll use it again next time,” he promised. “I have them in all different shapes and sizes. We’ll figure out which one feels the best.”

“Next time . . . I hope there are many, many next times.”