My voice came out hoarse, broken by lingering gasps. 'Please... fuck my ass, sir. I need it, I need you to own every part of me.' 

Satisfied, he pushed in gradually, the stretch burning fiercely at first, making me cry out and clench around the intrusion. He paused, letting me adjust, his hand stroking my side almost soothingly before he thrust deeper, burying himself to the hilt. 

The fullness was intense, different from my pussy—tighter, more invasive—and he started a slow rhythm, building speed as I relaxed into it. One hand reached around to pinch my clit, rolling it between his fingers, while the other kept my hair pulled back,...