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wider, and wider. The
depth training tool had been long, but skinny. Even when he’d inserted it
through the MEO training ring, the width was only at her entrance and not along
the entire length. She hadn’t expected to feel so much more full .
    “Permission to play with my clit, Sir? Master?” she
asked, gasping.
    His left hand moved from her hip to caress her lower
back. “Yes. Do what you need in order to enjoy it, Samantha.”
    “Thank you, Sir,” she said as she released the
footboard with her right hand, found her clit, and ran her fingers along either
side of it before stroking the base.
    He was too big, and the stretch began to burn. Sam
heard herself whine and Ethan returned his hand to her hip and pulled back a
few centimeters, but it wasn’t enough and she squealed at the intensity. He
pushed forward an inch, pulled back a half inch, pushed forward again, pulled
back a little. He gained more ground with each push, invading her more and
more, until she was so full of him and she was certain she couldn’t take
anymore, and yet he kept pressing in.
    He picked up speed, and Sam cried out, but he didn’t
slow this time, nor did he pull back. The last couple of inches were a long,
steady push, and Sam’s mouth opened in a silent scream.
    When at last he was buried in her depths, his hips
pressed to her ass, Sam had never felt so full. So owned. Conquered .
    His hands held her hips and he froze, his voice rough
as he said, “I may not have enough control to give you much more slow. How are
you doing?”
    Sam did a quick inventory and realized that, while
she was full beyond anything she’d ever experienced, and stretched wider than
ever before, her body was handling it okay. She wanted him to take her, possess
her.
    “I’m good, Sir. So full, so open. I’m yours to use as
you need. You’ve prepared me for this, Master. I can take what you need to give
me.” She rubbed her clit harder, which made her hips pump in spite of his grip
on her and his massive cock filling her ass. “Make me yours, Master.”
    He slid out, slowly, and pushed back in a little
faster. Sam gasped at the sensation as the skin of her asshole pulled out and
then pushed back in.
    “You’re sure?”
    She realized she’d stopped breathing, as if his cock
had pushed the air from her lungs, and it took effort to fill them enough to
speak. “Yes Sir. Yes, Master . I’m yours.”
    Ethan yanked almost all the way out and slammed into
her full force, once again knocking the breath from her, and Sam released her
clit and grabbed the footboard with both hands while he paused, buried all the
way in her.
    Neither said anything else as he jerked back and
crashed into her once more, only giving her a few seconds to handle the
onslaught before doing it again. And again.
    Sam had never been spread so wide and delved so
deeply at the same time. She’d never been taken so intensely, so
savagely, and she was right on the edge of an orgasm, but it was too much and
she couldn’t find her way over the edge.
    Before long, Ethan was fucking her like a madman,
without worrying how deep, or considering the angle or depth or speed, or how
she might be handling it. Sam knew he’d back off if she were in trouble, but
she was managing okay and loved that he was able to totally lose himself and
take her without having to be careful. No way could he go this hard in her
pussy without making sure the angle was exactly right. She was aroused, but not
enough to come, and it was all she could do to brace against the footboard and
absorb the power of each brutal thrust.
    He put more power behind his hips and Sam couldn’t
brace enough. Her knees scooted back as her bottom sank lower and lower until
she was flat on the bed, and Ethan rode her down and continued to pound her ass
with all the primal need of his inner caveman. He wrapped his legs around the
outside of hers, and pressed her thighs together, which squeezed her ass even
tighter around his cock. Sam