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It’s their sixth date and Agatha is getting antsy. Or, more accurately, Agatha has been antsy and she’s about to snap. Tonight. Hopefully successfully.
After their first date, Rio dropped Agatha off at her house and kissed her softly on the patio, ever the sweetheart. By date two, Agatha was sufficiently wooed and asked Rio to come inside. They made out on Agatha’s couch and Rio politely dipped before anything got further than that, which drove Agatha mildly insane.
As such, Agatha asked Rio on date number three that same night, and they were back in Agatha’s living room post-museum date three days later. This time, finally, Rio ate her out like a woman starved. Seriously, Agatha lost track of how many times she came. Rio had to carry her to bed. Their fourth date was slightly more of a booty call. Agatha texted, Rio came running, and Agatha screamed her throat raw. Still, Rio remained entirely clothed. It was a tragedy, if Agatha was being honest. Maybe worse than the Titanic sinking.
Rio asked Agatha on a formal dinner date after that, which was sweet and lovely and almost perfect. When they wound up making out in Rio’s car afterward, Agatha finally felt Rio’s goddamn boner under her hips. God, she felt big. Agatha needed her so badly. The severity with which Agatha needed her had long lost any semblance of humor or levity. But Rio didn’t even ask for a handjob, despite the fact that she felt painfully hard pressed against Agatha’s thigh, and Agatha went home horny and frustrated despite Rio’s very skilled performance with her fingers and mouth.
So, anyway, date number six. Rio took Agatha to see a movie and held her hand the whole time. Now, they’re sitting in a park eating ice cream, and Agatha’s laughing at Rio’s jokes in the way that can only possibly mean she’s down phenomenally bad, and Rio’s looking at her like she’s catching very serious feelings.
Naturally, then, Agatha makes a point of sucking the tip of her ice cream cone. It’s not remotely an efficient way to consume ice cream, but that is not what Agatha is trying to do. Agatha is trying to get Rio to take her fucking pants off.
And Rio looks at her while she does this, and the expression on Rio’s face is nothing short of feral, and Agatha can see the bulge in Rio’s pants, and Agatha thinks she’s going to win at last.
Agatha keeps this up all the way back to Rio’s apartment, hoping.
“It’s nothing especially impressive,” Rio says as she shows Agatha around the living room lined with tall, overflowing bookshelves. (It is very impressive. Agatha likes seeing how much Rio reads. She likes seeing how elegantly Rio’s handled her interior design, which is somehow both goth and whimsical.)
“I like it,” Agatha hums. She traces her finger along the edge of one of the shelves, smiling softly at the little action figure knicknacks. “Is your bedroom this organized, too?”
Rio looks Agatha up and down like she knows what that question means, and then she leads Agatha into the bedroom—which is, in fact, just as neat as the living room. Color-coordinated in cool tones, with even more books and a big window. Agatha whistles as she sits down on the bed.
“Cozy. I could stay here a while.”
“Oh, could you?” Rio asks, walking toward her with an arched brow. Agatha leans back onto her elbows and shuffles further up Rio’s bed.
“Yeah,” Agatha smiles. “Though I might want to make a bit of a mess.”
Rio laughs as she climbs on top of Agatha, caging her in with her arms. And Agatha is, once again, absolutely fucking desperate, so she opens her legs.
“God, you’re so hot,” Rio murmurs as she lowers her head down to Agatha’s neck, kissing her pulse softly and in a way that’s making Agatha soak through her underwear.
Agatha runs her hands through Rio’s hair. It’s like she’s feeding off the little moans that Rio lets out when she tugs, and when Rio ruts her hips forward, Agatha can’t stand it anymore.
“Fuck, I wanna feel you.” Agatha grasps at the waist of Rio’s jeans, making slow progress toward the buttons. “Can I take these off of you?”
Rio freezes. “Oh, I, um…”
“Is that… okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s okay. I can go down on you first, though,” Rio nods.
“Wait. It’s okay if you don’t like being touched, I just… want to know if it’s a preference, I guess. And not… me.”
Rio sits up quickly, her hair disheveled and her cheeks flushed.
“Oh, god, no. You drive me crazy, Agatha. I want you so badly.”
Agatha frowns. “Then why haven’t you let me touch you yet? I know you have a dick and I’m practically begging for it at this point.”
“It’s, ah…” Rio stutters a little as her train of thought derails.
“Use your words, baby.”
Rio literally whimpers at that, which is at least a necessary confidence boost. Rio is attracted to her, thank god. Agatha knew it couldn’t have been that, but still, it’s nice to get confirmation.
“The size is a bit of a mood killer.”
Agatha barks out a short laugh. “Rio, baby, I’ve had it pressed against my thigh. There’s no way it’s that small.”
“No, that’s not…” Rio bites her lip. “Um. It’s too big? Nobody’s ever been able to take it.”
The swell of arousal in Agatha’s core is absolutely outrageous. Her eyes darken and her breath hitches as she replies, “Take your fucking pants off.”
Thankfully, Rio complies. Agatha instructs her to do away with the shirt, too, and then undresses herself as well. And then, finally, Agatha’s naked and splayed open on Rio’s bed, and Rio’s pulling her boxers down, and…
“Oh.”
“See? I told you.”
“Shut up and get on your back.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Agatha kneels on the bed between Rio’s legs, staring. She traces her knuckles against the underside and watches it twitch, and then she tries to wrap her hand around the base. Her fingers only barely close, and when she adds her other fist, it doesn’t even cover the whole length.
“How fucking big are you? Jesus Christ.”
When Rio doesn’t immediately reply, Agatha looks up and finds her biting her lower lip with her eyes screwed shut and fists curled around the comforter. Agatha lets go and lets Rio’s cock fall against her stomach, head past her belly button. Jesus.
“Rio, I asked you a question.”
“Right. Yes. Nine and a half inches? Though, um, you’re very attractive, and I haven’t ever been this hard while measuring, so, um… could be closer to ten.”
Agatha has never even thought about trying anything that big. It’s a little daunting, frankly.
“Easy,” Agatha says instead. “Where are your condoms?”
“Holy fuck, Agatha, easy? What’s the biggest size you’ve taken?”
“Irrelevant.”
“No, it’s relevant. Tell me.”
Agatha glares, but she does unfortunately need to tell the truth, if only because she is actually a little intimidated and will have to fake her own death if she lies and then can’t fit it.
“Seven.”
The way Rio tries to stifle a laugh makes Agatha’s cheeks flush with rage.
“I’ve got an eight inch dildo in my drawer,” Rio says. “And a thigh harness. How about you ride that for me as a warmup?”
“Do I look like I need to be warmed up?”
“Yes, frankly.”
“I hate you.”
“You can leave if you want.”
“No,” Agatha says, playfully smacking Rio’s thigh. She goes into the drawer. “Obviously, I don’t hate you.”
“Well, I’d rather not make you hate me by hurting you on our first time.”
“You do realize that getting split open on a hot woman’s massive cock is, like, the hottest thing I’ve ever thought about, right?”
“Let’s see if you still feel that way after we warm you up. There’s a steep learning curve after seven inches.”
“And what if I want you to impale me against that learning curve?”
“God, where have you been all my life?”
Agatha just scoffs at that question before she says something stupid and soft. She makes an effort at keeping the fire in her gaze while she secures a harness to Rio’s sexy thigh and slips an eight inch, dark green cock in the o-ring.
It is… a little alarming just how small it looks next to Rio’s home-grown dick. Agatha finds the idea of being impaled extremely hot, though. And of all the potential reasons why Rio hasn’t tried to rail her yet, ‘my dick is too big and it keeps scaring people’ is objectively the best one.
“Let me go down on you first,” Rio says. “It’s easier if you’re more turned on.”
Agatha bares her teeth and grabs Rio’s wrist, guiding her hand between her legs.
“I swear to fucking god, Rio, if you don’t stop withholding proper penetration, I’ll kill you.”
“Fuck,” Rio breathes out, fingers circling Agatha’s clit. “You’re so wet.”
“Do you seriously think that seeing your pretty dick would do nothing for me?”
Rio’s eyes practically roll to the back of her head, which Agatha takes as an invitation to pin Rio’s wrists to the bed and straddle her. She lines herself up with the head of the strap, holding Rio’s gaze as she does.
Which was a mistake. Because Agatha winces a tiny bit—it’s practically imperceptible, really—at the girth and length, and Rio catches it. But Agatha wants Rio to see how ready she is and flip them over and fuck her ‘til her brain melts, but Rio looks concerned now. Asshole.
“Are you sure you can—”
“What happened to the version of Rio who told me I could take another one when I almost tapped out the first time you ate me out? I liked her better.”
“Brat.”
“You gonna do something about that? Or are you committed to drying me up with your nonexistent dirty talk?”
Rio’s mouth twitches into a smirk as she puts her hands on Agatha’s hips, pushing her down just a tiny bit more.
“Yeah. I’m gonna make you ride my thigh until you forget your own name.”
Thank god. Agatha moans, her cunt clenching in a way that makes the strap slide in easier, somewhat counterintuitively. Rio guides her down slow but firm, until Agatha’s taken all of it.
“You look so good like this,” Rio hums. “I’m gonna lose my fucking mind when I see you take my actual dick.”
“Ugh, god, I’ll feel so tight for you. Bet you’ll never want to stop fucking me.”
“Oh, I’m sure of it.”
Agatha reaches down and wraps her hand around Rio’s hard dick. She pumps it in time with the slow, shallow rolls of her hips, and Rio instantly becomes submissive putty in her hands. As Agatha gets more comfortable with the stretch, she speeds up. It feels incredible to be that full. The strap is hitting spots she didn’t even know she had, even though it admittedly hurts a little.
Rio comes ridiculously fast, and it’s the sight of Rio’s come shooting onto her own face and chest that drives Agatha over the edge. She falls forward and kisses Rio hard, tasting Rio’s come on her lips, swallowing.
“So hot,” Agatha pants. “Can’t wait to feel you come down my throat.”
Rio whines as Agatha cants her hips more frantically, making herself come with her hand still wrapped around Rio’s softening cock.
Still dripping wet, Agatha leans down and kisses Rio’s chest, sucking come off the underside of her breasts and leaving bruises as she goes. Agatha gets a little lost in it, too, swirling her tongue around Rio’s nipples and biting gently until she feels something warm and wet on her sternum, pressed against Rio's dick.
“Did you just come from having your tits sucked?” Agatha grins, eyes glinting.
“I, uh, yeah,” Rio coughs. “You… I’m so fucking into you.”
And then, because Rio is Rio, Rio gently flips them over and makes Agatha come five more times with her tongue and two fingers.
“Okay,” Agatha nods, tapping Rio’s head. “I’m prepped. Are you hard again yet?”
“Agatha, darling, I’m not fucking you tonight.”
“What? No.”
“You’re bleeding a little bit. I’m not even going to try until you can easily take a nine incher.”
“C’mon, you can handle just using the first six inches, can’t you?”
“Honestly? Unless you want to get a bumper, I’m going to need you to be ready to take all of me, because I’m not confident I’ll be able to control myself.”
Agatha groans but collapses into a post-coital cuddle anyway. She’s losing this fight. Rio seems to have restraint of steel when it comes to hurting her.
“God, that’s hot. Seeing you lose control…”
“Practice and I’m sure you’ll see it.”
“Can I take your stupid practice dildo home, then?”
“Hm,” Rio grins. “Depends. Will you send me videos of you using it?”
“Only if you film yourself jacking off onto your own face and tits again.”
“Anything you want, Agatha."
***
Agatha is not joking about her practice sessions. She’s on a mission. She’s discovering that she really, really likes feeling stretched this much. And that she’s practically fucking addicted to watching Rio come. Seriously, it’s the hottest thing in the world. She’s having dreams about the way Rio’s lips part when she’s gasping on the brink.
They keep up the thigh harness routine when they fuck, too, and Agatha thinks they’re getting good at coming at the same time. Rio’s a bit quick sometimes, but she’s getting better at lasting longer, which Agatha finds thrilling. And promising. Definitely, definitely promising.
Three dates later, when Rio tells Agatha she’s done a great job and can graduate up to a nine inch dildo, Agatha almost screams in frustration. She wants Rio’s dick, not another silicone monstrosity.
“You’re evil and you hate me.”
“Definitely not true,” Rio answers, rolling her eyes in bed after giving Agatha a new dildo.
Agatha has a brilliant idea to get her way. And she’s viciously horny, so she’d at least like to have Rio somewhere. She settles between Rio’s legs and licks a stripe up the underside of her dick, teasing. By the time she sucks on the head, Rio’s already been reduced to nothing but incoherent moans.
Agatha’s been practicing. She knows her way around her own throat. She grabs Rio’s hand and puts it on the back of her head, pushing down a bit. Agatha hums to encourage her, takes her deeper, flattens her tongue, relaxes her throat.
Finally, Rio tugs. Agatha takes it so well.
Until the head of Rio’s cock hits the back of her throat and Agatha realizes she’s barely got half of it in her mouth and her jaw is already aching. Fuck, Rio’s going to be the death of her. She’s never been more excited for anything in her life.
She wraps a fist around the base and hums in encouragement until Rio bucks her hips up, gagging her with only half of her dick. Agatha is notoriously good at deepthroating a strap-on. She has never failed anything this badly, and something about that is weirdly hot. Finally, she's found a challenge.
Especially while Rio’s frantic under her, pulling her hair and moaning her name, and it’s entirely worth it. She wants to make Rio lose control like this so many more times, wants to get this stunning sweetheart of a woman to throw all caution to the wind. She’ll figure it out.
“Feels so fucking good when you gag,” Rio groans, dazed. “You take me so well.”
Oh. Rio has never said anything like that before. Agatha likes it. Agatha thinks she might come untouched, which has literally never happened before. Fuck. Oh, fuck, that’s hot.
Lost in the thick haze of arousal, Agatha relaxes her jaw further and breathes through her nose to just let Rio take. And god, Rio does. Rio moans her name while she fucks up into her throat frantically, throbbing when Agatha gags on her dick. It doesn’t take long for Rio to come.
When Agatha pulls off and looks up at her, Rio’s face drops.
“Fuck, Agatha, I’m sorry. Are you okay? Did I get carried away?”
“Am I okay? I’m fucking fantastic. You seemed to be enjoying yourself, too.”
“I was. Fuck, I was. But you seem… I mean, you’re crying.”
Agatha crawls up Rio’s body and lays on top of her, kissing her hard, making her taste her own come on her tongue.
“How many fucking times do I need to tell you I like getting ruined?”
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” Agatha hisses. “Stop being so goddamn gentle with me.”
Rio chuckles under her and snakes her hands behind Agatha’s ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise. Agatha melts into the touch.
“You’re an absolutely depraved slut, you know that?”
And Agatha, god help her, whines in response.
“Hm. You’re going to be so much fun once we stretch you enough to handle me.”
“Watch it,” Agatha says. “Don’t accuse me of not being fun yet when I just let you fuck my throat.”
“You’re dripping on my thigh. I think you like being challenged.”
“Fuck you.”
“Don’t tempt me before you can take it.”
***
Agatha uses the nine inch dildo one time. She sends a video of herself riding it in bed, looking forward to the inevitable reply photo of Rio’s hard cock for her to shamelessly salivate over.
Instead, though, Rio answers: I’m coming over.
Before Agatha can pull herself together enough to answer, Rio follows up with: if that’s ok?
Agatha, rolling her eyes, types back: chill with the check-ins. either tell me what to do or don’t.
And Agatha cannot help but moan when Rio replies: be naked in your bed when I get there.
***
When Rio arrives, she’s breathing heavily and staring at Agatha like she wants to devour her. Rio climbs on top of her, taking her own clothes off as she goes. She’s kissing her hungrily, with an obscene amount of teeth and tongue. It’s all so frantic that Agatha can barely form words, instead moaning as Rio strips down to only her underwear.
Agatha wraps her legs around Rio’s hips, angling so Rio’s dick grinds against her clit. Rio’s hands roam everywhere, grabbing her hard and holding her still and tugging her hair. It’s all so much. Agatha wants everything. Agatha needs it, maybe. Needs Rio.
And based on the way Rio’s whining, the feeling seems mutual.
“I love your dick, baby,” Agatha groans, nails digging into Rio’s back.
And Rio, unbearably sexy, simply kisses her harder and starts moving quicker.
“So desperate,” Agatha hums against Rio’s mouth.
“Agatha, I… you’re so hot.”
“Do you wanna do something about that?”
With a particularly hard roll of her hips, Rio bites down on Agatha’s lower lip and flexes her hands like she’s having a hard time containing herself.
“Fuck,” Rio breathes out. “I’m… I need you. I don’t… I’m not sure I can handle waiting much longer.”
Agatha’s whole body flushes with arousal.
“Oh, god, Rio. Fuck me. I want you inside me so fucking badly.”
Rio stammers on top of her for a moment, until Agatha slaps her cheek (somewhat) lightly.
“Condoms are in my nightstand,” Agatha says, voice firm. “I like you pathetic, but not this pathetic.”
Rio scrambles over to the drawer, babbling as she goes. “Yeah. Yes. Sorry. Oh, god, Agatha.”
Agatha actually does like Rio this pathetic. It’s fun. She likes knowing she can reduce someone so hot and impressive to such a complete disaster. Also, sometimes, Rio gets so overwhelmed that she seems to lose control and gets a lot rougher, and Agatha craves that. Agatha spends a lot of time masturbating about that.
As she watches Rio roll a condom on, Agatha thinks about that gorgeous dick hammering into her. It’ll change her for sure. Hell, it already has. Agatha’s always liked penetration (why wouldn’t she enjoy as much stimulation as she can get?), but she’s never quite had a size kink of any sort. Until now, that is. Lying on her back with her legs open, drooling over Rio’s dick. Which, now that Agatha’s taken a nine inch dildo, she can say with certainty is absolutely, undoubtedly ten inches. At least.
Christ, how’d she find the one person on the fucking planet who underestimates their dick size?
When Rio kneels between Agatha’s open legs again, she looks so fucking good that Agatha thinks she may have been a statue in another life. Molded by gods Agatha doesn’t even believe in, with that blush in her cheeks and those soft lips and that hard jaw.
Rio slaps the head of her cock against Agatha’s clit a few times, which sends shocks of pleasure through Agatha’s whole body.
“God, Rio, stop fucking teasing me.”
“Gladly,” Rio groans.
And then she lines herself up, and Agatha’s practically vibrating with anticipation. She’s absolutely soaked. She’s getting even more soaked as she watches Rio stare down at her cunt in awe while she slowly pushes forward.
“Oh,” Agatha breathes out. “Oh fuck.”
Rio presses forward until she’s maybe two inches inside, and then she stills and looks up at Agatha with wide eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, baby. C’mon.”
Rio nods twice, tensely, and then braces herself on her forearms. Looking at Rio over her, it occurs to Agatha that Rio’s never been on top past foreplay. It’s nice. She likes it. She likes Rio, likes Rio’s cock, likes—
“Oh my god.”
Agatha isn’t even embarrassed that she’s moaning this much at, what, three inches of Rio’s dick? Because fuck, Rio’s thick. She’s stretching her in a way that’s putting constant pressure on her g-spot, and it’s making Agatha wonder what it’ll be like when Rio eventually bends her over. If Rio will pull her hair and grab her hips and fuck her so hard and so deep that she discovers nerve endings previously unknown to science.
“You’re so tight,” Rio whines. She braces her forehead on Agatha’s and slowly starts rocking back and forth in shallow thrusts, never pushing past the first couple inches. Letting Agatha adjust, probably, though she really doesn’t think she needs it.
“I bet everything’s tight for you,” Agatha says. “You’re so fucking big.”
“Mm. You’re special.”
Agatha cannot help but smile at this. She reaches up to run her fingers through Rio’s hair, tugging her down for a kiss. It’s far softer than she anticipated their first time being, but they’ve got time. Hell, Rio hasn’t even made it all the way in.
It feels so good, too. Rio’s letting out these strangled, adorable little noises as she moves. Agatha’s not sure she can accurately call it thrusting just yet, but it’s still overwhelming. It’s still stretching her so well. And when Agatha thinks about Rio slamming into her and rearranging her guts permanently, her cunt clenches.
“More,” Agatha whispers. “I wanna take all of you.”
Because Rio’s obedient as hell, she presses further inside. Agatha’s lost track of her exact measurement guesses, but Rio’s definitely not anywhere near bottoming out, and Agatha needs this so badly that she thinks she’s going to die.
“Nobody’s taken all of me before.”
“Yeah, and I bet nobody else has fucked herself stupid to prepare for you either, hm?”
“Oh, god, Agatha. No. Only you.”
“If you’re half as good with your dick as you are with your tongue, I’ll let you fuck me anytime you need. It’d be such a fucking shame for you to waste a hard on with your hands.”
Rio’s short thrusts start to speed up, dragging against her g-spot with every movement.
“Agatha.”
“Prove it, baby. Show me you deserve my cunt.”
“I—”
Rio cuts herself off with a low, guttural moan as all of her muscles tense. She braces her forehead on Agatha’s as her face contorts in pleasure. It’s the hottest thing Agatha’s ever seen.
Agatha laughs.
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Fuck. Sorry. It’s… I think you’re so hot.”
“You barely lasted two minutes,” Agatha chides. “What’s the point of having a dick that big if you can’t even get more than four inches inside me?”
“I will. I promise.”
Rio slips out of her and Agatha scoffs, earnestly annoyed that she hasn’t come yet. She’s also so turned on that it physically hurts. Rio’s inability to keep herself from coming is, unfortunately, a devastatingly hot development.
“Disappointing,” Agatha lies.
“Can I please make it up to you, baby?”
Rio’s hand creeps up Agatha’s thigh, and Agatha can’t stifle her gasp. She closes her eyes and nods as Rio tucks her head into Agatha’s neck and her hand in between Agatha’s legs.
“You feel so good,” Rio murmurs between kisses to Agatha’s neck. She slips two fingers inside.
“You felt so good,” Agatha replies, trying very hard to maintain a critical edge to her voice. “Too bad you didn’t even get to feel me come around you.”
“I’m sure I will.”
Rio pushes in to her knuckles, crooking her fingers forward, and it feels good but Agatha’s pissed off because she wants more.
“I’m not convinced you can handle it. I mean, I think your fingers are deeper in me than your dick was.”
Rio speeds up. “Is that a challenge?”
“Maybe,” Agatha says, trying to bite back a whine. Rio really is very good at finding the right spots with her fingers. “Or maybe you already failed it.”
“You know what I think, Agatha?”
“Hm?”
“I think you’re so fucking desperate for my dick that you’ll give me another chance anyway.”
When Agatha clenches around Rio’s fingers, she knows she’s already lost this particular challenge. But when Rio’s soft cock twitches against Agatha’s thigh…
Hm.
“Why don’t you show me you deserve one?”
“That’s the plan, Agatha.”
“The plan? God, don’t tell me you’ve got a long refractory period. Just fuck me again and last longer than five strokes this time.”
Rio’s cock throbs against her thigh, slowly hardening.
“Don’t insult me,” Rio murmurs. “You should know by now that I’m horny most of the time.”
“Horny and hard aren’t the same thing.”
“Trust me, I’ll be ready in a minute or two.” Rio pauses, smiles. “Unless you want to help speed things along.”
“Oh, Rio. You’re going to have to earn my throat back. I’ll only gag for you if you’re a good fuck.”
“Ruthless.”
“Yeah, I’d like you to be ruthless.”
Rio’s semi-hard now and Agatha’s proud of herself. And wet. And in need of a good fuck. Desperate need, though she won’t admit that one aloud. Not yet, anyway.
The way Rio trails her mouth across Agatha’s jaw has her writhing. She’s always so precise. Agatha closes her eyes and hums in pleasure, stretching her neck to give Rio access to more skin.
Despite Agatha’s insistence that she doesn’t want Rio’s fingers, she is frustrated when Rio stops fingering her. That frustration lessens a little bit when Rio rolls fully on top, laces her fingers through Agatha’s, and pins her down while she sucks a line of bruises down the column of her throat.
“I don’t have all night,” Agatha chides, breathless and unconvincing.
“Yes, you do.”
“Shut up.”
“But you’re so fun to tease.”
Agatha would scoff, but Rio starts grinding her hard cock against Agatha’s thigh and her head goes a little fuzzy. Quietly, Rio puts on a new condom and then spreads Agatha’s thighs wide, lining herself up.
This time, Rio pushes in firmly, filling her deeper than before. Agatha gasps and digs her nails into the backs of Rio’s hands. It feels heavenly. It hurts a bit. It’s all sensitive and unfamiliar and thick. God, Rio’s thick.
When Rio bites Agatha’s neck, Agatha’s back arches up and Rio presses her weight down harder to keep her pinned flat, pushing her dick a little further inside.
“You fill me so well,” Agatha breathes out. “When you actually make it in.”
Mouth hot against Agatha’s throat, Rio smiles before rolling her hips forward again to what Agatha can only assume is nearly all of her. The stretch is intense. Agatha gasps, winces a little.
For once, Rio does not look particularly concerned about Agatha being in a little pain. Good. Agatha likes some pain and is grateful that Rio can actually hurt her a bit when she’s fully inside.
“You’re doing good so far,” Rio says.
So far? Jesus, how much further is there? Agatha’s body is already aching.
“Told you I would.”
Rio kisses Agatha tenderly, slowly. Agatha gets lost in it a little bit, because Rio’s mouth is always so dizzying. And then, while Agatha’s drifting off into the feeling of Rio’s tongue tracing her lower lip, Rio pushes forward one last time, filling her to the hilt.
Agatha feels like she’s being turned inside out. Rio is absolutely, undoubtedly, legitimately unmanageable. She’s not surprised nobody else has been able to handle Rio’s dick.
Agatha, however, is exceptional. Rio’s hot as fuck and Agatha takes a deep pride in being better than whichever women Rio’s taken to bed before. She wraps her legs around Rio’s waist and pulls her closer.
“Deep breath,” Rio says in a strained voice. “Please.”
Agatha does not like doing as told, but she makes an exception and fuck, something about the simple exercise of a slow, deep breath makes the pleasure spike in her body.
“Oh,” Agatha gasps. “Fuck, Rio.”
“You’re perfect,” Rio whines. “You are so unbelievably fucking perfect.”
Agatha takes another deep, measured breath, and she can already tell that the wave of tension building inside her is going to be insane when it breaks.
Slowly, Rio starts moving. The thrusts are shallow at first, though Agatha’s not really sure she can truthfully call anything Rio’s doing right now shallow.
“If you weren’t so tight, I’d think you were lying about this being your first time going over nine inches,” Rio whispers.
“Think you can handle it this time, baby?”
“Yeah,” Rio says, her breath hot on Agatha’s neck. “But I think you’d let me go again regardless, you absolutely insatiable slut.”
Oh. Yes. Alright, then. Agatha’s at a loss for words for the first time in her entire life. Her jaw drops and she makes a sound bordering way too close to pathetic for her liking, but whatever.
“You like being called desperate, don’t you?”
“Shut up,” Agatha snaps. Or tries to, anyway, but it comes out strained and thoroughly unconvincing.
Rio laughs a little, because she’s a fucking nightmare and literally perfect.
“Okay,” she grins, punctuating with a particularly hard thrust. “I’ll stop talking, then.”
“Fuck you,” Agatha gasps. “Don’t you dare.”
Rio braces her forehead on Agatha’s and starts fucking her, still slow but firm, staring at her like she’s dreaming up ways to ruin her life. Agatha wants her to. Agatha wants to return the favor, too.
When Rio presses her lips to Agatha’s jaw again, Agatha feels her whole body thrumming with arousal.
“You feel so fucking good,” Rio whispers. “I don’t think I’ll be happy with anything except your cunt or throat ever again.”
Agatha whines, despite herself. She’s stupidly horny. It’s ridiculous. And Rio’s cock is finding all sorts of places that she’s never been able to reach by herself before, and Agatha thinks she, too, may wind up craving nothing but Rio.
“Based on how fucking wet you are, I think you’d let me have you every single time I want to come.”
That… um. Agatha tightens her legs around Rio’s waist and pulls her closer, deeper. She keeps her there. She growls, she thinks.
And her brain goes entirely empty, so whatever she says cannot be used against her in court.
“If you could develop some fucking stamina, I’d even let you come inside me.”
“Oh my god. Fuck, Agatha, I’m…” Rio trails off and takes a few deep breaths, seemingly calming herself down. Or trying to, anyway.
But Agatha likes riling her up and then degrading her for falling into the trap, so she just locks her legs around Rio’s hips.
“You like that, baby? I bet you’d feel so fucking good inside me without a condom. You could take me raw until you’re fucking your own come into—”
Agatha lets out a surprised yelp when Rio clamps her hand over her mouth. Her thrusts grow more erratic and she grinds her lower stomach against Agatha’s clit, and Agatha’s immediately teetering on the edge.
“You can’t talk like that unless you want me to come right now,” Rio whispers, rough and breathless.
A sly smile stretches across Agatha’s face, pressed hard against Rio’s palm, with Rio’s fingers digging into her jaw as she loses herself to pleasure.
And God, Agatha thinks it’s so hot to feel Rio fall apart like this, all while Rio’s stretching her and ruining her and making her scream. The only thing that could possibly make this better is if Rio was actually about to come inside her, to make Agatha take her in the most primal and thorough way possible. To feel her, all of her.
Agatha surprises herself when she comes at the thought of Rio spilling inside of her. It feels so impossibly and overwhelmingly perfect, pulsing around Rio’s enormous fucking dick and feeling herself orgasm at a depth she didn’t even think was possible.
So Agatha pulls her legs tighter around Rio’s hips and bites Rio’s hand hard enough that she has to pull it away, and then she goes absolutely nuclear.
“Can you imagine how tight I’ll feel when you’re fucking me raw? I’ll take as many loads as you can handle fucking into me, baby.”
Rio bears her hips down hard, pressing Agatha down into the mattress and splitting Agatha in half on her dick.
“Agatha, fuck.”
“You’re gonna have to figure out how to come a few times without getting soft. I’ll need multiple rounds every time you touch me, if you’re gonna be this fucking hot.”
Agatha thinks the look on Rio’s face could kill her. Nobody has ever looked hornier. It’s beautiful to witness, really, and Agatha likes having the power to make Rio melt like this, so she makes sure her voice is dripping with arousal when she whispers: “I think you wanna breed me, Rio.”
Rio’s jaw tightens and her breath shakes as she nods ever so slightly. Agatha brushes her nose against Rio’s neck.
“If you make me come enough times, I might let you try.”
Rio grips Agatha so hard she thinks it’ll bruise as she lets out a feral moan and buries herself deep, and holy fuck, the way Rio twitches inside her makes Agatha feel dizzy.
“Your breeding kink gets you so pathetic,” Agatha scoffs. Rio throbs again.
“Bold,” Rio groans. “Considering you’re practically begging for it like a fucking cumslut.”
Agatha absolutely cannot help the way her body reacts to that, cunt fluttering around Rio’s softening cock.
“Too bad you can’t last long enough to properly treat me like one.”
“You want me to come on your face before I fuck you next time? I bet you’d look so pretty like that. It helps me last longer if I’ve come already, too.”
Agatha desperately wants that, but she will not be giving Rio the satisfaction of hearing that.
“Put your mouth to good use or else there won’t be a next time,” Agatha says instead, putting on her best frown.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Stamina concerns aside, Rio is very, very good with her mouth. It reminds Agatha that she is certainly joking about not letting Rio hit again.
***
Agatha wakes up with a boner pressed against her ass. She grins and grinds back, reveling in the sleepy little moan Rio lets out.
Never in her life has Agatha actually been sore after sex, but Rio is apparently an exception. Whatever. Agatha’s sore but soaked. She’ll have to get used to that, seeing how immediately desperate she is to get fucked again.
Rio’s hand moves to Agatha’s hip, tugging her back while she rocks against the cleft of her ass and, yeah, Agatha wants to feel Rio take her raw. Not today, probably, but that will certainly be happening sometime.
“Good morning,” Agatha hums.
“Mm. Morning.”
“You need something, baby?”
Rio laughs softly, but it slips into a whine as she answers, “Maybe.”
“Take it, then.”
Wordlessly, Rio rolls them over so Agatha’s on her stomach with Rio on top of her. Agatha opens her legs and grabs the bedsheets, struggling to fight back a moan before Rio’s even fucking touched her properly.
Rio rummages through the drawer and Agatha tries not to frown about it. She allows herself a small pout into the mattress.
And then Rio’s on her again, her full weight pinning her down. Slowly, Rio lines up and pushes inside.
She starts shallow, lazily thrusting only the first few inches. Rio lets out these desperate little whimpers into Agatha’s ear, making her writhe.
When Rio slips a hand under Agatha’s weight and presses her fingers to Agatha’s clit, it’s pretty much over immediately. Rio fucks her deeper and speeds up a little, hitting her g-spot at an angle that makes her see stars.
“Such a good girl for me,” Rio murmurs sleepily.
That destroys her. Agatha comes with a cry and pushes herself back as much as she can, silently asking Rio to bottom out.
And when she does, Agatha groans so loudly she thinks she might wake the whole street. Rio bites down on her shoulder and Agatha can feel her breathing deeply, clearly trying to stave off her orgasm.
Shockingly, Rio’s more or less successful. She fucks Agatha through it, albeit a bit slower than Agatha usually likes.
Rio pauses for a moment to let Agatha catch her breath.
“I think you can take another one,” Rio hums as she starts thrusting again, her pace still slow but firm. God, Rio fills her so fucking well. It’s stupid. It’s heavenly.
And something about this fucking position is completely ruining her, so it doesn’t take long at all for Rio to bring her to a second peak.
It seems like it’s Agatha’s orgasm that makes Rio snap, and then she’s pushing down on her waist and fucking into her a bit more frantically.
“You’re really excited that I told you I might let you fuck me raw if you stopped coming so quickly, aren’t you?”
“Mhm,” Rio whines. “I wanna come inside you so badly.”
“Oh,” Agatha gasps, stomach fluttering at the thought. “Yes, fuck.”
“God, your body’s fucking begging for it with the way you’re squeezing me.”
“Mm, just gripping tight to reward you for finally figuring out how to use that dick properly.”
Rio groans and pushes Agatha’s legs further apart with her own knees, giving herself better leverage to move faster. Agatha’s not intentionally rewarding Rio; her body’s just reacting, squeezing tight. But still, it’s hot to say it’s a reward. She’s liking how Rio responds to incentives for good behavior.
“Not enough,” Rio says breathlessly, hands flexing. “Not ‘til I get to come inside.”
Agatha can’t help the way she reacts to that. She lets out a whine that’s a bit closer to a cry than anything else and she feels Rio’s next thrust like a jolt of pleasure up her spine. It makes her want all sorts of absurd things.
“Just fucking do it, then.”
“Yeah?” Rio slams in to the hilt, clearly very close.
“Take the condom off and fuck me properly.”
“What else do you want, Agatha?”
Rio seemingly wants Agatha to talk her through it, and frankly, Agatha’s beyond eager to oblige. Her brain is running with a horrifyingly intense number of fantasies.
“Want you to keep me leaking your come all day,” Agatha moans. “Fuck me like you’re trying to breed me, Rio. Fill me every chance you get.”
“Please,” Rio whines, and Agatha has never felt more powerful than she does right now, pushing this otherwise sweet woman to carnal ruin.
“Bend me over every goddamn surface in this house and fuck me stupid,” Agatha continues. “I wanna know how many times you’d make me come by just pinning me down and making me take it.”
“You’re so fucking depraved, baby.”
“Yeah, and thank god you’re finally fucking me like it.”
Rio’s hips slam into her hard and then she stays there, grinding against her ass with her dick moving deep inside her.
“Fuck.”
Agatha clenches around Rio and listens to her shallow, frantic breaths as she splits her in half, and god, Agatha wants as much of her as she can take. She’s practically drunk on her desire and she wants all of it. She wants—
“God, Agatha, your cunt is the best thing I’ve ever fucking felt.”
Shamelessly, Agatha snaps. She rocks her hips back as much as she can under Rio’s weight, groans, cries.
“Come inside me.”
This time, Rio listens. Agatha feels her twitch, feels the muted heat, feels the hot breath on her bare neck, and it feels so fucking good that she loses herself.
“Need it rougher next time,” Agatha moans, delirious. “Need you meaner.”
“Yeah?” Rio grinds her hips again, cock softening but still stiff enough to rub against her in earth shattering ways. “You wanna be a good cumrag for me?”
And it… Yeah. Oh. Right. Agatha comes again.
***
For better or worse, Agatha thinks she might be legitimately addicted to Rio. Rio’s always been eager, but she seems to be really pushing herself to build stamina, all because Agatha told her to. It’s a dopamine hit and several orgasms all at once, really.
The dirty talk gets more intense, too, but they never actually discuss it outside of the bedroom. Rio wears a condom, Agatha demands that she take it off, Rio keeps it on, they both come immediately, and then they avoid mentioning it until next time. But Agatha slowly realizes she isn’t just saying it for show. She needs to know what it feels like. She dreams about it, fantasizes about it, masturbates about it.
So finally, after three fucking months of torturously unfulfilled dirty talk, Agatha decides she’ll bring it up. She plans on making it a whole thing, too, because she’s nothing if not overdramatic.
Agatha orders a cake, and seven separate bakeries refuse to write just fucking breed me already on the order, so she gets a blank one and does it herself. In white icing, obviously, because she’s funny as fuck. Proud of her handiwork, Agatha sneaks it into Rio’s fridge and puts on her sluttiest little outfit for date night.
Maybe Agatha did a little too good of a job choosing an outfit, though, because Rio’s staring at her like she’s about to cause a scene at the local community garden’s outdoor movie night. Agatha is thrilled about it. Really, it’s very hot to know she can get Rio visibly hard in public just by showing up in tight black jeans and a tight purple crop top with a cutout for her cleavage. And no bra, obviously, in cold enough weather that her nipples are hard all night.
The part of the night they get through, at least. Because forty-three minutes into some silly romcom that Agatha’s only half focusing on, Rio grabs her wrist. Agatha tilts her head and arches one eyebrow while Rio takes a few deep breaths, biceps tense and visible and unbearably sexy in her sleeveless graphic t-shirt.
“We’re leaving,” Rio says.
“Why?” Agatha frowns and bats her eyelashes, pretending to be oblivious to the vise-like grip Rio’s got on her wrist. “Are you not enjoying the movie?”
“Agatha, I couldn’t even tell you what language the movie is in.”
“What’s got you so distracted, sweetheart? Is everything okay?”
“Just get in the fucking car.”
This isn’t quite how Agatha had envisioned the evening going, but she’s sure as hell not saying no to that. Agatha is not immune to an impatiently horny Rio, and the tension in Rio's jaw as she drives them to her place is making Agatha's heart flutter.
Rio parks the car and kisses Agatha over the console, both of them still wearing their seatbelts. When Rio bites Agatha’s lower lip, Agatha brings her hand up to Rio’s throat and pushes her away. (She squeezes as she does this, of course, and Rio looks so turned on that Agatha’s worried she might bust in her pants.)
“Eager,” Agatha whistles. “Think you can last two minutes and try that again inside?”
Slack-jawed, Rio just nods and fumbles with her seatbelt. Agatha takes Rio’s keys and saunters up to the front door without her, because she really, really likes to be chased sometimes. And Agatha really does enjoy fucking in cars, but she’s classy enough to want a proper bed to pass out in after the damage Rio’s clearly about to—
Agatha’s back hits Rio’s bookshelf hard. They both knock a few things to the floor, based on the noise, but Agatha’s not at all paying attention to that. No, Agatha’s focus is entirely on Rio’s strong hands in her hair and Rio’s fucking rock hard dick pressed against her pelvis. God, Agatha swears she can feel it throbbing even under Rio’s jeans. Agatha wraps her arms around Rio’s neck and explores Rio’s mouth with her tongue, savoring the rough groans coming out of Rio’s throat.
Rio’s hands come down to Agatha’s exposed waist, her touch frantic and rough. When Rio scratches at Agatha’s skin, she reflexively bites down hard on Rio’s lip, and it’s all so fucking much that Agatha thinks she’s going to explode. She hasn’t felt this desperate since their first few dates, honestly, when she was about ready to commit crimes in order to get Rio to fuck her.
And then Rio’s hands are on her thighs, hoisting her up so her legs are wrapped around Rio’s waist. With a rough squeeze to Agatha’s ass, Rio starts grinding against her, rutting her tragically clothed boner against Agatha’s clit with the kind of thoughtless precision that only really happens with someone who knows every inch of your body.
Agatha pulls Rio’s hair roughly, making her look her in the eyes.
“Bedroom.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Rio moans, tightening her grip on Agatha’s thighs as she carries her down the hall.
And because Agatha loves to be difficult, she leans down to start kissing Rio’s neck and finds herself slammed against a wall again. This time, Rio uses one hand to undo her own belt, letting her pants drop to the floor. She sets Agatha down and kneels in front of her, then, making quick work of Agatha’s pants and underwear in one go.
“At least appreciate the lingerie I bought for you,” Agatha chides, though her voice is so desperate that it’s clearly not an actual command.
“Another time,” Rio practically growls. She lifts one of Agatha’s thighs over her shoulder and then puts her mouth on Agatha’s soaked cunt.
Rio darts her tongue out, licking Agatha’s clit in firm, quick flicks. The way she moans against her feels so fucking good, too, that Agatha can’t help but reach for Rio’s hair. Rio angles her head and dips her tongue back, slipping inside Agatha’s cunt.
“Fuck, you feel good.”
It’s a little infuriating that Rio chuckles at that, the cocky bitch. Agatha doesn’t like letting these things get to Rio’s head, so she tightens her grip on Rio’s hair to hold her in place while she cants her hips against Rio’s eager tongue, taking what she needs.
Rio swirls her tongue around Agatha’s clit and sucks a little while Agatha rides her face, and her orgasm slams into her at full force. She can barely hold herself up, and it’s only Rio’s strong arms that keep her from collapsing into a horny heap on the floor.
Rio holds Agatha steady as she gets up herself, pressing her body firmly against Agatha’s again. Fuck, Agatha likes how it feels to have Rio rocking against her with only the thin cotton of Rio’s underwear between them. She’d like less than that, ideally.
When Rio maneuvers a hand between Agatha’s legs, Agatha grips Rio’s jaw and makes her look directly at her, teeth bared.
“Don’t be disrespectful, Rio. You fuck your girlfriend senseless in your bed, not in the hallway.”
“I will,” Rio whines, two fingers slipping in and out of Agatha’s cunt. “Next round.”
“No,” Agatha snaps. “You’re going to take me to your bed now and you’re going to rail me so hard I can’t fucking walk, understood?”
The way Rio nearly starts crying in frustration is one of the hottest things Agatha’s ever seen in her entire life. Still, Rio carries her to her bedroom. And it’s not even that Agatha doesn’t like getting fucked quick and dirty against a wall or over a counter or in a bar bathroom or whatever, but Rio’s in a mood and Agatha’s pretty sure she’s about to get her back blown out, so… better to do that somewhere where Rio can keep going until Agatha passes out from exhaustion.
Rio is not especially gentle nor respectful when she shoves Agatha onto the bed, thank god. Agatha likes that Rio understands when she’s being serious and when she isn’t.
Rio pulls off both of their shirts and takes a moment to suck on Agatha’s chest, teeth grazing the underside of her breasts until Agatha’s so fucking wet that she’s about to start yelling.
“Stop fucking teasing me.”
Rio kisses her hard again, rocking her hips against Agatha as she does. Rio’s breathless whines are absolutely destroying her.
“Agatha,” Rio says, and her voice sounds legitimately pained. “I’m so… I…”
Agatha snakes a hand down and slips beneath Rio’s underwear, wrapping her fingers around Rio’s cock.
“Words, baby. Come on.”
Rio starts thrusting into Agatha’s fist, whimpering and trembling and driving Agatha outright insane.
“Can I feel you? All of you.”
“Fuck,” Agatha exhales, stomach tensing.
“I can’t… I just… I need it, Agatha. Please.”
Agatha takes her hand away, which makes Rio start crying. She doesn’t respond immediately, because she’d really, really like to keep listening to whatever desperate babbling Rio’s working through.
“Just for a minute,” Rio continues. “I’ll pull out. I promise. Just… fuck, please.”
“Aw, do you really think you have the self-control for that, big girl?” Agatha mocks, drooling.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll do anything you want. Please.”
Absolutely drunk on the power play here, Agatha pretends to contemplate it, as if she wasn’t planning on demanding Rio breed her tonight.
“Go on, then,” Agatha smiles, opening her legs wider.
And god, the way Rio’s eyes darken… Agatha’s going to be masturbating about the look on Rio’s face for years, probably.
Rio barely even gets her own underwear off before lining herself up, and maybe it’s just the insane arousal on her end, but Agatha thinks this might be the hardest Rio’s ever been. And biggest, somehow. Insane grower. Agatha needs her so bad.
Rio’s barely two inches inside when Agatha decides that she’s never going to want anything else for the rest of her life. The drag of Rio’s skin is creating a kind of friction Agatha’s never felt before, and the way Rio’s face is twisting in pure ecstasy is heightening the whole fucking thing.
The slow burn is short-lived. Rio slams forward in one fluid motion, gripping Agatha’s hair and waist like she’s holding on for dear life.
“Oh my god,” Rio sobs, grinding her hips down hard. “Oh my god. Fuck. Oh my god.”
Agatha feels similarly. She’s not about to waste this particular first being incoherent, though.
“Open,” Agatha purrs, holding two fingers to Rio’s lips. Rio, of course, does exactly as told. Rio sucks and Agatha lazily thrusts her fingers into Rio’s mouth, trying to wordlessly encourage Rio to adopt the same pace.
“You’re so good to me, baby,” Agatha smiles, and Rio gets the cue. She starts thrusting in time with Agatha’s fingers in her mouth, and as a reward, Agatha clenches her muscles.
“Fuck,” Rio cries. “You feel so good.”
“Yeah? You like getting to take me raw?”
Agatha pushes her fingers back particularly roughly, making Rio gag on them as she grips Agatha tight and bottoms out entirely.
Rio whines around her fingers. “I don’t think I can… I’m… I…”
Agatha knows where this is going and she’s thrilled about it. She just raises an eyebrow for now, though, and tries to tamp down her body’s impulse to come on the spot.
“Close already, hm?”
“Yes. Fuck, Agatha, I’m gonna…”
Despite the overwhelming urge to lock her legs around Rio’s hips, Agatha resists. If Rio really wants to pull out, she’ll let her.
That doesn’t mean she can’t clench around her again, though.
It’s legitimately immediate. Agatha tightens and Rio throbs inside her more intensely than she ever has before, flooding her cunt with a warmth that has Agatha quite frankly cockdrunk.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” Agatha gasps, hoping it’s enough to stave off the inevitable panic Rio’s going to have over that insanely sexy premature orgasm.
Still twitching and still hard, Rio starts thrusting in earnest. Agatha needs both hands to dig into Rio’s back, so she stops gagging Rio with her fingers. For now, at least.
Rio’s fucking into her so hard that Agatha’s seeing stars. Rio’s holding her like she wants to tear her apart, too, and it’s all driving Agatha to an extreme peak.
“Fuck,” Rio grunts. “You’re fucking mine.”
Agatha comes before Rio even finishes that sentence. This time, she does not successfully resist the urge to wrap her legs around Rio’s waist, so she does. Rio keeps fucking her deep and hard, moaning her name and pretty much pummeling her cervix until she slowly, tragically starts getting soft.
Agatha does her best to keep Rio inside of her, but after a moment, Rio’s eyes go wide and she sits up straight, hands in her own hair.
“Oh my god, Agatha, fuck, I’m so sorry. I got too carried away, I just… oh my god, I’m so, so, so sor—”
“Rio Vidal, if you don’t get on your fucking back right now, I’ll cause a scene.”
Rio rolls onto her back immediately, and Agatha gets between her legs. She holds eye contact as she takes the entire length of Rio’s semi-hard dick into her throat, swallowing the mixed taste of their come.
It doesn’t take long at all for Rio to get hard again, thank god. Agatha smiles up at her innocently as she crawls on top, straddling Rio’s thighs. She takes Rio’s dick in her hand and rests it against her bush, staring down at the leaking tip that reaches just past her bellybutton.
“Look how deep your come must be.”
Rio’s breath hitches.
“Sorry,” Rio gasps. “I didn’t mean to.”
Agatha raises an eyebrow and starts pumping Rio’s length.
“I find that hard to believe after three months of you telling me how badly you wanna breed me.”
Rio’s fists twist in the comforter, knuckles blanching.
“I promise, Agatha. It was an accident. I just…”
“You just what, baby? Lost control?”
Biting her bottom lip hard, Rio nods. She looks at least a little ashamed. Agatha likes that, so she raises herself up.
“Good,” Agatha says as she presses Rio’s tip against her cunt. “Do it again.”
Rio’s jaw drops as Agatha sinks down, not hesitating at all as she takes Rio’s full length, reveling in the stretch. Agatha leans forward and pins Rio’s wrists to the pillows.
“Can you feel your own come leaking out of me, Rio?”
“Oh my god.”
“Come on, don’t be shy now,” Agatha grins as she starts moving, riding Rio at a smooth, steady pace. “You already claimed my cunt, didn’t you?”
“And your womb,” Rio answers breathlessly.
“Fuck, there you are,” Agatha moans. She clenches as she pulls up, making Rio writhe. “At least act like I’m finally letting you have what you’ve been begging me for.”
“Don’t pretend you haven’t been desperate for it, too.”
“Mm, have I been?” Agatha speeds up her pace, angling herself in a way that makes Rio’s dick prod against her g-spot with every movement. “I’m not sure I’d be desperate for anything that makes you this brainless. I like you pathetic, but I don’t like to do all the work.”
Rio scowls and bucks her hips up hard. Agatha’s so close to getting her way. Just a little more teasing and she’s pretty sure she’ll get herself bedridden.
“I mean, I’ve got toys that don’t get soft, if you’re just gonna lie there,” Agatha scoffs. “I’m not just here to milk you dry, you know.”
Yeah, god, fuck, Rio’s strong. Agatha’s got her pinned down pretty hard, she thinks, but Rio frees her hands easily. She wraps her arms around Agatha’s back and pulls her down until she’s flush on top of her, and then Rio bends her own knees.
“Agatha, do you have any idea how many times you’ve started orgasming the second I tell you I wanna use you like a fleshlight?”
Agatha gasps and bites down on the flesh of Rio’s neck, muffling herself while Rio’s arms tighten around her hard. Rio uses the position to fuck up into Agatha roughly, holding her still and filling her so fucking well.
“Don’t lie to me,” Rio growls. “You get off on the idea of milking me dry.”
Now it’s Agatha’s turn to be a bit incoherent, though she’s still trying to put up a fight. She claws at Rio’s shoulders like she’s trying to draw blood.
“Fuck you,” Agatha hisses. She bites her tongue to stifle a moan as Rio hits a spot that makes her vision black out at the edges.
Suddenly, Rio flips them over, driving her dick in deep as Agatha lands on her back.
And then, tragically and infuriatingly, Rio pulls out.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Railing you so hard that you can’t walk,” Rio retorts. She leans over to her nightstand, then, and Agatha reaches for her arm.
“You already came inside me once tonight, Rio, don’t you dare get all concerned about safe sex now.”
Rio laughs like an absolute jackass. She pulls a box from the drawer and Agatha furrows her brow, frustrated and impatient as Rio removes a small, c-shaped toy. It looks like a wearable vibrator, except the internal part is abnormally flat.
“This was gonna be a gift for you, but I guess I’ll give it to you early, since you’re being such an impatient slut.”
“I don’t want a fucking remote controlled vibrator right now, Rio, I want your fuc—”
Agatha lets out a deep groan as Rio puts the toy inside her. There’s an external part that rests against her clit, and it’s connected to a smaller internal part with a bunch of ridges right where her g-spot is. The internal part is small enough that Rio can easily keep her fingers inside, too, with the toy pressed to the roof of her walls. When Rio crooks her fingers forward, the ridges rub up against Agatha’s g-spot so fucking well that she thinks this thing might kill her.
“You want my what, Agatha?”
“Y-your dick,” Agatha gasps.
“And who said you could only have one, baby?”
Agatha stammers and stares as Rio pulls her fingers out, glistening. Rio holds her gaze and sucks one finger clean, which makes Agatha writhe.
“Mm,” Rio hums, and then puts her other finger to Agatha’s lips. Agatha opens her mouth without thinking. “My come tastes better when it’s been inside you, don’t you think?”
Stupidly, Agatha whines around Rio’s finger as she swallows. Rio’s right, but Agatha’s not interested in letting Rio make her into a desperate mess with just her fingers in her mouth.
“It’s like you were made to take my come,” Rio says.
Agatha glares at her and spits her fingers out.
“Or you were made to give it to me, which you are pointedly refusing to do right now.”
“You’re so desperate, Agatha.”
“Not desperate,” Agatha spits with an eye roll. “More like dissatisfied that my girlfriend can’t fuck me for longer than forty-five seconds at a time.”
“Keep going, darling. It’s hot when you try to degrade me.”
“It’s barely even degradation,” Agatha scowls. “You literally can’t handle my cunt for long enough to fuck me how I deserve.”
Rio climbs on top of her, caging her in with her arms.
“Yeah? And I guess that’s why you tapped out on Tuesday,” Rio says. “And Sunday, and twice on Saturday…”
“From your mouth. That’s different, and you know I like penetration, so I don’t think you should take that as praise, really.”
Agatha’s getting worked up, honestly. She’s lying to an extent, but Rio does still have a stamina problem, at least on round one, and maybe this is just because Agatha’s used to silicone dicks, but she really likes a marathon. And—
That line of thought gets knocked violently out of her head when Rio thrusts inside of her. Agatha gasps, back arching and legs tensing, because that fucking toy is still inside her, still positioned right against her g-spot, and Rio’s splitting her open and stretching her wide and she’s never felt this fucking full in her life.
“That’s not what happened,” Rio whispers right against her ear. “I distinctly remember you coming around my dick so many times that you knocked yourself out before I’d even come.”
“Yeah,” Agatha manages to say. Rio’s not wrong, and Agatha’s dramatic flare is a bit compromised at this exact moment.
“You had me fuck your tits,” Rio continues, fucking her harder and faster and deeper and… god, Agatha’s so fucking done for. “I fucked you so well you couldn’t even manage to suck me off afterward. You just had me come all over your chest and neck and then you fell asleep.”
“That—that was one t-time.”
“It’s cute how much you have to lie to degrade me,” Rio says. “I regularly fuck you unconscious, Agatha.”
It’s… Rio’s right, but, like… Agatha’s… Agatha’s absolutely out of witty responses. Rio’s bare dick is hammering into her and she swears she can feel every vein, and there’s a constant pressure on her g-spot that’s stretching her wider than ever, and she’s fucking ravenous.
“I fuck you unconscious and I go to sleep still hard,” Rio growls. “You made me work on my stamina and now you can’t even handle it.”
“Never said you have to stop when I pass out.”
Rio’s eyebrows shoot up and her hips slam forward particularly hard. Agatha’s kinda surprised that that came out of her mouth, too, but… well, she means it.
“And you have the fucking balls to say you’re not here to milk me dry,” Rio says through gritted teeth. “While telling me to use your cunt to get myself off while you’re asleep.”
It’s not like Agatha can do literally anything other than scream. She’s just so fucking turned on and everything feels so fucking good and she is genuinely about to burst. It’s so absurd. Rio pulls her hair and grunts her name and…
Oh, god. Rio shifts a bit and switches the vibrator on and Agatha comes so hard she genuinely, legitimately forgets her own name.
Rio keeps fucking her hard, keeps sucking on her neck, keeps digging her fingers into her hips. It’s maddening. Agatha’s drunk on it, and she’s never come so hard in her life, and there is only one thing that could possibly make this better.
“Come inside me, Rio.”
“I thought you wanted me to hold out longer, baby.”
“I do, just… I just… ugh.”
Rio grinds her hips against Agatha’s, massaging the fucking depths of Agatha’s cunt and making Agatha scream.
“Make up your mind,” Rio says, voice strained and sharp and unbelievably sexy.
“Need your come,” Agatha gasps. “Please, Rio.”
“What if I want to make you earn it?”
Yeah, Agatha will have none of that. She reaches up and grips Rio’s hair, forcing her to hold her gaze.
“You’re going to fucking breed me now, Rio.”
“So mouthy today,” Rio hums. “I’d tone it down unless you want me to stuff your throat instead.”
Agatha scowls, but she absolutely will not risk Rio wasting this unsafe sex marathon by coming down her throat, so she locks her legs around Rio’s hips.
“Go fuck yourself.”
Rio starts thrusting faster, her movements rough enough now that the headboard is knocking against the wall as she tucks her head into Agatha’s neck and grins.
“Seems like you’re not interested in letting me do that,” Rio says.
Agatha frowns, growls. She also starts getting the kind of fuzzy tension in her core that tells her she’s about to lose complete control of her body.
“It seems like you’re trying to get yourself bred.”
Just like that, Agatha snaps again. She screams Rio’s name loud enough that she’s pretty sure the neighbors can hear, and she does not give a single fuck.
“I should tie you up,” Rio whispers. “Keep you open with a spreader bar so I can fuck as much come into you as you can handle.”
“Oh, god, Rio, please.”
“Please what, Agatha?”
“Harder.”
Rio thrusts in hard and holds herself there, hands rough on Agatha’s waist. And fuck, Agatha wants more. Agatha wants to get her entire life ruined. Agatha wants to be broken.
“You’ve gotta be more specific than that,” Rio says. “Tell me what you’re begging me for.”
“I don’t beg,” Agatha scoffs, breathless and unconvincing.
“Yes, you do.”
Agatha rolls her eyes and rocks her hips up, trying to get Rio to fucking move again, but Rio pins her hips down hard.
“Beg for it or I’ll stop.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Do you really wanna find out?”
“You’re so fucking mean to me after your first orgasm,” Agatha hisses, glaring.
“Last warning, Agatha. Beg or I pull out.”
Agatha absolutely does not think that Rio would pass up an opportunity to come inside her. That’s the kind of thing that would make her wonder if her girlfriend had been replaced by a clone.
Agatha, however, would literally rather die than find out if she’s wrong about that, so she breaks.
“I want you to come inside me, Rio.”
“Yeah? Is that all you want?”
Slowly, Rio pulls back, and the way her shaft drags along Agatha’s cunt is maybe the most intoxicating sensation Agatha’s ever felt.
“No.”
Rio pushes forward, encouraging her.
“Tell me more, then.”
“Breed me,” Agatha says, voice teetering on the very brink of a whine.
And god, Rio rewards her. She starts thrusting steadily, though not nearly as hard as Agatha wants.
“Fuck me so hard I can’t walk for days. Wanna feel you dripping out of me every time I move.”
“Such a dirty mouth, Agatha.”
“And if you ever want it on your fucking cock again, you better fuck me harder.”
“I’m sure you have better threats than that,” Rio says, though she does start moving faster. “You can’t even fit all of me in your throat.”
“You love watching me struggle,” Agatha spits back, teeth bared.
“And you love choking on it so much that I don’t think you’ll actually be able to keep your mouth off of me.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” Rio smiles. “You’re doing an awful job begging, though.”
“You’re still fucking me, aren’t you?”
In one fluid motion, Rio pulls out and sits back on her knees, leaving Agatha open and soaked and needy. She reaches down and switches off the vibrator, too, which makes Agatha so mad that she’s nearly trembling.
“I keep my word,” Rio says, eyebrow raised as she takes her own dick in her hand.
“No.”
“No?”
“No. Get back here.”
“Better. Keep going.”
“Rio, I swear to god, I’ll kill you if you don’t get back on top of me right the fuck now.”
Rio tilts her head and then moves forward, straddling Agatha’s stomach. She lazily strokes her cock, nowhere near where Agatha wants her.
“Like this?”
“No,” Agatha snaps. “On top and inside me.”
“Why don’t you try asking for what you want?”
Agatha takes a deep breath and balls her hands into fists.
“Will you please fuck me, Rio?”
Rio reaches down and caresses Agatha’s cheek, knuckles grazing her jaw. It’s far too soft. Agatha’s about to start screaming.
“Good girl.”
While Agatha tries to bite back a whine, Rio grabs Agatha’s thighs and spreads them wide, lining herself up. Slowly, she presses inside, but pulls back with only two or three inches inside, teasing.
“More, Rio,” she says, voice strained.
Rio grins down at her and pushes in further, still pointedly refusing to bottom out. She splays her hands on Agatha’s chest, pinching her nipples between her fingers.
“Fuck, baby, please.”
“There you go,” Rio praises. She pushes in until Agatha can feel her nearly kissing her cervix, pelvic bone flush to Agatha’s core.
“You’re so big.”
“And you take me so well.”
“Fuck me,” Agatha whines. “Just fuck me.”
Rio moves slowly, which lets Agatha feel every minute point of friction. Still, it’s not enough and Rio’s being an absolute jackass, and Agatha’s so turned on that she’s about to start crying.
“Harder. C’mon, baby.”
“What was that, Agatha?”
“Fuck me hard, Rio. Please.”
Rewarding her, Rio thrusts more firmly.
“Like this?”
“No,” Agatha groans. “Need it rougher.”
Rio squeezes Agatha’s breasts somewhat tenderly, which is not at all what Agatha meant. It’s better than before, sure, but not exactly what Agatha had in mind.
“What else do you need?”
“Rio, I need you to fuck me senseless.”
Rio grins and rolls her hips, making Agatha moan.
“You need to ask me nicely,” Rio hums. “Or else I’ll be calling all the shots.”
The way Rio angles inside her makes Agatha’s brain go fuzzy. She absolutely fucking breaks.
“Please, baby, will you fuck me harder?”
Rio rewards her with a rough thrust and then raises one eyebrow, silently encouraging her to continue.
“I want you so hard and so deep that I feel you for days,” Agatha says. “I want you to fucking fold me in half and make me take your dick until I can’t anymore. I want you to come inside me so many fucking times that I leak when I walk. Please, Rio. Please, I need—oh, fuck.”
Rio pushes Agatha’s thighs up until her legs are over Rio’s shoulders. Folded in half, just as she asked.
Finally, Rio starts thrusting in earnest, and Agatha swears she’s never been this fucking deep.
“Oh my god,” Agatha groans. “You’re so big.”
“You’re so fucking tight. I could fuck you for days on end.”
“Do it,” Agatha cries. “Don’t you dare stop. Please, Rio.”
“Keep talking.”
“God, will you just fucking breed me already? I need you to treat me like you’re trying to fucking own me.”
Rio’s face twists into the image of primal arousal as she starts thrusting harder and faster than Agatha’s ever felt her.
“Do you have any idea how good you feel, Agatha?”
“Tell me.”
“I never want a barrier ever again,” Rio growls. “I want to feel your cunt begging for my come every single fucking day.”
“Keep me pinned down. Make me take it.”
“You’re so fucking depraved.”
“You love it,” Agatha gasps. The vibrator still isn’t on, but it’s rubbing against her clit as Rio rocks into her, stoking the violently building tension coiling in her belly.
“Damn fucking right, I do.”
“T-tell me,” Agatha forces out, teetering on the edge.
Rio leans forward as far as she can with Agatha’s legs positioned like this, just enough that Agatha can feel Rio’s breath on her mouth.
“Wanna make you mine,” Rio says roughly. “Wanna make sure you know this tight cunt belongs to me.”
Agatha’s body clenches around Rio and she feels so full that she thinks she might never be the same again. The thought pushes her deeper into the near delirious state she’s in as she hurdles closer to orgasm.
“Mine to fuck,” Rio continues. “Mine to worship and stretch and use.”
Completely overwhelmed by the need to claw Rio closer to her, Agatha reaches up and wraps her hand around Rio’s neck, choking her and tugging forward as she fucks her.
“Mine to breed,” Rio says. “Mine.”
Agatha loses it. She comes so hard it makes her dizzy, her hips desperately moving against Rio in any attempt to get more, to take whatever she can.
“Please come for me,” Agatha cries. “Please, Rio.”
Rio slams in hard one final, beautiful time. Agatha feels her twitching inside of her while she grinds her hips down, staying deep. Spilling herself deep. Agatha rides out her orgasm as Rio comes inside of her, filling her with a warmth that makes Agatha feel absolutely fucking feral.
Agatha claws at Rio’s back and shoulders as she comes, hoping Rio’s able to keep going.
“Wanna wrap my legs around you,” Agatha whines. “Wanna keep you inside.”
Rio lets out a short, breathy laugh, though her gaze is intense and gravely serious.
“I bet you do,” Rio whispers. “But you begged me to use you, so you’ll have to take it how I want you.”
“Oh my god.”
“You can take another one, can’t you?”
“Yes,” Agatha says, nearly tripping over her own tongue. “Fuck, yes, baby. Now.”
Rio starts moving again. Immediately, Agatha can feel Rio’s come dripping out around her dick, making her impossibly more wet as Rio fucks her at a punishing pace.
Rio manages to stay hard for an impressive amount of time after that, driving Agatha through multiple peaks. Sweat slick and floating on the euphoric high of being that close to one another, they both collapse in Rio’s bed, exhausted. Frankly, Agatha doesn’t have it in her to do anything but curl into Rio’s body and fall into a deep, wonderful sleep.
***
In the morning, Agatha finds Rio looking at her, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Hey,” Agatha grins, hands on Rio’s bare waist.
“Morning,” Rio says. She kisses the top of Agatha’s head, but her movements seem stiff.
“You’re so tense,” Agatha murmurs. “Are you sore?”
“No, just a little worried.”
At that, Agatha pushes herself up on her elbows and stares, brow furrowed.
“Worried?”
“Yeah. I just…” Rio runs her hand through her hair and Agatha cannot stop staring at how her muscles flex when she moves. “Um. How are you feeling about last night?”
A small vortex of despair opens up in Agatha’s heart.
“Fantastic,” she frowns. “Are you feeling… bad?”
“Oh, god, no,” Rio says, reaching for Agatha’s hands. “That came out wrong. I meant, ah… I came inside you by accident.”
“And then several times on purpose, yes.”
“Yes. I got a bit feral about it.”
“Which you are welcome to continue doing as often as you’d like.”
“Oh. Really? That wasn’t just because it’d already happened unintentionally?”
“Oh my fucking god, Rio, are you freaking out because you think I didn’t want you to come inside me?!”
“A little!”
Agatha scoffs, throws the covers off, and stands up.
“Come,” Agatha demands, holding out a hand. Rio follows in her sleep shorts as Agatha drags her to the kitchen.
“What’s going on? Are you hungry?”
Wordlessly, Agatha takes the cake out of the fridge and sets it on the counter.
“I got dessert for us,” Agatha says. “I stashed it in your fridge to give to you after the movie, but we were preoccupied.”
“That’s so sweet, Agatha. I’m sorry I didn’t get to see it last night.”
“Shut up and look at it.”
Rio comes up behind Agatha, both hands on her hips and chin on her shoulder as Agatha lifts open the top of the cake box.
As Rio peers down to look, she presses Agatha against the counter.
“Oh, you were desperate for me,” Rio laughs.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Agatha scoffs, leaning back into Rio’s touch.
“Hmm…” Rio reaches forward and drags her finger through the frosting, bringing it to Agatha’s mouth. Agatha sucks her clean without thinking about it.
“I think writing Just breed me already on a cake is pretty desperate behavior.”
“If that’s what you need to tell yourself to calm down.”
“Tell myself?” Rio teases. She pushes her hips forward, and Agatha feels the unmistakable outline of a rapidly growing boner against her ass. “You were planning on taking me home and begging me to breed you via a cake, Agatha. That’s absolute desperation.”
Agatha bends over, braces her forearms on the counter, and grinds her ass more pointedly against Rio’s dick.
“It feels like my plan is working.”
Agatha grins as Rio’s hands tighten on her hips.
“Well, you did say whenever I want.”
“And I meant that.”
“I know,” Rio answers. “Care to find out what you’re getting yourself into?”
“Would I like to have my cake and eat it, too? Obviously.”
Rio groans into a laugh.
“That joke ought to earn you an outright sex strike.”
“How about a punishment instead?”
“Deal," Rio answers.