As he stands there, the decision hangs heavy in the air between us. The temptation is real, and I can see it in his eyes—a wild, untamed desire that threatens to break free from the constraints of reason.

"What if we... explore something else?" he suggests, his voice low and husky. "Something more primal."

My heart races at the thought. "What did you have in mind?" I ask, my curiosity piqued.

He steps closer, his hands reaching out to cup my cheeks. "Anal," he whispers, his breath warm against my skin. "And without a condom this time."

The idea both terrifies and excites me. I nod, my resolve strengthening with each passing second. "Yes," I breathe, "let's do it."

Without wasting another moment, he leads me to the large, plush sofa in the corner of the room. He positions me on all fours, my face buried in the soft cushions. The room spins slightly as I brace myself for what's to come.

He kneels behind me, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every inch of me. His fingers find my entrance, teasing and stretching me gently at first. Each touch sends waves of pleasure crashing through me, but I know the real challenge lies ahead.

"Ready?" he asks, his voice thick with anticipation.

I nod, unable to speak as fear and excitement intertwine within me. He lines himself up, his tip pressing against my tight entrance. With a deep breath, he pushes forward, slowly breaching me.

Pain explodes like fireworks inside me, sharp and intense. I gasp, my body trembling under the onslaught. He pauses, giving me time to adjust, his hands gentle on my hips.

"You're doing so well," he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. "Just relax, let me in."

Gradually, the pain subsides, replaced by a throbbing ache that signals my body's acceptance. He begins to move, each thrust deliberate and controlled, gradually increasing in depth and intensity.

"That's it," he growls, his voice raw with lust. "Feel how I stretch you, how I claim you."

His words ignite a fire within me, fueling my own desires. I push back against him, meeting his thrusts with growing confidence. The rhythm builds, our bodies moving in perfect synchrony.

"You're so tight," he moans, his grip tightening on my hips. "So perfect for me."

He leans down to whisper in my ear, his voice dripping with raw intensity. "I can't breed your asshole, but god, I can feel your insides shake," he murmurs, each word a tactile caress that sends shivers down my spine.

His dirty talk is a potent aphrodisiac. I feel a surge of boldness, turning my head slightly to meet his gaze. "Then make me shake more," I challenge, my voice a mix of vulnerability and daring.

He responds with a wicked grin, his hands gripping my hips tighter as he readjusts his position. "Almost there," he warns, his voice strained. "Hold on tight."

With one final, powerful thrust, he reaches his climax, and he withdraws his cock to spray his seed onto my ass. He holds me, his breathing heavy against my neck.

He draws his cum around more on my ass, then sticks his fingers dripped with it into my mouth. I open up.

"Next week," he says, his voice filled with longing, "After you come back from your work trip, I need to go back to feeling your vagina."