"Jace," I whimper as the tip of his finger pushes in, and my head bangs on the headboard at how exquisite it feels.
I force my muscles to loosen, breathing deeply, and he presses in slowly. "Good girl, taking it so well," he praises. "Look at you, opening up for me." He pushes deeper, inch by inch, until his finger is seated fully. The fullness is intense, foreign, but the way he curls it slightly sends sparks shooting up my spine.
"Oh, God," I moan, my hips twitching despite his hold.
"That's it. Feel how I'm owning this ass already? Soon it'll be my dick stretching you wide, pounding into you until you can't think straight."
I nod frantically, my knuckles white on the headboard. "More, please. I need more." My core is tight, pulsing. I could come just like this if he just touched my clit, but when I try to touch myself, he clicks his tongue.
"Ah, ah… You didn't ask."
"Please," I whine, chasing the friction and release.
"Greedy little thing," he says, but there's approval in his tone. He withdraws his finger almost completely, then adds a second, scissoring them gently to open me up further as his other hand descends on my clit to rub me. The burn intensifies, but so does the pleasure, building low in my belly as he twists and thrusts, finding a rhythm that has me panting.
"Fuck, you're so tight back here," he groans, his cock twitching against his thigh as he watches his fingers disappear inside me. "Can't wait to slide my dick in and feel you clamp down. You'll milk me dry, won't you? Begging for my cum deep in your ass."
"Yes, yes," I chant, rocking back as much as he'll allow. "Do it, Jace… oh, God…"
He corrects me with a sharp twist of his fingers that makes me cry out. "You don't demand, Sabine. You ask nicely. Say, 'Please, sir, add another finger to my slutty ass.'"
My face flames, but the words tumble out. "Please, sir, add another finger to my slutty ass."
"Perfect," he purrs, spitting more on my already dripping hole and pressing a third finger against the rim. "Breathe out now. Take it for me."
I exhale, and he pushes in, the stretch bordering on too much, filling me so completely that my vision blurs. He holds still for a moment, letting me adjust, his thumb circling my clit to distract from the burn.
"Such a good girl," he whispers, leaning down to kiss my inner thigh. "Look at you, stuffed with three fingers in your tight hole. You're made for this, aren't you?"
The praise sends heat racing through me, and I feel another orgasm building, impossible as it seems so soon after the first. He starts moving again, slow at first, then faster, fucking me with his fingers while his thumb works my clit in tight circles.
"Oh, fuck, Jace, it's too much?—"
"No, it's exactly what you need," he counters, voice rough. "You're going to come with my fingers buried in your ass, Sabine. Show me how much you love being stretched like this."
I shake my head, overwhelmed, but my body betrays me, hips lifting to meet his thrusts. "Please, don't stop. I need to come, please let me come."
"Beg better," he demands, curling his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. "Tell me you want my dick in your ass."
"Oh, God," I sob, "Oh, holy fuck, I want you in me. Please… I want you in me now."
He groans, speeding up, his free hand pinching my nipple hard enough to send jolts straight to my core. "That's my girl. Come for me now. Squeeze those fingers like you'll squeeze my dick."
The command tips me over, and I shatter again, my body convulsing around his fingers, waves of pleasure crashing through me so intensely I scream his name. He doesn't let up, prolonging it with expert twists and strokes until I'm a trembling mess, barely holding onto the headboard.
Finally, he eases his fingers out, leaving me empty and aching. But he's not done.
Jace leans down to kiss me, and as he does he squelches the ache in my core with one solid thrust of his dick as deep as hecan go. I jolt and clench, but I'm so trembly and relaxed I almost can't enjoy it. "This pussy is so wet I could drink from you…" He grunts, pumping into me a few times, before he pulls out, and I feel his hard tip at my ass now.
"Time for the real thing," he mewls, and I'm undone.
"Yes," I whisper, still shaking. "Yes, now… do it."
He presses the head against me, pushing slowly. "Good girl. Relax and let me in."
The initial breach is intense, his thickness stretching me farther than his fingers did. I gasp, fingers digging into the wood, and he pauses, stroking my sides.
"Breathe, Sabine. You're doing so well."
