His mouth is on my thigh, his tongue lapping up the slick path that my arousal has created. He moves his sinful mouth closer and closer to the part of my body that is weeping with need for him. Fisting the mattress tightly, I push back as he swipes his tongue across my swollen lips. He licks a little harder the second time, and my desperate moan splits the silence.
“Phillipe,” I cry out.
Instead of a response, I feel his mouth leave the space between my thighs right before he grasps my hips. His insistent cock kisses my pussy, as slowly, inch by delicious inch, he slides into my wet center. When his hips are finally flush against my ass, he stops and waits. I try to push back, but he holds me still.
“Not yet,” he says, running his fingers over the curve of my spine. “Jesus, you’re perfect.”
Panting heavily, I can feel my breasts swaying and aching as he plays my body as expertly as someone would an instrument. Finally, he grips me and starts to move. Gradually at first, he pulls his cock from me before he rocks forward, slamming back in hard. I cry out and hold on to the comforter. Again, he stops, fully seated in my pulsating core. His fingers repeat their motion on my spine, flirting down my back, but this time, they don’t stop at the end of my tailbone. They continue their path to my ass and push against my rear entrance.
Before I can question or get comfortable with the notion, the fingers are gone, and he’s pulling out of me and slamming back inside, making me forget everything but the deep penetration of him at this angle.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts as he impales me over and over.
My whole body jerks forward with each strong thrust. Moaning and shoving my hips back against him, I find everything in my mind is gone. All thoughts have disappeared. In their place, pure instinct fills me with the need to fuck and demand to be fucked. I find myself thrusting back on the cock that is dominating my every feeling at this moment. When his finger returns to my ass, I feel the tip of it pushing inside, and all I can do is strain back against him harder.
Instead of being frightened, I’m even more turned on, knowing that I am giving him what he wants, and the thought of what he’s seeing as he fucks me and fingers my ass further seduces me.
“Gemma, you’re so tight back here. So fucking warm.”
He stills inside my soaked and well-used cunt as he leans over and grabs my hair. Jerking my head back, he makes me look at him over my shoulder. His eyes are almost glowing in the darkness, and the feral lust on his face ignites my own fevered desire. As he watches me, he pushes his finger deep inside me, and I scream out.
“Yes,” he groans, and starts to fuck me again. “I’m going to take you. I’m going to fuck your ass hard, and you’re going to love every fucking moment of it,” he promises as he releases my hair.
My head falls forward, and I brace my hands on the bed as he hammers into me. Abruptly, he pulls out completely.
The shock and loss of his fullness makes me cry out, “Phillipe.”
There’s no response in the darkness, the only sound is my harsh breathing. I can’t even hear him at first, but then he’s back. His lips are against my ass cheek as he nips and bites the tender skin there.
He grips both ass cheeks, pulling them apart to spread me wide. Ashamed but aroused, I groan and lower my head to the mattress, leaving my hips in the air. I’m on display, and he can see everything.
“Oh yes, you are fucking delicious,” he tells me before swiping his tongue over my quivering hole.
“Oh God,” I gasp, feeling my pussy clench.
He chuckles sensually against my exposed flesh. “You like that,” he states before he continues to swipe his tongue against me.
Closing my eyes, I try to forget what he is seeing and just go with the sensation. I feel one of his fingers right there beside his tongue, and as it pushes into my back passage, I grind back toward him. My body is greedy for anything he will give me.
“That’s right, take my finger into you. Suck it in deep.”
His voice is as hypnotic as his finger and mouth. As he starts fucking me with his long digit, he bites my ass cheek and dips to lick where his finger is penetrating me. I can hear my whimpers of pleasure and frustration, and I don’t even understand what it is I want.
More?Do I really want him to fuck me there? Where his finger is?These are the lust-crazed thoughts I’m having as a second finger pushes inside of me, stretching me wider. I wince through the bite of pain and concentrate on his mouth, focusing on my need to climax.
I’m so wet and achy that I feel like I’m going to soak the entire mattress. As he continues to stretch me for his final penetration, I feel a third digit push in slowly.
I cry out at the sharp sting of pain. “Fuck.”
When all three fingers are fully inside of me, he licks around them and bites my ass cheek hard.
“You ready, Gemma? Show me you’re ready,” he whispers against my flesh.
I think about how I am supposed to do that. As he leaves his fingers snug and still inside of me, my body begins to grow accustomed to the foreign feeling, and I find I have this insatiable need to move. Pushing back on his hand, I start to rock my hips against his fingers, and I can feel them moving in and out of me.
“You’ve fucking destroyed me. First she did, and now you are.”
I don’t have a voice at this moment. Honestly, nothing in my brain is functioning except my unanswered need, so I don’t reply. He removes his fingers, and I whimper at the loss until I feel his throbbing tip resting against my stretched hole.
