He repeats the process several times—pulling it out, gathering my juices, and then sliding it into my ass—and every time, when he pushes it into me, the pleasure intensifies. When he does it again, instinctually, I push back, wanting his finger to go deeper.
“Does it feel good?” he murmurs against my lips. “My finger in your ass?”
“Yes,” I pant, needing more.
He pulls it out, and I whine at the emptiness. But like all the times before, he dips it back into my juices and then sinks not one, but two fingers into my ass.
“Oh God,” I mutter, feeling so full.
“That’s it, baby,” he says. “I want you to fuck my fingers like a good girl.”
At his words, I thrust my ass back, and his fingers slide deeper into me. There’s a bite of pain from him adding a second finger, but it quickly morphs into pleasure as I fuck his fingers.
The hand that’s not busy fucking my ass reaches around and circles my clit, and within seconds, I come completely undone, screaming out his name as I climax all over his fingers.
“I want your cock in my ass,” I beg, shocking myself when he removes his fingers from inside me.
He chuckles and tilts my face back, kissing me quick but hard. “I’ll be right back. Get on all fours and put that peach of an ass in the air.”
He gives it a playful slap and then pads to the bathroom. When he returns, he’s gloriously naked, and his cock is glistening with …
“Is that lube?”
“You think I’m going to fuck your ass without it?” He shakes his head. “It’s one thing to put a couple of fingers in there. But I promised I wouldn’t hurt you, and I meant it.”
He comes up behind me, and his hard length rubs against the crack of my ass when he leans over and trails sensual kisses down my spine. When he gets to my ass, he bites my left cheek, making me squeal, and then rubs the sting away.
I can’t see what he’s doing, but I feel the cold liquid run down my crack, and then Kane rubs it in, making me moan in pleasure.
“What’s your safe word?” he asks.
“What?” I breathe out, unable to think clearly with his fingers massaging my ass.
He stops, and I glance back.
“What’s your safe word, Princess?”
“Roses. Now, please, fuck my ass.”
I never thought I’d be begging for a man to take me in the back door, but here we are, and despite the orgasm he already gave me, I’m too turned on to be self-conscious about it.
Kane lines up the crown of his cock with my entrance, and when he slowly pushes in, pain courses through me.
“Oh shit, it hurts,” I mutter, trying to stay in the moment before memories from my past threaten to overtake me.
“Do you need to use your safe word?”
“No,” I gasp, shaking my head. “Keep going.”
“Push out,” he commands gently, and since I don’t want this to hurt, I listen.
Slowly, he slides in, and with the inch that enters me, the pain mixes with pleasure.
When he stills, I release a harsh breath.
“You’re in?”
“Halfway.” He chuckles, and I groan. “Reach beneath you and stroke your clit.”
