“Everything you do feels good, Kian.” His chest rumbled and I could feel his satisfied smile against my neck while his fingers played with my clit.
He lowered me onto my hands and knees, my legs slightly widened. He disappeared for a moment and returned with lube and a pillow that he tucked under my knees. And the whole time, I worked to steady my pulse, wondering if I was crazy or incredibly smart to give this man my virgin ass.
Kian stood behind me, stripping naked as I stared at him over my shoulder. The view must have been obscene, yet the look in his eyes told me he was pleased.
“You look so hot, waiting for me to fuck your ass,” he purred, gripping his hard cock. “First, we’ll prepare you.”
He poured lube into his hand, then spread me wide, his fingers playing at that place. He kissed along my spine as he pushed one finger inside, the odd pleasure making me tense.
“How does it feel?” he asked, gently massaging my back entrance, helping me relax with each passing second.
“Odd,” I breathed, rocking against his fingers. “But good.”
“It shouldn’t hurt. If it does, we stop.”
The gentleness in his voice, or maybe his expert touch, set my entire body on fire and my head thrashed.
His other hand found my clit and he worked a second finger in my ass.
“Fuck,” I moaned, my eyes closing.
“Still okay?” he murmured. “Want me to stop?”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I groaned, the sensation of being fingered from both ends consuming my every rational thought.
After what must have been a few minutes, he replaced his fingers with his cock. I whimpered as the head pushed against me, my body on fire as he inched inside.
“Push back,” he ordered, and I did, my fingers curling into fists as part of me waited for pain to kick in. His body curved over mine, the heat of him cocooning around me. His fingers were still inside my pussy and the sensation was overwhelming, my moans and his harsh breaths echoing around us.
With my eyes half-lidded, I rested against him, grateful for the padding at my knees.
“Are you enjoying this?” he whispered, kissing a hot line down my neck.
A strangled moan was all I could get out.
He urged me on, slowly pulling out and then pushing back in. “That’s my good girl.”
“More,” I begged, rocking against his fingers in my pussy and cock in my ass. It made me feel so incredibly full and needy.
Kian murmured words, a mix of English and Albanian, but he didn’t speed up the tempo. He kept it slow, and it made me all the hotter.
Inch by inch, I pushed myself back on him until, with the last thrust, he was fully inside me, sending undeniable pleasure through my system.
He held my hips as he thrusted. In. Out. In. Out.
“Ahhh,” I gasped, the feeling of fullness overwhelming me. It was too hot. Too everything. A sweet mix of pleasure and pain unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
My hands grabbed his, my fingernails digging into his skin. As if he could sense my hesitation, he stilled.
“Sorry,” I breathed.
“It’s all right,” he said. “How do you feel?”
“It feels… different.” I bit down on my lip.
“Want me to stop?” I shook my head. “I need to hear you, Sophie.”
“No, don’t stop.”
