Page 218 of Sinister

“Right there,” I say and point to the spot between my legs. “I need you there.”

“How much do you need me there?” he asks with a raised brow.

I can only manage one word: “Please.”

He smirks at me. “You need me that much?”

I gulp down and nod fervently. That spot between my legs is already wet and aching, and as I move my pelvis toward him, I try to get some friction to lessen the ache.

“Please, I need you to touch me there. Please,” I continue begging.

He smiles sensuously at me as he drags one finger along my folds.

“How do you want me to touch you? With my hands?” he says as he pinches that pleasure spot before going lower and inserting a finger inside me.

The sudden intrusion makes me flinch, but instead of drawing back, I push forward, needing more of him inside.

“Or do you want my mouth?” he asks.

“Both,” I whimper. “Mouth, please.”

He seems to be having fun at my expense, seeing how much I need him, how much I want him.

So this was his plan all along—he wanted me to be so mindless with pleasure, so needy, that I only care about one thing: his fingers on me, inside of me, his mouth on me.

His cock inside of me.

He pumps his finger into me a couple of times before withdrawing, leaving me bereft.

I clench my muscles, feeling the emptiness already, but it’s not for long before he grabs my buttocks with both hands and pushes my pelvis upward toward his waiting mouth.

He throws my legs over his shoulders as he buries his head between my thighs.

I let out a loud moan at the first contact of his mouth with my private part. He licks me thoroughly before wrapping his mouth around that pleasure bud, sucking it deeply, biting and nibbling until I am so far gone that I no longer have control over what I do or say.

I move wildly on the floor, seeking to grab onto something as the pleasure inside me builds and builds. My words, too, are a cacophony of unintelligible sounds as I strain to reach that much-awaited pinnacle.

And then his fingers are inside me again—two of them.

He pushes them all the way in, curling them around a hidden spot while sucking on me until I’m so mindless with pleasure, I cry out loud.

It’s an earth-shattering noise as I scream and shout and wail, tears streaming down my cheeks with the power of my release.

Just as I’m about to come down from the high, he lines his cock at my entrance, pushing in.

It’s tight, painful, and entirely not what I imagined.

It hurts far too much—though I should have expected it given his monstrous size.

“You’re so tight,” he groans. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

It’s so painful, I squirm back to try to get away from him. But there’s nowhere for me to run.

Even though everything in me screams to escape the pain, there’s also a part of me that wants this, that’s curious about it.

He pulls me toward him as he wiggles to get deeper inside, and then, in one swift thrust, he enters me all the way.

I cry out in pain.