Page 11 of More Tricks

This was the side of Picasso I knew lived just under the surface. The part of himself that he was afraid of but came out when his brother was threatened, disrespected, or in danger. I, myself, had been on the receiving end of it a few times in the early days. Picasso had his own monster lurking in the depths, but he’d spend his whole life trying to hide it.

“I will accept my punishment,” I whispered as he sucked on my earlobe, then moved back down my neck rolling my nipples between his fingers.

“Look who can be a good girl,” he teased as he retreated back down between my legs. “Let’s see if you taste as good as I remember.”

He spread me open and laid his tongue flat, licking me from ass to clit, making me scream at the overwhelming sensations that roared through my body. I’d been so primed and ready to go from his touches that with a simple lick, I was blessed with my first orgasm of many, I hoped. “Holy fuck, you better not stop at just that.”

“What did I say about this being quick? I might love you, but I’m not that selfless to pass on getting my own release. Filling you up with my cum, marking my territory, because I’m the one in charge this morning,” Picasso reminded, his hot breath teasing my needy cunt.

My hips undulated as if begging him to touch me once more. That one single lick wasn’t enough to satisfy the fire he’d built up in me. His beard tickled my flesh, driving me crazy as I knew how close he was but kept from doing more than teasing me. Then a finger slowly glided through my wetness and circled my opening but hardly applied any pressure. Picasso was truly planning on making this a punishment of the best kind I wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

He slid a single finger inside me, and he curled it up and down right where my G-spot was. My back arched as I felt another orgasm being teased out of me slowly then when my walls started to clamp down on him, he pulled his finger out. Instead, he trailed it down to my asshole and started to massage his slick finger around the entrance.

“You enjoy your tight little hole being fucked, don’t you? Which do you like more, pussy or ass?” Picasso mused as he pushed the finger in just enough to get past the tight ring, working it and encouraging it to relax for him. “I think from what I’ve heard, you might like anal better than normal fucking. What do you think? Should I take you in the ass this morning?”

“Are you really giving me the choice?” I rebutted, knowing he was enjoying being in control for once.

Picasso flashed me a smile that told me all I needed to know. “I suppose not, but I guess I was curious as to what your answer would be.”

“My answer is take me however you want me. I will enjoy every second of it either way,” I said, running my hand through his hair and out of his face. “Do with me what you want. I’ll be able to handle it, don't you worry.”

Picasso caught my hand and kissed the palm of it, then let it go, scooped up my legs and bent me in half so my ass was up in the air, feet over my head. His tongue ran over my asshole, making sure it was good and wet as he ate my ass out. It was as if he was determined to get me to loosen up for him as fast as possible with talent and technique I’d never experienced before. Never did I think feeling the rough sensation of a beard swirling over my hole would feel so good.

Then he made sure to get me nice and wet with his spit before he reintroduced his finger, pushing it in further. Picasso took his time working it in and out, swirling and stretching until he could add a second finger. I loved the way my body felt when people fucked my ass. There was this innate urge to push it out, but when you relaxed into it, there were sensations that would blow your mind. Never did I think my ass could have so much feeling to it, but hot damn, people were missing out when they ignored this forbidden pleasure.

“I think you’re ready,” Picasso announced as he rolled off the bed and pulled open a drawer, grabbing a bottle of lube. “While spit might work, it can only get you so far, and I plan on owning that ass of yours for a good long while. Now flip over and stick that ass up in the air.”

Without hesitation, I did as he directed, wiggling my ass in excitement as I felt the shock of cold lube hitting my skin. He used those two fingers again to make sure I was as wet as a slip n’ slide before the blunt head of his cock pressed at the entrance. Letting my mind go blank, I relaxed my whole body, leaning into the pressure welcoming him inside me.

God, I wanted to be fucked so bad, for him to just slam into me, but he was the one running the show.

Inch by inch, he filled me until his thighs met my body, having taken everything from tip to root. His hands landed on my hips as he pulled out just as slowly, making me quiver and moan as the feel of him stroked the parts of me that few took the time to find. A few more rounds of achingly unhurried movements, Picasso felt I was ready for the show to begin. His hips moved faster as he kept each thrust as deep as he could make it. I turned my face to the side, needing to suck in as much air as possible with how he was driving me mad.

“Please, Picasso, please just let go and ruin me,” I begged.

He leaned over, draping his body over my back so he could speak into my ear. “Is that what you really want, to be ruined by us? Something tells me you don’t know what it feels like for someone to make love to you, always pushing for it to be rough and raw. That’s not going to happen this morning, spitfire. I’m going to teach you it doesn’t always have to be frenzied.”

Fucking hell, this man was going to kill me. Other than Cognac’s version of lovemaking which involved heavy amounts of denial, I’d always encouraged things to be rough. That’s how life was unless you could hold your own. It chewed you up and spat you out. What Picasso wanted was something I didn’t know if I could do.

Brushing my hair from my neck, Picasso started to kiss his way down it to my shoulder. His arm curled around my waist until his fingers found my clit, which he started to rub in a circular motion. Hearing his labored breaths in my ear as the feel of his body covering mine made me feel protected in a strange way. The other had found my breast and started to knead it as his lips kissed any skin he could find.

“That’s it, spitfire, surrender to me, let me love your body, worship it as it was meant to be worshiped,” Picasso murmured, his pace speeding up a little more with shorter strokes.

With the uptake in speed, he used more pressure on my clit, driving me over the edge into a climax. “Picasso.” I moaned as I felt him join me in finishing.

Picasso grunted as he thrust into my ass, ensuring he was as deep as he could get while he came. “You. Are. Mine, spitfire,” he growled into my ear with one last pounding thrust.

Both of us breathing heavily, he rolled us to our sides but didn’t remove his cock from me. Instead, he pulled my top leg over his and speared two fingers into my pussy. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, he was stroking my sweet spot with single-minded determination. Another orgasm slammed into me, making my body go rigid, clamping down on his cock still inside me. We groaned in pleasure, but he wasn’t done with me yet, finger fucking me through the moment.

Everything was feeling too sensitive, and when I turned to tell him to let me have a break, his lips descended upon mine, cutting off my words. He started to move his hips slowly in time with his fingers double fucking me in a way I’d never experienced. My body started to shiver and convulse as another wave of euphoria washed over me, making me babble senseless words and completely at his mercy. This man single-handedly turned my brain into mush by just making love to me as he promised.

“Picasso, please, I don’t think I can take any more,” I begged as he stilled his fingers and cock, just holding me in suspended pleasure as my pussy twitched around the digits.

Picasso nuzzled into my neck. “Just let me hold you like this for a bit. I love the feeling of being this intimate with you, knowing I’m one of the lucky bastards you claimed.”

“You just like that it means you can fuck me whenever you want,” I teased.

He snorted, nipping at my ear. “We both know that’s not true. How long has it taken me to get you in my bed?”