Page 140 of Breathe Like Hell

“Yes. We’re going to go upstairs.”

“But…” She groaned into the carpet, her voice getting strangled when I pushed deeper. “But what if⁠—”

“Dakota,” I cut her off. “I am fully aware of how anal sex works. Fully aware. I wouldn’t ask for this if I didn’t want it with every goddamn inch of me. But I do, and that’s why you’re going to let me fuck you there.”

“Okay,” she whimpered.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

I pulled out, then tucked my dick away before picking her up and carrying her upstairs with her pants and underwear still stretched halfway down her thighs. She always looked so slutty like this—half-undressed, the most private places of her so casually exposed—like a doll made just for fucking.

I put her on my bed, then worked on taking the rest of her clothes off, my cock throbbing painfully at the sight of her and the promise of what was to come.

“Micah, I’m worried,” Dakota repeated, her fingers twisting nervously together. “Don’t people, like, prepare for this? Actually—I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Sometimes, yeah. But it’s not something I’m bothered by,” I reassured her, tracing the shape of her waist with my hands, then cupping her breasts.

“Could you take away my nervousness?”

That felt dangerously close to forcing her consent.

Even if it wasn’t, it was too close for me.

“I’ll take away your sight instead. All you can do is feel me, hear me, submit to me. Every other sensation is magnified. I’ll do that after I make you come once.”

“Okay.” She nodded. I leaned forward to kiss her tits, then up her neck to her mouth, before I sat back and grabbed lube from my nightstand. Dakota watched me curiously.

“Vibrator or my mouth?” I questioned, stroking my fingers over her pussy.

“Fuck, your mouth.”

“Do you need to be tied up? Or can you handle it?”

“I can handle it,” she promised.

“Good girl. Now you just relax, alright? You trust me. I’ve got you.”

She nodded, lower lip trapped between her teeth, eyes glassy.

I put lube on one of my fingers, then lowered myself between her legs, licking up the length of her cunt as I prepared to take her ass. She was tense but made no moves to stop me as I slowly put the tip of my finger inside her.

“It feels weird,” she whispered through a little moan as I sucked on her clit.

“It’ll feel good, baby girl. Be patient.”

I took my time stretching her out, first with one finger, then two, paying generous attention to her clit the entire time. Her body language was easy for me to read, so I stopped each time right before she came, working her up more and more, leaving her on the edge until she got desperate enough to want more of my fingers, until she was spreading her legs, taking me deeper.

“That’s so good, Dakota. So fucking good.”

She rolled her hips, panting as I fluttered my tongue over her needy clit.

“Please let me come,” she whispered.

“Beg.” Satisfaction glowed in my chest, my erection aching in my pants.

“Please, please, please.” Her eyes were squeezed shut, stomach quivering, clitoris practically pulsing on my tongue. “I’ll let you do anything you want to me. I need to come.”

“You’d already let me do anything I wanted to you.”