Page 53 of Sky and the Grumpy Troll

Two fingers. The stretch was sharper now, and I groaned, and Sky’s free hand moved to my cock and stroked me lazily, the oil on his hands making the slide slick and delicious. The combination created a circuit of sensation that ran between the two points where he was touching me. When his fingers curled and found a spot inside me that I had written about in novels but never experienced—

“Oh.” The word left me involuntarily. “Oh, that is — fuck, I like that spot.”

“That’s your prostate,” Sky said, and he pressed it again, and my hips lurched off the edge of the bath, and a sound came out of me that I could not have replicated with intention. “Every man has one,” he said, rubbing it in slow circles while his other hand tightened on my cock. “But not everyone gets off on having it touched.”

“I think I do.” I whimpered, arching my back to try to offer him better access.

“Mm, of course you do, my sexy little slut.”

I could not respond because my vocabulary had, once again, been rendered useless. He scissored his fingers, stretching me a little, then pressed once again, working me open with a patience I did not share. Soon he had three fingers inside me, fucking in and out of my hole with a slick, filthy sound that made me throw my head back and cry out. The stretch burned and then eased and then became something I craved, something I rocked back against, wanting more, deeper, the fullness of it addictive in a way that reminded me of the trolgar, a sensation I had never known I was missing until it was given to me.

“You look sexy as hell like this, but I think for your first fuck, we’d better do it in the bed. Tub’s too slippery.” He tugged his fingers out of me.

The sound I made at the loss of him was a humiliating cry of dismay.

“Baby likes to be filled. Noted,” he said, eyes sparkling with humor. He climbed out of the tub, snagging a fresh vial of oil from the counter, and helped me to my feet. I looked down at him, so much smaller than me, but so much more powerful. Sky had me wrapped around his little finger, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I climbed out of the bath on legs that did not fully support me, and he caught me as I wobbled, helping me to lie down, and I winced a little as my sore ass hit the sheets.

“Lift.” He shoved a pillow under my bottom. “Now hold your thighs here. Spread yourself for daddy’s cock.”

I stuck out my tongue at him. “You’re not my daddy.”

That earned me a wicked grin. “Just you wait.”

I huffed out a breath and grabbed the back of my thighs, spreading myself open again for him, shivering with anticipation.

Sky climbed between my legs. He was hard, his cock flushed and slick with oil. It wasn’t huge, but it was large for the size of his body, and in this position, it felt impossible. How could it fit? He dragged the blunt head of it between my cheeks, teasing me.

“Oh, come on, Sky, just fuck me.”

His eyebrows shot up, and he leaned forward, giving my cock a long suck. That felt good, but it was not what I was craving, and I made a grumpy sound at him.

“Imagine what your readers would think if they knew you were such a slut for daddy’s cock.”

“I’m not going to call you daddy!”

“Sir? Master? I suppose we can discuss that later.” He guided himself to my hole and pressed the head against me. The pressure was immense.

“Flex and then release,” he whispered. “Let me in.”

Finally, he slid inside, and the stretch was so intense I was shaking.

“Are you all the way in?” I whimpered.

“That’s just the tip.”

“Oh fuck. Sky. How are you so big?”

He pushed a little deeper, and I groaned as his cock dragged across the spot he’d been teasing inside me. Deeper still, and my vision went white, pain and pleasure melding together into that floating place Sky had taught me about, the one only Sky knew I could reach.

At last, he was buried to the hilt, his hips tight against my ass, and he held still, his hands on my thighs, his breath ragged as he let me feel what it was like to have him in me, a hot intrusion of him inside my body, filling a space I had not known was empty.

“Okay?” he asked.

“I need a moment.”

“Take all the time you need, sweetheart.”