Page 40 of Deadmen's Queen
“Are you okay?” He asked again.
I nodded, biting my lip as the initial shock subsided to a dull ache. I was okay. More than okay. Was it painful? Yes. But was it worth it? Definitely yes.
“My good girl,” he murmured, pressing another soft kiss to my lips. Inch by inch, he eased into me, stretching me in ways I'd never been stretched before. Each push was agonizingly slow, but deliciously pleasurable. I clung to him, my fingers digging into his back as he filled me completely. When he finally started moving again, the pleasure was exquisite. Slowly at first, as my body adjusted to his size.
Pleasure began to override the pain after a few more thrusts, and I found myself writhing beneath him, matching his rhythm. The feel of him sliding in and out of me was unlike anything I’d ever known before; a delicious kind of torture that left me moaning and gasping for air.
“Bast,” I whimpered. “Faster. More…”
Bast smiled down at me then, a wicked grin that sent shivers down my spine. He picked up the pace, his thrusts growing faster and harder. His cock filled me so completely, stretching me out deliciously with each push. I moved with him, my hips rising to meet his forceful thrusts, taking him deeper.
His fingers dug into my hips, holding me down as he claimed me. Owned me. Each thrust sent delightful shocks of pleasure through my body, each one stronger than the last. I gasped and moaned with every movement, my fingers clutching at his broad shoulders. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into me, causing stars to explode behind my eyes.
I cried out in pleasure, my body arching up to meet him. He reached down between us, finding my clit and rubbing it in circles while continuing to thrust into me. The dual sensation made me cry out again, my body beginning to tremble with an impending orgasm.
Bast quickened his pace even more, pounding into me relentlessly. My body responded with desperate need, matching him thrust for thrust. I could feel myself tightening around him, the telltale sign that I was close.
“Bast...I...” I stammered out, trying to prepare him for what was coming.
“I know,” he groaned back, his voice rough with arousal. “Let go for me, Paige. Come on my cock, princess.”
That was all it took. With one final thrust from Bast and a quick rub of my clit, I was spiralling into oblivion. An indescribable wave of pleasure washed over me as I came around him, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out as he continued to slam into me, prolonging the pleasure.
Suddenly he pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach. He grabbed my hips, pulling me back against him and before I had a chance to react, he plunged back into me from behind. The new angle sent waves of pleasure coursing through me; it was deeper, rougher and I loved every second of it.
“Fuck,” Bast growled in my ear as he continued to pound into me. “I fucking love this pussy. So fucking wet and needy for my cock.”
I moaned as he slammed into me, his hands holding me steady as he took what he wanted, driving into me relentlessly. His hand slipped underneath us, finding my clit and circling it with his fingers.
“Come for me again, Paige,” he ordered. “I want my cock soaked in your cum, and I know you want to. My dirty little slut. I knew you’d love my cock inside you. I knew you’d love being fucked.”
The sensation was overwhelming, and his words sent me spiralling towards another climax. I was a dirty little slut in his arms, around his cock, and I fucking loved it. My body strained to keep up with his punishing pace but I loved every second of it. The feel of him buried deep inside me was all I could ever think about, all that mattered to me in that moment. Every thrust, every grunt of pleasure from him, brought me closer to the edge. I cried out as my second orgasm hit with even more force than the first, ripping through me in a wild rush of pleasure and causing me to scream out Bast's name.
As my body came crashing down from the high, Bast's thrusts began to falter. His breathing grew ragged and strained, and I could feel his grip on my hips tightening. With a primal growl, he gave one final powerful thrust deep inside me, his body convulsing as he let loose, spilling his warmth within me.
“Fuck, Paige!” he shouted out my name, holding my hips pinned against his as he fought for breath.
After a few moments, he pulled out, making me wince, and rolled to the side, pulling me down and into his arms. I lay there breathing hard, feeling the thud of his heartbeat against my back. His arms were warm around me, and his hand stroked over my hair. He pressed soft kisses against my shoulder; a strange mixture of tenderness and possessiveness that made my heart flutter.
“I didn't think it would be this amazing,” I admitted quietly.
“Expectations exceeded, then?” Bast asked with a husky chuckle, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm.
“Definitely.”
“You okay?” He whispered in my ear. “I didn't hurt you too much?”
“A tiny bit,” I admitted. “But it was worth it.”
Bast gave a soft laugh. “I’m glad it was acceptable.”
I turned in his arms, grinning up at him. “Oh you were acceptable, for sure.”
“Just acceptable?” he asked.
“Mmm, yeah, not bad for a first go,” I said, pretending to think it over.
“Oh, princess, that sounds like a challenge. You might regret that,” he told me, dark eyes burning into mine as he rolled us over so I was sitting astride him. He was hard again already, and I gasped as he lifted me up by my hips and lowered me down onto his cock.