Page 78 of Connor's Claim
“Lube,” he explained.
His fingers glided over my buttocks and in between. Teased my rear entrance. Never once had anyone touched me there, and I could do nothing but wait and feel. One fingertip entered that tight ring. Toying with me, a second going in, too. It was the strangest sensation. Not pleasant, not at first.
Not until he was knuckle-deep. Then, a strange burst of need rebounded through me from someplace new inside, unlike anything I’d ever felt.
Connor swore, his voice tight. “Going to fuck ye here now.”
The head of his dick replaced his fingers, and I sprang open my eyes, finding the view of the city ahead of me.
And the reflection of him in the dark room, braced over my form, with his arms shaking and his dick pointing down.
He pushed inside me.
Panic returned. He was so big. This was nothing like his fingers.
Yet I couldn’t take my eyes off him, unable to fathom how the huge amount of dick still there in the reflection was going to fit inside me. Somehow, my body gave way. Inch by inch, I accepted him.
My bloodied, possessive killer boy, going in deep, whispering words of adoration and settling kisses on my shoulders.
My insides pulsed, and I breathed through delicious, building need.
He bottomed out and groaned, then bucked hard, right against my ass. “Ye have no idea how beautiful ye are, taking me like this. Now I need to get your toy into ye as well.”
I moaned, half in fear and half in curiosity. There was no way he could do it. His dick was too big, and my body was already stretched.
Yet there it was, entering my pussy while he spread my ass.
Helplessly, I throbbed around him. The sensation was so strange from where he was in my body, but potent.
Connor pressed my knee out more, switching the vibrator on so it buzzed on my taut skin. “Come on, baby. Just an inch then I’ll let ye be.”
He adjusted his position to pull out halfway, edging the toy in at the same time. My pussy accepted it, and it penetrated me, just enough to hit my G-spot.
I gasped, and a powerful shock of pleasure washed over me. Two holes, held open by him. Nothing had ever felt like this.
“Fucking yes,” Connor chanted.
He commenced a rhythm, the vibrator held still but his dick pumping in and out of me. It built up to a punishing surge, and all I could do was surrender to the winding, charging up of insistent pleasure, coming from new places and so powerful I barely remembered to breathe.
This, I loved. Him taking what he needed from me. I adored having his praise and feeling how hard I made him. He pushed me endlessly, and I wouldn’t change any of it.
And though I was sedated, my body knew what to do. A climax shocked me, breaking loose in a stunning, blinding crest. My eyes shuttered closed. Bright need turned to deep satisfaction.
Connor gave a broken cry and stuttered in his thrusts. He came, holding his dick in as hard as he could, his skin againstmine, and his pulses extending my orgasm for far longer than ever before.
Then he dropped down over me. Kissed my shoulder. The discarded vibrator rolled away, and he pulled out of my body.
“Shower next,” he muttered. “Victor can go to hell. You’re mine all night long.”
Chapter 26
Cassie
Moans pierced the walls of my nest, and I flexed for my headphones to continue the movie I’d just started. Around me, in the bedroom I’d taken ownership of, my possessions were somewhat neatly arranged.
My duvet. A suitcase of clothes. A borrowed rack to hang cute dresses on.
Arran had grumbled when I informed him I was staying over, but he hadn’t asked questions, and I’d moved into a room on the cam girls’ floor. Here, I was never lonely, because those bitches worked like a boss, all night long. I always had company, even if it got a little noisy if someone took the room next door. The women and men who fucked themselves or each other in front of cameras for paying viewers were super welcoming, and vocal.