Page 104 of Coerced Kiss
“Rest your shoulders on the mattress,” he instructs. “Reach behind you and pull your pussy open.”
“Saverio…”
“You said yes. Now give me what I want.”
“I—”
He cuts me short, bending over me and pressing a hand between my shoulder blades to push me down. The position raises my ass and puts me further on display. His cock brushes against my hip, inviting a full-body shiver. When he gives me space, I stretch my arms behind my back and do what he wants.
“That’s my good girl,” he says. “Show me those pink lips and that tight little button between them. Fuck. You’re beautiful, Anya, from the top of your head to your perfect cunt.”
Instead of turning me off, the crass compliment makes me hotter.
“Stay like that,” he says. “Don’t move.”
I jerk when something brushes over my clit. Turning my face to the side, I rest my cheek on the covers. He’s rubbing the crest of his cock over the apex of my sex, making my thighs quiver with need.
“You like that,” he says with a victorious note, tracing the crack of my ass with a finger.
I tremble when he reaches my opening. Without warning, he sinks his finger deep. The pleasure intensifies, coiling through my lower body.
“You’re tight,” he says. “Hot. You’re going to milk my cock so hard.”
When he starts pumping, I almost lose my balance. I let go to steady myself, but a sharp slap falls on my ass cheek.
“Keep your pussy open until I tell you to let go,” he says. “I’m going to make you come on my fingers, and I want to watch.”
My body answers to the promise with more arousal.
“That’s it.” He adds another finger, increasing the stretch. “I’m going to make you nice and wet for my cock.”
I swallow a moan as he increases his pace.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” he says. “But I know how to make it feel even better.”
Keeping his fingers inside me, he brings his palm down on my left cheek. This time, it stings. The heat travels all the way from my skin to my belly.
“You’re soaking my fingers,” he says, emphasizing every word with a swat that sets my backside on fire. “Your ass was made for spanking. You love this.”
I never would’ve thought so, but I can’t deny it any longer. I knew from the moment he made me come in my kitchen, even when I didn’t want to like it. Already, my inner muscles contract.
“We’re a perfect fit,” he says.
Whack.
“I wish you could see how pretty you look with my fingers in your pussy and your ass painted red with my handprint.”
Whack.
Oh my God. It’s too much. “I’m going to?—”
“You’re not coming,” he says.
Whack.
I suck in a breath, trying to hold back the mounting climax, but it’s already spreading like liquid lava through my loins. My muscles clamp down on the intrusion inside me, locking me in a vise of pleasure that refuses to let up. And then it breaks.
“Anya.” He groans. “You’re so pretty when you come. I love the way your pussy grips my fingers while sucking them deeper.”