Page 78 of Ink & Desire
“Maybe I need to fuck the brat out of you more often,” he says from behind me.
The idea of him fucking me into submission every day is almost enough to make my knees give out.
“Mm,” I murmur. “Maybe so.”
Then I feel his hard cock sliding between my legs, coming up to nudge my clit before sliding back again. Without further warning, he presses into me, filling me in one quick, thrust. I moan at the sudden fullness. Thechange in angle has him hitting a different place inside me, one that’s shocking in its intensity.
“Fuck,” I whimper.
He begins to move, keeping his pace slow at first. He slides all the way out until just the head is inside me before pushing back in until he’s buried to the hilt. His fingers grip my ass cheeks, spreading them slightly. I can’t help but wonder what he’s seeing from his vantage point, though I think I have an idea.
“You look so good like this. Taking me so deep.”
I can’t form a response. I can only focus on the feel of him, filling me over and over from behind. His rough grip on my ass is in direct opposition to the almost gentle way he’s fucking my pussy. He’s always surprising me. I never know what he’s going to do next when we’re together.
One of his hands releases my ass and I feel his fingers on my pussy, sliding through the moisture there. I gasp as his fingers brush my clit, but he doesn’t linger there long. Instead, I feel his fingers against my asshole, gently probing without penetrating me. A little thrill goes through me as I wonder how far he’s going to take this. He hasn’t mentioned anything about anal since our first time together. I’d almost forgotten about it. Until now.
Each time he slides out of my pussy, I feel his finger press against my asshole, massaging the tight ring of muscle. I’m shocked to find that it feels better than I expected. I focus on the pleasure and try to push out any thoughts of it being wrong or taboo. With each press ofhis finger against me, I feel my pussy growing wetter. It’s as if my body has already decided it wants this, even if my head is still thinking about it.
“You like it, don’t you angel?” Corbin murmurs.
I nod. “Yes.” My voice is a whisper.
“If you want me to stop, just say the word.”
“Keep going,” I say. “Slow.”
“Don’t move,” he says.
It’s all the warning I get before he pulls out of me, and his hands are gone. I drop my head down onto the bed between my elbows, trying to catch my breath. But he’s back within seconds, his hands on my hips and his cock at my entrance.
“This might be a little cold,” he says before I feel a cool drizzle of liquid between my cheeks.
I gasp at the shock of coolness, but it only lasts a second before I feel Corbin’s finger at my backdoor again, lightly massaging as he fills my pussy with his cock. He goes still once he’s fully sheathed inside me, and I feel my inner walls flutter around his length.
“Try to relax,” he murmurs. “You’re doing so good.”
His words of praise have the same effect they always do. The warmth in my chest spreads throughout my body and I have that overwhelming urge to keep pleasing him. So, I do my best to relax the muscles in my lower body as Corbin presses against me again. He keeps up the light probing as he thrusts in and out of my pussy. Each time, his finger presses just a little harder, making me gasp. When his finger pushes inside the tight ring of muscle,my body instinctively tenses against the odd feeling. I force myself to take a deep breath and concentrate on relaxing.
“That’s so good, angel,” he says.
I feel his finger twist slightly as he works it in a little deeper. My breath catches against the pressure and strange fullness, but I keep still, waiting for him to push deeper into my ass. Instead, I feel his cock move the barest inch as he flexes his hips against me. The sensation reminds me that he’s filling both my holes right now and the knowledge is hot as fuck. I gasp when he does it again. This time, Corbin uses the distraction of his movement to press his finger deeper into my ass and I feel the moment his knuckle passes the resistance of the first tight ring of muscle. I gasp at the intrusion, but it’s not a bad feeling. Just different. The pressure is just on this side of pain, but it hints at something more pleasurable if I’m willing to try. He holds there, giving me a chance to get used to this new sensation.
I think about the way we must look right now. Me, bent over with my ass in the air while Corbin fills both my holes. I almost wish I had a mirror. The idea sends a bolt of pleasure and lust through me, and I feel my inner walls clamp down on both his finger and his cock.
“Damn, baby,” he grinds out. “You’re going to fucking kill me if you keep doing that.”
“Sorry,” I pant. “Can’t help it.”
"How do you feel?" he asks, concern in his tone.
"Full," I whisper, pressing back against him just a little. "I need—"
“I know what you need,” he interrupts.
His hips grind against my ass, pushing both his cock and his finger deeper into me and pulling a moan from deep in my chest.Fuck. That feels incredible.
“More,” I manage.