Page 70 of Naughty November
Was he going to lick me again?
Oh God. I really, really wanted him to.
But instead, he let go of my ass, and then I smelled… was that Cindy’s hair conditioner?
Before I could wonder why, he tugged on the panties, moving them to one side, and pressed a slick, slippery finger against my pucker.
It wasn’t his tongue, but it still felt so good I moaned a little.
He chuckled, then leaned in and… and bit me! Right on my ass cheek!
“You bit me,” I gasped, twisting around a little.
He grinned at me, looking so pleased with himself, sosexy, that my breath caught in my throat.
Then he pushed his finger into my ass.
“Oh my God.”
His eyes flared with heat, the lids dropping to half mast. “That’s it, princess,” he said, pumping it in and out slowly as my ass tried to decide whether to push him out or suck him in deeper. “Let me show you how good I can make you feel.”
I dropped my head down between my arms, panting as I realized this must be what he meant. Could I… Could I really come like this?
It felt okay. Nice? And kind of weird. But mostly nice becausehewas doing it to me, nothing like the kind of “nice” that I associated with comi?—
“Fletch!” I gasped when he suddenly twisted his fingers and hit something inside me that took it from nice toholyshityespleaseIhaven’tcomeindaysandneedtonownowNOW.
He laughed, low and husky. “That’s right. Didn’t I tell you that you don’t need that pretty little cock that you’ve got tucked away right now? I’m going to take care of you, princess, and you’re going to let me, aren’t you? You’re going to let me take care of everything.”
“Yes!” It came out as a sob, because he kept working that finger in and out of me, touching that spot inside that made me feel frantic, and saying… things.
Things I shouldn’t like, but did. More than I’d ever liked anything.
The way he kept calling me his princess, the way he talked about my cock—like it was so small, so insignificant, that it didn’t reallymatter—was doing crazy, squirmy things to my brain, almost making me wonder if I even wanted him to take the cage off.
All I knew was that I wanted to come. Oh, god, Idesperatelywanted to come, especially when he pushed a second finger inside me and started hitting that spot even harder.
But at the same time, I… didn’t?
He was making me feel so much, so fast, that all my inner voices finally shut off, and all that was left was the raw truth.
There was no right or wrong here. There was just Fletcher and me and the way he’d stepped in to take care of me, stripping away a whole lifetime of restrictions that had bound me even tighter than the cage on my cock.
I wanted to be small and dainty and pretty for him. To let him be the big, strong, masculine one. To let him turn me into something else, shaped just to please him.Existing only for this. Forhim.
“Can you take another one for me?” he murmured, his fingers spreading and twisting inside me, thrusting into me in a motion so much like sex that I couldn’t even form the words to answer him.
I just moaned and spread my legs wider.
“I fucking love you all needy like this,” he said with another of those dark-chocolate chuckles, pulling his fingers out completely.
I whined, a horrid sense of empty need crawling through me. But before it could take hold, I smelled the sweet berry conditioner again, and then he pushed back into my ass.
“Oh God,” I choked out, going up on my toes as I instinctively tried to move away from the burn. Two fingers had felt good but three was... was... “Too much!”
“No,” he said, putting a firm hand on my back and holding me in place as he kept working them in deeper. “You can take it. Do it for me, baby. I know you can. Just relax and breathe. Just like that. See? You’re already opening up for me.” He twisted his fingers, teasing them against my prostate as my thighs trembled with the overload of sensation. “Fucking hot. Your ass was made for pleasure. All you needed was the right person to give it to you.”
“You,” I gasped, any hope of censoring myself long gone. “I neededyou, Fletch. Please... Please. I just want you.”