“Do you trust me?”
“You know I do…but I don’t know if I can do…that.” The thought of Tom’s huge cock in my ass is terrifying.
“I won’t use my cock. Your ass is virgin territory, so we need to start off slow. Just my finger, darlin’.” He presses a kiss to my ass cheek. “I promise, it won’t hurt, and we can stop whenever you want. Just trust me when I say”—his voice thickens with lust—“if you let me fuck your ass with my finger…it will top any orgasm I’ve ever given you before.” Another kiss. “Let me give this to you.”
And just like that, I’m his.
So ready to give all of myself to him that it’s terrifying…but so very hot.
“Yes,” I hear myself saying.
He teases my skin with light flicks of his tongue. “Yes, what? Say it, Lyla. Tell me what you want.”
I’m dizzy with lust. Drunk on him. I’d say anything, do anything that he told me to right now, if it would mean having him.
“I want you to fuck my ass with your finger.”
He growls and then sinks his teeth into the fleshy skin of my ass cheek, biting me gently. He slips his finger into my *. I clench around him. Then, he pulls out, his finger drawing my slickness back to my rear.
I tense up the instant his finger touches my puckered hole.
“Relax…I won’t hurt you. Just give yourself over to me. I’ll take care of you.”
So, I do as he asks. I close my eyes, relax my body, and allow Tom to take care of me.
His finger moves back up, repeating the motion, but this time, his finger goes to my clit. He strokes it, drawing my body up, and then he’s gone into my * and again moving my slickness to my rear.
My hips start to shift restlessly, my body climbing higher and higher, each time he repeats the movement.
I feel wetter than I ever have before, my slickness coating the most intimate parts of me. Tom stays at my ass and starts to rim my puckered hole with his finger, moving my wetness around and into it.
Craving more, reaching for something I’m not really sure of, I start to push back against him.
At the exact moment I push back, his mouth finds my clit, and his fingertip slips into my ass.
The feel of him there is shockingly intense. I let out a cry of pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” His words vibrate through me. “Are you okay?”
“Uhum.” I can barely form words right now.
He applies a little more pressure and moves his finger in a fraction deeper. Then, again, and he continues moving in a little farther each time.
I’m starting to feel frustrated. I need more. Then, Tom suddenly withdraws his finger to the tip and slides it back inside to the knuckle.
My breath whooshes out of me. Lights flicker behind my eyelids. My body going into total sensory overload.
I’m full of him. And it feels amazing.
I let out a moan, and that seems to be all he needs to spur him on because Tom starts to fuck my ass with his finger, sliding in knuckle deep each time, while his tongue frantically licks at my clit.
I’m coming in seconds.
My hands tighten around the metal bar, a scream tears from my lungs.
I feel like I’ve just skyrocketed into orbit. I’m weightless. I have no idea how I’m actually still standing.
He wasn’t kidding when he said it would top any orgasm he’s ever given me so far. That was off the charts.
I’m aware of Tom’s finger pulling out of me, the feel of him moving behind me.
The next thing I know, a very naked Tom is pressed up against me. His thick, condom covered cock seated between my ass cheeks.
He leans over my back. He sweeps my hair over my shoulder, and his tongue flicks at my neck. “You are the sexiest woman I have ever known. You’re fucking amazing, Firecracker.”
Taking a wild guess at the number of women Tom has known, I try to take what he said as the compliment he meant it to be.
Leaving my back, he curls his hand around my hair and holds it tight as he stands. His cock moves away. I miss the contact for all of a second. The next thing I know, his hand grips my hip and he slams inside me.
I whimper.
“Christ, you feel so fucking good. Perfect for my cock.”
He slides out to the tip, his hand pulling on my hair, and then slams back in me.
My eyes close on a groan.
“Squeeze my dick with your *,” he tells me in that commanding voice, which means he’s not asking.
Clenching my inner muscles, I squeeze his cock as hard as I can. The sound he makes has me nearly coming again.
“Fuck yeah,” he hisses. “I wanted to go slow, but I can’t. I need to fuck you hard and fast.”
And he does.
He slides his cock out and slams it back in. Increasing in speed each time, he hits me with those sure, hard thrusts. He’s balls deep, hips slamming against my ass, his heavy sack slapping against my clit while he pulls on my hair.
My heels are dug into the dirt, and I’m holding onto the metal bar for dear life while Tom fucks me good and hard.