Master in Shining Armor (Masters Unleashed 4)

“Beg for my cock.”

“Please fuck me, Master.” She panted, writhing beneath him, trying to entice him with her body.

“Where do you want my cock, sunshine?”

“In my pussy?” she asked hopefully.

“Nice try.”

She groaned, desperate for anything. “Please fuck my ass, Master.”

“I don’t know,” he said, feigning hesitance because he was a complete and total bastard. “Are you sure you want it?”

Right now she wanted it. Hell, she’d agree to her own murder if he’d just hurry up and let her come already. Even though she was nervous, she had been fantasizing about this for weeks.

“Please,” she whispered, feeling heat spread across her chest and creep upward to her face. “I want to know what it’s like, and I want it to be you.”

The smile that spread across his handsome face was warm, his eyes full of tender emotion. “I love that you trust me.” He leaned down and kissed her, and she tasted her own tartness on his tongue.

“Of course I do.”

His cock nudged against her again.

“Not on my hands and knees?”

“I want to be able to watch your expression to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’ll tell you if I’m not.” Anxiety gripped her, but she braced herself.

He rubbed the head of his cock over her anus, and she whimpered.

“Shh. That’s a good girl.” He held his shaft in his hand and pushed his hips forward. She could feel her body protesting his invasion. Sweat stung at her armpits and between her breasts.

“It’s not working.”

“I’m letting you get used to the idea. There’s no rush.” He rubbed a thumb over her clit and she pushed her ass at him, ready for more. Slowly, the head of his cock pushed into her reluctant hole, stretching her wider than she would have thought possible. It burned, and there was pressure that was uncomfortable, but between his persistence and some extra lube he managed to work the head all the way into her. He paused, grimacing, his eyes closed as though in pain.

“Are you okay?” he rasped.

She nodded, not trusting her voice. She felt overwhelmed but didn’t want him to stop. At least not yet. It was the strangest sensation, and she wasn’t sure whether she could ever learn to like it. He pulled out, leaving the thickest part of his cock head half in and half out, popping in and out until her body accepted him more easily. Gently rocking his hips he fucked his way deeper into her ass, stopping intermittently when she made a sound of discomfort. When his hips finally met her inner thighs, her legs were shaking. He stroked his hands over her naked body, worshiping her with the tips of his fingers, praising her with his touch.

He leaned back and looked down at where they were joined, touching her asshole where it was stretched tight around his girth. “Look at what you did,” he said as though she’d done something clever. She felt inordinately proud of herself. She looked down to see and was amazed that her body—so much smaller than his—could take him this way. It looked like it should have been impossible, and yet he was in and it wasn’t completely horrible when he wasn’t moving. Carefully, he rubbed her clit, reminding her this was supposed to feel good, and he rolled his hips. She cried out, overwhelmed by the sensation of him moving inside of her, deep in her ass. It was crampy and uncomfortable at first, but then it changed.

Her vision glazed over, and she

felt hot and weak, and for a moment she was sure she was going to pass out.

“Stay with me,” Will whispered, withdrawing only to slide back in, his movements gentle and predictable.

Her response was one long whimper. Without her permission, her thighs were quivering around him. She could feel him so deep inside her that it scared her, and she clawed at the sheet beneath them, wondering if this was safe.

He stopped moving and palmed her breasts, pinching at her nipples until she forgot to be scared and she squirmed beneath him, even though it made his cock move disturbingly in her ass. He pinched her nipples harder, and she whimpered. Experimentally, she thrust her hips toward him, pushing him deeper into her tender asshole.

Despite the oddness of the sensations, the heat in her belly blazed back to life. She figured out what felt best, and kept doing it, encouraged by the erratic way he rubbed her clit and the ragged way he was breathing.

“Look at you fucking my cock with your hot little ass.” He grunted and swore. “You didn’t think you’d like it, but I can feel how close you are to coming.”

“No,” she mewled. “I can’t—not from this.” But she was lying. It all felt so intense, and his thumb circled her clit just right. Her own sounds of pained pleasure throbbed in her ears, and her vision had hopelessly blurred.