“Fuck me then,” I replied, but he didn’t.
He kept on with those fingers and used his thumb on my clit, even though it was still crying out from earlier.
“Slick and swollen, just how I like it,” he told me.
I could imagine the puffiness. Imagine the dribble of my pussy as he drove me crazy.
“I’m still shaky from coming,” I said, and he laughed.
“You’ll be a whole load more shaky when I’m done with you.”
I had no doubt about that, just braced myself for more.
It felt impossible, just how well he played my body. He was a musician on some kind of complex flute thing, playing a masterpiece where nobody else could even get a note. He even got more than I got myself on my own damn instrument.
“Do it,” I said. “Take my ass.”
“Not yet,” he said, and worked his thumb in harder circles.
No. Fucking. Way.
I arched my back, and the squelching got louder, and there I was again, bucking like the same needy bitch as he ploughed my ass with his fingers and worked my clit to a whole new song. I’d forgotten just how good he was, faded by a decade of mediocrity at other hands – one set of which belonged to the man I’d pledged my life to. Go figure.
“These panties are going to be absolutely filthy,” he said, and I didn’t even manage a nod.
He scissored the fingers in my ass and I cried out, panting afresh, losing everything but the sensations between my legs. I gulped and spluttered and gushed so hard I could’ve wet myself, but he was right there, grunting and lapping it up, urging me on.
“That’s it,” he hissed. “That’s the filthy little slut that drives me crazy. Beg me to fuck your ass, Anna.”
The world was a blur, my name on his lips, I had no problem begging for it.
“Please, Lucas, please fuck my ass.”
“I said fucking beg!” he barked and my asshole stretched tight as more fingers went in.
I gasped out a breath. “Please, Lucas… I beg you, please.”
“Louder, Anna.”
So I did it. I lifted my head and took his hair in my grip and I shouted it. I fucking shouted it, but it was hardly a beg.
“FUCK MY ASS, LUCAS! JUST FUCK MY ASS!”
“My fucking pleasure,” he grunted, and it would be. It would be his fucking pleasure.
And mine, too.
He flipped me in a heartbeat, and ploughed me into the bedcovers, hand on the back of my neck to pin me down. His cock made me squeal as he thrust in hard. It took a few shunts of his hips before my body opened up for him, and I was the same grunting bulk of flesh as he was, both of us ravenous as he claimed that dirty hole.
And yes. My thong was still on, bunched so tight that my tender pussy was a heady combination of love and hate.
There was a strange silence as we both held our breath, the slam of skin on skin the only beat in the room. He was the one to break it.
“Fuck,” he said. One simple word that had me moaning right back.
I couldn’t believe my own words until they were out of my mouth.
“Harder, Lucas! Fuck me harder!”
He pinned me tighter, his chest pressed to my back, and he gave me everything, pumped me so hard I thought I’d be unable to walk for a month. It was an animal burn, a searing heat of pleasure, and I didn’t stop bucking up, couldn’t stop bucking up.
I cursed and hissed with every frantic thrust.
“Fucking take it,” he hissed right back, and I wanted it. I wanted it all.
I’m not sure what happened to my body as Lucas Pierce came in my ass for the first time in a decade. It was a blur of sensations sparking somewhere down low. A moaning, whimpering mess of me that wanted nothing more than that man shooting his load inside me.
I cried out again as he pulled his cock free, feeling the spurge of his cum bubble out along with him.
Again, I knew what would happen before he did it. I was already moaning out a yes as he smeared his cum across the crotch of my thong. I was already moaning even harder as he pulled that filthy scrap of fabric down my thighs and whipped it away from me.
I rolled onto my back before he asked me to, his dick still hard and glistening with his cum as he told me to open my mouth.
I did.
He shoved the filthy slick crotch of my thong in there.
I sucked on his fingers through the lace like a dirty bitch, moaning as he pushed them right the way in. They tasted creamy and filthy. A cocktail of thrusts and climaxes and need.
“Beautiful,” he said as I sucked, and I felt that vile little bloom of pride in me. A betrayal of still being moved by what the fuck that prick ever thought of me.