Body Shots (Masters of Pleasure 2)

“Mm, in just a little bit. For now, I want to lube you up so that when my cock slides in it will feel so incredibly warm and full. You will crave this type of lovemaking once I’m through, I promise you.”

“Yes, yes! Oh God, it just feels so . . . I don’t know how to describe it.”

“It feels forbidden,” he answered wickedly. “You’re my forbidden pleasure, Crystal Shaw.”

She mumbled something that he could not quite make out, and then he went on explaining the way it would feel when his cock was thrusting into her tight ass.

“The warmth from my finger and the oil, mixing with the sensitive nerve endings just inside of your tight opening, it’s making you want my cock there, isn’t it? You’ll love me filling you. Spreading you open and pumping into you. Tell me. Admit it, slave! You want more, don’t you?”

“Yes, Trent, I do want more. I want you there very badly.”

Just what he wanted to hear.

He leaned over her and whispered into her ear, “You will be able to feel every throb. Every inch will feel like another taste of paradise. Then, when I come, you will feel the heat of it shooting through you. Would you like me to come inside of you? Right here”—he wiggled his finger for emphasis—“in this tight little ass?”

“Oh yes. You make me want it, Trent. I’ve never felt so ready to come and you’ve not even touched my clit. Please don’t make me wait any longer!” she cried, her eager passion equal to his own.

“No. Not yet. First, I want to make sure you’re ready for me. Two fingers now.”

Slowly, allowing her body to adjust to the invasion, Trent slid two fingers into Crystal. She moaned and spread her legs further, pushing backward against his hand, as if it weren’t enough. As if it would never be enough. It was just the way he wanted her.

“Now you’re ready,” he ground out. Trent’s body was on fire and his dick was aching for release. He couldn’t wait another second to be inside this woman.

He reached for the bottle of oil once more and slicked some over his throbbing shaft, already swollen and dripping with precome at the thought of being buried deep. Gently, Trent separated the round globes of Crystal’s backside and touched the head of his cock to her entrance, then slowly moved a mere inch inside. It was such sweet torture to hold back from thrusting deep. From fucking her hard and fast, the way his body so desperately craved.

“Oh Trent.”

Her quivery voice saying his name as if a caress made Trent want to howl in triumph. Her body vibrated beneath his, and as he slipped in another inch, she whimpered and bucked wildly.

“Easy, baby. Let me take you there slowly. I want to build the pleasure for you, so you will always feel me there, even when I’m not.”

Then another inch more and she was thrusting herself backward, taking control of their lovemaking in such a way that both surprised and pleased him. Her body bowed and he had to clutch her hips to keep from going in too far too fast.

“Gently, Crystal,” he commanded in a tone that brooked no argument.

She was new to the things Trent and Mac were introducing her to, and she didn’t understand that they needed to go slow. He refused to hurt her—despite the way his primal instincts kept battering at him to fill her completely. He ached to show her every possible way a man could make love to a woman.

Holding her firmly by the hips to keep her body still for his slow invasion, Trent heard Crystal let loose a needy whimper. The yearning-filled, delicate sound turned his heart to mush, and he gave her yet another heated inch of hard flesh, unable to deny her. In the same instant, he took his right hand from her hip and toyed with

the lovely little bud of her clitoris. Fascinated, as she became a slave to her body’s delicious sensations. She moaned and pushed against him as her orgasm took her. It was sheer ecstasy to bring her to new heights of pleasure. She was ten thousand more times the woman than any other.

“Now, Crystal,” he whispered. “All of me. Do you want me to fill your pretty little ass?”

“Yes, damn it!”

A rumbling growl escaped him at her feral response. He pushed himself the rest of the way inside her tightest opening, as her muscles sucked him in and her flesh immediately tensed.

Trent swore in two languages. The pleasure/pain of her body’s clutch was both glorious and torment.

“Ease up, baby.”

“I—I can’t,” she cried.

Trent reached up, tore the scarf from her wrists, and flung it away. At once, she threw her arms out to her sides and grabbed hold of the blanket. He stroked her sweat-soaked hair away from her face, and then covered her body with his own much-larger frame, folding himself around her protectively. He kissed her upturned cheek and felt her muscles relax the slightest bit. He thanked the heavens above. Much more of her clenching and he would have embarrassed himself.

“Good girl,” he praised her. Then he did what he had wanted to do earlier, and bit the smooth line of her neck. He got an eager response for more from Crystal. Her wish was his command.

He licked and suckled at her neck, knowing how wild it made her, and then began a gentle rhythm with his hips. Leisurely he built the pace until his hot flesh was slapping against hers.