Pleasure Bound (Hard to Get 2) - Page 44

“Yes, there. Have you ever been loved like that, Deanna?” Jonas asked as he kept his fingers poised at her entrance.

“Yes, but you’re bigger than most guys, Jonas. Much bigger.”

“I’ll prepare you,” he promised. “It won’t hurt, kitten. I’d never hurt you.” He slid one finger inside the tight opening. It was barely an inch and already she writhed and moaned. He’d wanted to be gentle and civilized with Deanna, but the primitive side of him demanded that he make love to every part of her body.

He dipped his finger in a little more. “Are you in pain?”

“N-no.”

“Another finger, sweeting,” Jonas explained as he let his middle finger join the fun. He stretched and prepared her for the more intense invasion of his cock. Her breath hitched and he stilled. “Deanna?”

“Deeper, please.”

“Ah, hell, kitten. You’re killing me.” He’d been prepared for her to tell him to stop, and instead she’d urged him on. Jonas wiggled his fingers, and they slid a little deeper. She moaned, and Jonas desperately wanted to feel that tight, hot fist around his dick. She tried to move her hips, as if to push him farther in, but he held her secure with a hand against her lower belly. “No, Deanna,” he said in a firm voice. “You need to be ready or I could hurt you.”

Deanna lifted her head and Jonas witnessed the fire in her expressive brown gaze. He pulled his fingers free, and Deanna pleaded with him, begging him to fill her again. This time he squeezed three fingers inside and buried them clear to the knuckles. He pumped in and out, and Deanna thrust against him, fucking his fingers.

“Now,” he growled as he brought his fingers out.

“Yes.”

He grabbed the bottle and squirted the sweet liquid onto his cock in preparation of the tight fist of Deanna’s ass. As Jonas moved to his knees between her thighs and wrapped a hand around his heavy length, Deanna bit her lip and watched with a mix of eager passion and tense fear.

Jonas rubbed the bulbous head over her sweet little pucker. “No pain, Deanna.”

She gasped as Jonas pressed inside. He was barely over the rim and already his cock felt strangled. “You’re tight,” he uttered. “Like a hot, little glove holding my cock captive.”

Jonas stretched out on top of her, bracing his arms on either side of her head, and showered her with kisses. Her bound arms came around his neck, and her legs lifted and wrapped around his hips as she submitted to him. Jonas felt her inner muscles relax, and he took full advantage, thrusting inward all the way, filling her completely.

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Deanna couldn’t take her eyes off Jonas. His feral expression turned her on. Up to this moment, he’d been gentle and sweet in his loving. Now it was as if he’d opened the cage and let his inner beast free. She liked him like this, she realized, rough and a little aggressive.

“Your big brown eyes are devouring me, kitten.” His right hand made a slow journey down her rib cage to her mound, and there he stayed. As his fingers danced over her clitoris, Deanna’s pussy flooded with liquid need, and pleasure spiked anew. “Do you like it, Deanna? Do you like my dick in your ass?”

“Yes,” she blurted out, giving him the unvarnished truth. “It hurts a little, but it feels good too.”

“Yeah, you’re so damn snug,” he ground out as he continued to torment her clit. “If I move too fast, I’ll come.”

He slid in and out, slow and gentle, his thick length stroking nerve endings she’d never known existed. With each erotic glide, Jonas appeared to turn a little wilder, a little more out of control. His fingers flicked and toyed with her pussy, and Deanna’s body climbed higher and higher. Her legs clamped around Jonas’s hips, holding him close, as if he’d disappear if she let go.

“You’ll think of this, Deanna,” he whispered against her ear. “Of my cock taking your tight little asshole.” He pulled out nearly all the way, then slammed forward, burying his cock inside the snug entrance. Deanna cried out at the forbidden pleasure of it.

“You’re going to need it again and again, and I’m going to give it to you,” he vowed.

Deanna couldn’t concentrate, could barely breathe. Jonas fucked her harder, faster, all the while pumping her clit with his finger and thumb.

“Deanna.” Her name was a rumble of sound against her cheek, and the heat of his breath seemed to fan the flames of her desire.

Jonas wrapped a fist in her hair and forced her to look at him. “This ass belongs to me. Your pussy, your mouth, they’re for me to touch and taste and love.”

Deanna made a desperate attempt to deny his claim, to let him know what she thought of his declaration of ownership, but when he pulled out of her and thrust in hard and deep, the words died in her throat. His fingers played with her little nub as if she were an instrument and he the skilled musician. A caress, a pinch, and she knew the frightening truth. Only Jonas could make her so utterly weak; only he had the power to make her burn this hot. He worked her body as if he’d been doing it for years.

“Jonas,” she whimpered.

“You want to come, kitty?”

“Yes!” Deanna shouted as she gripped the back of his head.

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