“If you don’t take it easy, Katie, I’m going to drill this hot little ass of yours and then find something to paddle it with. Do you feel that?” he grated out furiously. Katie didn’t have to guess what he meant. The first three inches of his cock throbbed in her ass. “That’s a stick of dynamite, angel. Quit playing with what you don’t understand.”
“All right, all right,” Katie mumbled aggrievedly.
Rill grunted as though he was in pain, which she supposed he was, in a way. “Does it still hurt?” he asked in a choked voice.
“No,” Katie whispered, which was true. The sharp jolt of pain had almost immediately dissipated. Now her entire consciousness was focused on the sensation of having a very large cock lodged in her ass.
She heard Rill swallow behind her. “Okay,” he began, his tone making her think of a character in an action-adventure movie who was gathering the troops before battle. “We’re going to take this nice and easy. I’m going to move slowly, but tell me if it—”
“Oh, go on, Rill, will you?”
He exhaled in obvious frustration and began to pump his hips. They both let out guttural groans at once. Even though he had to apply a firm pressure to make any headway, the lubricant did its job.
It was excruciating, Katie decided. He was taking his sweet time, holding her hip and thrusting back and forth, back and forth . . . no more than an inch each way. But with each pass, he sank deeper. The pressure felt intense where he stroked her, but it was causing nerve endings in both close and distant places in her body to throb with arousal. She moaned uncontrollably and he paused.
“Katie?”
“Yes?” she replied in a muffled voice.
“Are you . . . are you pinching your nipple?” he rasped.
She blinked open her eyes and glanced down.
“Uh . . . yeah,” she mumbled in surprise. She hadn’t realized she had been, but it was imperative to get some friction on some of the burning places in her body.
“Jaysus.” His fingers clutched at the flesh of her hip. Katie yelped in both excitement and slight discomfort when he thrust several inches farther into her. He paused, panting behind her. Feeling him throbbing in such an intimate place caused a fireworks show to start shooting off in her clit. As if Rill sensed the finale inside her body, he rasped behind her.
“Show me how you make yourself come, Katie. Show me,” he added roughly. Katie moved her hand between her thighs. She started to moan as Rill pistoned his cock in and out of her, still with short, electrical strokes, but more quickly now and with more force.
“There’s something I didn’t tell you out there in the living room,” he grated out behind her as his cock burrowed farther and farther into her body, and Katie tried to stop keening in order to better hear him. “I don’t want that fuckin’ Miles Fordham nosing around you anymore.”
“Ahhhh . . . huh?” Katie managed, curiosity barely penetrating her excitement. The stimulation of her fingers on her clit combined with anal penetration was sending her out into sexual orbit. When she finally came, it was going to be the mother of all orgasms. Rill didn’t protest this time when she began to bob her ass in counter-strokes to his thrusts.
His grip on her tightened, and Katie was held immobile for his possession. Her cry was obliterated by the sound of Rill’s harsh groan when his pelvis struck her buttocks. Katie forgot to move her fingers on her clit at the sensation of his full balls pressed tightly against her and his breath hitting her ear in jagged pants. He paused for a second, and for the first time, Katie experienced a moment of trepidation. It was like the moment before a powerful storm breaks.
Rill finally moved his head and spoke quietly next to her ear. “I don’t want that fuck Fordham nosing around you. I don’t want anyone nosing around you but me. I want people to know you’re mine, Katie. I wish I could mark you ....” He slid his cock out of her and back, his pelvis smacking against her ass. Whatever he was going to say was forgotten as they were both swept up in the incendiary moment.
Katie clutched at the bedding with her free hand. His groans of anguished arousal as they crashed together tore at her for some reason. His powerful possession scored her, but she could tell he held back in consideration for her. She wanted him to lose himself. The fact that he leashed himself made her hurt . . . and love him more.
“Come, Katie,” he said, emphasizing his demand by driving his cock into her ass and smacking against her buttocks.
Katie tipped over the edge. Orgasm slammed into her like a tidal wave, shaking her entire body. Distantly she was aware of Rill’s harsh grunt of triumph.
He began to thrust more forcefully as she shuddered in pleasure, racing to follow her into the climactic fires.
Her eyes sprung wide when their skin smacked together and he held her tight against him. She gritted her teeth at the sensation of his cock swelling in such a tight place. His harsh growl sounded a little ominous right next to her ear. It escalated to an agonized shout as he exploded. After a moment, he flexed his hips and thrust in and out of her with tight, forceful strokes. He continued to groan while he emptied himself inside her body.
After a moment, he slowed. He dropped his forehead against the side of her head. Katie loved the feeling of his harsh breath in her ear. She closed her eyes, feeling soothed by the way their bodies slowed in unison, their breaths evening in tandem, the tension leaking away from their ecstasy-scored muscles, leaving them limp and satiated.
“Are you all right?” he asked after several minutes.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I couldn’t help myself, there at the end. I never knew a woman could get so hot.”
She turned her head and tried to see his face in the dim light.
“I didn’t want you to hold back.”