The pressure surprised her. She froze and sucked in a lungful of air, unsure of this route. “Isaac—”
He pulsed the tip of the toy over and over in a slow, smooth glide, and each pass through that tight bud added another layer of pleasure.
“Jesus…” she breathed.
“What about now?” he asked. “Still like it?”
“God, yes.”
He growled approval and released her hand to wrap one arm around her waist. With his chin on her shoulder, he held her tight against him and whispered, “Let’s stretch this tight little ass.”
Little by little, each pass of the toy plunged deeper.
“Make room for my tongue, baby. I’m gonna eat you.”
A little deeper.
“That’s it, take it in.”
A little deeper.
“Rock that ass, baby.”
Ava’s entire pelvis felt full, stretched to the limit. She was on the edge of an orgasm bigger than she could fathom. She followed his every direction, his every suggestion, but still couldn’t find climax.
“You’re shaking,” he said.
“Need…” She exhaled.
“Need what, baby?” he whispered, his ear at her lips. “Tell me what you need.”
“To come.” She closed her eyes and swallowed the shame.
“What? I didn’t hear you.”
Her eyes opened, and irritation flared. “To come, dammit. I need to come.”
Still his hands rubbed lube over her ass, teasing her into insanity. He kissed a path down her spine, took her ass in both hands, and parted her cheeks. Then he crouched and used his tongue in place of the toy.
His mouth explored everywhere, and Ava became a woman she didn’t know. A woman who made sounds more animal than human. Who whimpered and begged and rocked her pussy into the face of a stranger. The heat, the pressure, the velvet stroke of his lips and tongue took over every conscious thought. Her only goal, to find the edge of orgasm and jump.
Then his mouth was gone, the toy was back, and before Ava could stop her brain from spinning, Isaac’s fingers pushed inside her pussy. The pressure was sudden and overwhelming. “Oh…God.”
“Oh God, that’s good?” His voice was at her ear again, his chest at her back, pinning her belly to the seat. “Oh God, don’t stop? Or oh God, too much?”
Ava ground her teeth and rocked her hips, searching for release. “Don’t stop.”
He stroked inside her again and again. “That’s just one finger. How does that feel?”
Her brain couldn’t function drowning in physical pleasure. All she could do was moan.
“Feels good t
o me. You’re so tight.”
Then he did something inside her. Deep inside her. Pleasure exploded at her core, making her arch and cry out.
“Want more?” His voice was so dark, dripping with an evil, teasing pleasure.