Sloth (Sinful Secrets 1)
I’m aware of the pressure of his length against my backside. He draws his third finger out and I whimper. He huffs, a smoky sound, and eases me down to the floor.
I’m on my knees, my shawl hanging around me, my leggings pushed down past my hips. I feel him join me on the carpet. His chest brushes my shoulders. His arms wrap around me and his fingers trace the band of my leggings. Goosebumps cover my back.
His fingers sweep back into my leggings; he peels them down further. He pauses when he gets them to my knees, and his fingertips dance over my ass. His dick is a velvet sword, brandished against my backside as he pulls my boots off, then slides the leggings off my feet. I hear a whoosh as he tosses them behind us.
His hands grasp my shoulders. “Get down on your hands and knees and show me that ass.”
He reaches between my thighs, stroking through my wetness as I hear a rip, and then a snap of latex.
I press my palms against the carpet and thrust my ass into the air. I no longer remember why I thought this was a bad idea. I’m so wet, I’m gushing on his fingers. He pushes two of them inside me and then starts to pump, delicious pressure given and removed at his will.
My clit throbs with my heartbeat, and he strokes it sometimes, gliding mercilessly over me while he rubs his huge, condom-sheathed cock against my ass. I center on how stiff and long he is, the head of him rubbing up and down my crack.
He draws his fingers from my folds, then plays at my clit with practiced grace. I sag down on my elbows as my knees tremble.
“That’s right,” he murmurs, rubbing
his length along my ass. “Open those legs for me.”
His voice is so smooth. Hypnotizing. I obey him frantically, spreading my legs a little more. He hooks two thick fingers into my pussy, finding my G-spot and rubbing slowly.
“Kellan...”
His fingers writhe inside me, moving all at once in slightly different directions. With the small part of my brain that isn’t drugged numb by the writhing of his hand, I can feel pressure against my asshole.
“God!”
He rubs his thumb in a warm, wet circle, making my muddled mind race with want. With fear.
“Relax,” he purrs. “You’re going to like this.”
And then, at the same time the pressure gives and his thumb invades my virgin hole, he stuffs his big, thick dick into my cunt.
Stars explode behind my eyes.
I slide down to the floor.
He twines an arm around my hips, pinning me against him as he thrusts so hard and deep my eyes roll back into my head—then drags out slowly, inch by hard, thick inch, then punches in. I screech, because I’m not sure I can take him... but I am. Thrust in—my toes curl—slow draw out. I clench around the head of him.
“More,” I whimper.
“Told you.” The words are warm and husky on my nape.
He thrusts again—and my legs quiver. I’ve never felt so full: as if I’m stretched around him. He’s so deep... When he moves in and out, my body melts around him.
“Oh my God...”
“You’re tight,” he rasps. “You’re like a fucking... virgin.” And it kills me, how his voice shakes on the word.
I clench around him and he moans. He pushes deeper, freezing there for a long moment. I feel him trembling behind me—feel him take a deep, slow breath—and then he drags his cock back out and slams in hard.
I gasp, he groans—a symphony of sin.
The arm that’s holding me against him tightens and he starts to fuck like a machine. His cock is a piston, pumping in and out with so much grace and force my body can’t withstand it. I’d be in a puddle on the carpet were he not holding me against him.
I can feel myself shaking... sweating; hear my own moans rise up in the room. They mingle with his loud breathing, the moans he makes when I clamp down around him.
His finger, buried in my backside, jerks with every thrust. Finally accustomed to his length and girth, I’m hungry for him: clamping as he draws out, pushing back against him as he plunges in. It’s never been like this...