“Tell me something, Clove.” He stepped closer.
My pussy clenched, and another trickle trailed down my leg. I loved that sensation, strangely. The after-rush. The knowledge that he’d come in me, claimed me.
“Anything,” I told him.
He smirked. Gripped my ass in one hand and squeezed tightly. “Has anybody ever fucked that perfect little ass of yours?”
I shivered then, a full-body motion, goosebumps rising on my skin. “No,” I murmured.
His smirk widened. “Have you wanted anybody to?”
I swallowed hard. Met his gaze, which was the only thing that gave me enough courage to admit this. “I want you to,” I said.
He laughed. Slapped my ass once, not hard, just enough to make my skin sting a little, and my body tense. “Why do you want me to fuck your ass, Clove?”
“I want you to take me in every way possible,” I heard myself saying. I didn’t even know it myself until I said it out loud, until I admitted it. “I want you to claim me, take your pleasure from me.”
He leaned in to feather a kiss along the side of my neck, so light that it made me shiver all over again, this time from desire, from wanting more, more, more. He always did that to me. Left me wanting. “You are a natural at this. It’s unbelievable, how perfect you are…” His hands traced the air in front of me, like he was forcing himself to hold back, not to touch me yet.
I smiled at him, and for a moment, he broke character. Wrapped one hand around the back of my neck and pulled me against him for a slow, deep kiss.
Then we broke apart again, and he was back in the character of the poker winner, the man who owned me now, for this next hour.
“Go into the living room and kneel on the carpet,” he told me. He didn’t need to explain which one. I could guess he mean the fuzzy one, almost a shag carpet. Comfortable enough that it wouldn’t hurt to kneel on.
I went in and dropped to my knees, turning to look over my shoulder at him. I expected him to come and stand before me, have me lick our combined cum off his cock, clean him while he got hard again. But he was on the other side of the room, digging through the kitchen.
“All fours,” he added to me, and I bent forward onto all fours, a pulse of desire running through me.
Then he was back, kneeling behind me, and I felt his cock trace between my thighs, trailing through our juices, soaking up what ran down my legs. He was already starting to grow hard again, thick with desire.
“I’m going to fuck your tight little virgin ass, Clove.”
I swallowed hard and felt myself nodding. His hands traced my ass cheeks. Spread them slowly, and when one finger dipped between my cheeks, I gasped, because his finger was wet, slick with lube.
“But first, I’m going to finger you. I’m going to stretch you slowly until you’re ready for my fat cock.”
My mouth parted as his finger circled the entrance to my ass, pressing against the opening.
“Tell me how this feels,” Zayne added. “I want to hear it all from you. Every sensation.”
“The lube is cold,” I murmured. “Starting to get hotter…”
In the shower, remembering this, I slide my finger between my pussy lips and begin to move it faster, pressing against the entrance of my pussy.
“Your finger feels thick, hard.” He pushed against my ass, and I gasped faintly as the pressure built. “It hurts, it feels strained…”
“That will pass when I’m deep enough inside you,” he promised.
His finger pushed past my opening with a popping sensation and slid half an inch into my ass.
“Fuck,” I gasped between gritted teeth.
“Tell me,” he commanded, and I could feel the hard press of his cock, growing harder with every moment, as he pushed his finger deeper still.
“It… You feel…” I shook my head.
“Relax, Clove. Breathe.”
I forced myself to let my muscles go, to sink back against him. His finger slid deeper, probing the depths of my ass. He curled it inside me, and the pressure increased, but with it, something else. A deep, pleasant, filled sensation. “It feels like you’re deeper inside me than you’ve ever been,” I murmured, trying to describe it. “As though you’re claiming the deepest parts of me.”
He leaned down, so his mouth was close beside my cheek, his breath hot against my ear. “Because I am, Clove. I’m taking all of you tonight.”
Another pleasant quiver raced through me, and I arched my back as he drew his finger back, then pressed it deeper again. It wasn’t like being fucked in the pussy. It felt more intense, less sheer pleasure and more pleasant ache. When he drew his finger out of me, I gasped in protest. But he was only adding more lube, and then pressing his finger into me again, joined by a second one this time. I moaned out loud when he pushed the second finger into me, knuckle-deep.