“Not yet, baby.” He slowed his thrusts. “Answer me.”
“Yes. Okay. Anything. Please don’t stop.”
****
Cleo wasn’t completely thinking straight, not when she was soaring in pre-orgasmic bliss. But she trusted Priest, knowing he’d never try to hurt her. And the second he’d mentioned anal to her, her pussy immediately responded to the kink. Now it was all she could think about.
Priest wasn’t a small man. He had a thick, impressive cock, and it was hard not to worry about the potential pain. In the fog of lust, she didn’t give a shit.
He led her out of the shower, to the sprawling white marble countertops. The entire wall above the counters was a mirror, adding to the eroticism. He shoved her over, her tits pressed against the cool stone. Priest ran his fingers along her spine until he reached her ass. She tensed up.
“Relax, Cleo.” He leaned over and kissed her shoulder blade before opening one of the drawers. She heard him spurt the sticky fluid along the seam of her ass. Oh, God, he was preparing her for his huge cock. How could she not tense up?
He reached around and stimulated her clit again, the previous rush of heat coming back with a vengeance. All thoughts faded into a kaleidoscope of color. He circled her asshole, a firestorm of sensation taking her by surprise. She wanted more, wanted every filthy thing her man could give her. As he pressed a finger inside her, she tensed but forced herself to relax and accept him. Over and over, he finger-fucked her, coating her with lubricant.
“You’re so damn tight here, baby.”
Her breathing was labored. “You’re going to kill me.”
“No, but I am going to take you to heaven.” He rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down the seam of her ass. A thrill of the unknown rushed through her.
He continued to tease her clit, forcing her nerves away and replacing them with wanton energy. As he began feeding his big cock into her ass, he never stopped toying with her pussy. The dual stimulation had her on the verge of a massive orgasm.
“Push back against me. I’ll go nice and slow.” He cooed close to her ear, his deep voice reassuring.
“I feel so full.” Incredibly full. She couldn’t believe this was happening. It felt so taboo, making her even hornier. She wanted to give herself to Priest in every way. He was the only man she ever wanted.
He did as promised, pushing in less than an inch at a time, stopping and letting her adjust. By the time he was fully seated, the entire length of his big dick deep inside her, she’d become somewhat accustomed to his size. She wiggled, liking the odd feeling of Priest inside her ass.
“You drive me crazy,” he said.
“More.”
“Be careful, Cleo.” He gripped her hips, slowly pulling out, then slipping back in. She was grateful for all the lube, helping her to ease gently into her new experience. It was thrilling, and she desperately needed to come, to rid herself of the growing pressure building inside her.
She opened her eyes, watching Priest’s hulking body covered in ink as he fucked her from behind. It was titillating watching all those hard muscles flex, his expression focused and intense.
“I’m not going to last long, baby. You need to come for me.” He rubbed her clit at a furious pace, fucking her ass simultaneously. Her eyes lolled back in her head as he brought her to heaven, as promised. She braced as her entire body seemed to blossom from within. At once, she detonated, her pussy and ass contracting in deep, delicious waves of heat and desire. She felt the tingles to every extremity. It was perfect, magical, and now she was addicted. She’d never have her fill of Priest.
He pumped harder, faster, hot jets of cum filling her ass.
When he finally pulled away, he led her back to the shower. They were both spent as he washed their bodies once again. This time, they were able to dry off after and walk naked to their bedroom. The lights were off, only the faint wash of city lights giving them enough to see their way. She giggled as they fumbled their way to the bed.
It was luscious, the duvet impossibly fluffy as they dove into the layers. She felt so safe, so loved, so completely satisfied. Was it all an illusion? Would she get shot in the head one day just walking down the street?
Cleo pushed those thoughts away, determined not to ruin this evening. If she didn’t keep positive, she’d lose herself completely. All her life, she’d tried her best to look on the bright side. It kept her sane and gave her a bit of hope.
She wouldn’t trade this life for her old one, even though it was fraught with danger. What good was boring and predictable when she had no love, just existing from paycheck to paycheck? Even though things were unsettled, she trusted in Priest, even Boss, to keep her safe. She’d met her real father, even though briefly. Her story was slowly unraveling, and she wasn’t as unloved as she always believed. It was healing. There were still so many missing pieces she needed to figure out, but she hoped to talk with her father again at some point.
She settled in the crook of his arm under the covers as he absently ran his fingers on her back.
“Penny for your thoughts,” he said.
“I’m worried.”
“About what, baby?”
“About Fred.” It was stupid worrying about a goldfish considering everything, but he was her responsibility. She’d forgotten about him, and that guilt was coming back to haunt her.