I bit my lip and slowly turned in his arms, shivering slightly when his mouth came into contact with my ass cheek.
“Bend over the chair,” he breathed, biting my ass.
Chills danced down my spine as I did what he ordered, placing my elbows on the arm of the chair and turning my head to look at him.
“Eyes down,” he ordered. “I don’t want you prepared for what I’m about to do to you.”
I bit my lip and returned my gaze back forward, staring at the seat of the chair as I thought about what he was about to do to me.
He didn’t want me to prepare?
What was he going to do that he didn’t want me to brace myself for?
Then I felt his tongue, wet and hot, on the seam of my pussy lips.
I moaned and dropped my head even further to rest on the cool leather covering the arm of the chair.
My legs were already shaking with anticipation.
For the longest second, I swear he just stared at what was before him. He studied it, pinching first one pussy lip, and then the other.
Then came the lick again, this time his tongue diving between those lips and sinking into the most intimate part of me.
He didn’t linger for long, though.
A quick swipe. A tease, and then he was gone.
“Fuck,” I breathed out shakily.
Then he blew a breath against my overheated core, and I swear to God, I almost climaxed right then and there just by the tiniest bit of attention that his breath gave my body.
I inhaled sharply, squeezing my eyes shut tight, as I tried to tell myself how embarrassing it would be if I came within seconds of him blowing on me.
“Han?” he breathed, bringing his palms up the outside of my thighs. “It’s okay to come.”
“I don’t want to yet,” I keened. “I want to come so hard and long that I forget how to breathe. I want to have you inside me when I do. What I don’t want is to embarrass myself by coming like a four-pump chump.”
He started to chuckle.
And when I was least expecting it, he trailed his tongue to my back entrance.
I squeaked and tried to stand up, but his sudden grip on my hair had me halting before I could even straighten.
“Stay,” he growled, sounding completely unwavering in his order.
I froze.
“I-I’ve never d-done that.”
I felt his beard on the outside of my thigh as he kissed the back of my thigh.
“No, you haven’t,” he agreed. “But you’re about to.”
Before I could deny him, he was back, this time with a wet finger circling that forbidden entrance.
“Travis,” I whispered. “Are you sure that…”
That’s when the sharp crack of his hand came down so hard on my ass that I squealed.
“No screaming or you’ll wake the baby, and then I’ll have to get creative.”
I growled.
That would not be happening. Our kid slept like a rock, once he finally went to sleep—just like his father.
I did manage to keep my screams in my throat, however, as he pressed his finger insistently to my back entrance.
This time he brought his other hand up and trailed it along the length of my sex, dragging his fingers along the distended little bundle of nerves.
“I’ll try,” I promised. “But swear to God, Trav. I’m not sure I can keep being quiet if you go any fur…”
He pushed that finger further, and the words I was saying became stuck in my throat.
Never, not once, had I thought that having his finger inside my ass would be erotic.
However, Travis lived to prove me wrong, and prove me wrong he did.
It was not only erotic, but it was amazing.
The stretch and burn of his finger filling my ass was only the very beginning.
The tip, as one would say.
I swallowed and told my galloping heart to take a break, but then he sucked my clit into his mouth, momentarily distracting me from the feeling of my ass stretching around his finger.
Just when I was on the verge of crying out, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to hold it in much longer, he replaced his pinky finger with something bigger.
His thumb, which was coated in the juices that were practically leaking out of me at this point.
I buried my face into the crook of my elbow and groaned.
“Yes, yes,” I rocked my hips.
I had no control of my body anymore.
Everything that I did was something that he was making me do.
And when I lifted one leg and placed it on the chair next to my elbow, giving him easier access, that was enough to send me to my tip-toes.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “Trav.”
He squeezed my clit between two fingers and flattened the palm of the hand that belonged to the thumb in my ass against my spine.
My eyes were squeezed so tightly shut that I wasn’t sure if it was light or dark in the room anymore. I was seeing stars, and with a wiggle of his thumb, I lost the battle with my orgasm.
One second I was hanging on by a few spare threads, and the next I was soaring so high that the scream left my throat whether I wanted it to or not.
I came so hard that I didn’t even feel him stand up behind me. Didn’t feel the tip of his cock sitting at the entrance to my pussy.
Didn’t feel him slide inside until the swing of his balls hit my over-sensitized clit.
I bit down on my arm, moaning despite his telling me not to.
I no longer had control of anything. Not a single thing.
Not the way I would cry out each time he slammed inside of me. Not the way the chair rocked with our unsteady weight. Not the way I was biting down on my skin, digging deep indentations that were on the verge of tearing skin.
Not anything.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled, running one of his hands down my spine. “You feel like mine.”
I didn’t tell him that I was his. He already knew that. He was taking me with so much intensity that he knew exactly what he had.
And then he started to move that thumb inside my ass, and I realized that that hadn’t been removed either. That was explaining why I felt so full. That was also explaining why this felt so different than it usually did.
It felt right.
It felt perfect.
It felt oh, so fucking good.
Then he shocked the living shit out of me when he moved his thumb, but only long enough that he could sink two fingers inside with his cock, coating those fingers with me, and then replacing them inside my sensitive hole.
The entire thing took seconds, but it was enough to send my body to the verge of orgasm once again.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” I found myself saying. “Oh, fuck.”
I couldn’t find the words. I didn’t know what to say or think. I didn’t know whether I wanted him to stop, or do more.
And lucky for me, he did know.
He knew that I didn’t want him to stop.
His speed slowed, and he focused on what he was doing to my ass, letting my orgasm wane and my cognitive thinking to come back online.
“There you are,” he growled, pressing against me gently.
“Did I go somewhere?” I breathed, looking at him over my shoulder. “Subspace, maybe?” I teased.
He smiled at me and then leaned forward until his mouth pressed against mine. The position was less than comfortable, but the way his lips felt on mine made me want to endure the stretch and burn in my thighs forever.
“Yeah,” he growled. “I may have put you there, though.”
I laughed into his mouth, and he slowly let his fingers pull from my body.
“One day, I’m going to take you there,” he growled, pronouncing that with a sweep of his fingers against my anus.
I had no control of my filter, otherwise I wouldn’t have said what I said right then.
“You
don’t have to wait until one day,” I told him. “You can take me there right now.”
Then I bit my lip at the way his eyes flared in appreciation.
“I do have to wait,” he said, sounding somewhat forlorn. “There isn’t any lube, and there’s no way in hell I’ll take you there the first time without it.”
I pushed up, and he tightened his hold onto my hips, trying to still my movement.
“I have some.”
He let me go so abruptly that I nearly impaled myself on his shaft due to the precarious balance only having one foot on the ground.
“Where?” he barked.
Then he pulled his rock-hard cock out of my pussy, and I really did feel off balance then.
“First drawer of my…” I pointed in the direction of my underwear drawer. “Underneath my thongs to the left.”
He walked away, and I watched at first how his dick led the way, and then the bunch and release of the muscles of his ass as he walked.
Damn.
“Goddamn,” he growled, holding up the bottle.
I didn’t know why I bought it. I’d seen it one day a few months ago and had purchased it on a whim.
I’d even had to go through self-checkout with a cart full of groceries because I didn’t want the male checker that was no more than nineteen to see what I’d gotten.
My cheeks heated when his lust-filled eyes met mine. “Fuckin A.” He paused before he took a single step past the dresser toward where I was now standing. “You’re sure?”
My entire body shivered at the way his voice sounded like he was speaking past a throat full of gravel.
“Yes,” I whispered almost incoherently.
His slow grin was enough to send any sane woman running.
I wasn’t sane.
I was Hannah. Thirty years old, a mom of two, and a stepmom to one. I was a nurse. A normal girl who was in love with a man that set my blood on fire, and he was asking me to do something I’d never, ever considered doing before with anyone else in my life. Not even my ex-husband.
He started coming toward me, and I moved backward.
My eyes were on the way he was moving to me, like a cat would stalk something he was about to devour. Pounce on and attack without a second’s notice.
My back hit the cold wall, and I inadvertently shifted sideways, disrupting the curtains covering the window.
The curtains parted, and a shaft of light from the streetlamp outside had me turning to survey behind me.
Which was my mistake.
I wasn’t prepared to find him practically on top of me when I turned back around.
I wasn’t prepared for him to take my wrist into his, and then place the bottle of lube inside of my hand.
I wasn’t prepared for him when he said, “Get me ready.”
I didn’t know what to do!
I’d never once needed lube.
Hence the reason that I squirted so fucking much out.
It wasn’t a little bit. It was a lot.
Likely, I only needed the smallest of dollops.
Instead, I coated my entire palm in the stuff, pouring as much out as I would when I put lotion on my hands and forearms.
I had no clue how runny and sticky it would be, nor did I have any inkling of the mess it would make.
No, there I was, a handful of fucking lube in my palm, and I tipped it over straight onto his straining cock.
He started to laugh when it went everywhere, but he didn’t correct me. Didn’t stop to make a comment about how this was going to be fun to clean up. Not Travis. He just watched me, eyes full of need and lust, and allowed me to rub the clear liquid all over the length of his cock.
I was amazed with how much I had and reached my hand down to cup his balls as I continued to work his cock.
His cock felt so hard that there wasn’t a single inch of softness to him. He was at least nine inches in my hand, if not more. And the thickness of that nine inches was something that I’d never forget. It filled me so amazingly. I could still practically feel him inside of me.
And that was when I started to get nervous.
If his fingers—only two—were inside of me, what would it feel like if it were his cock?
I was so lost in the way he felt in my hands that I didn’t realize I was actually making him curse until he stilled both of my hands by saying, “Stop.”
I stopped and looked up into his eyes and waited for his next direction.
He pulled me by the hips and settled me between his thighs. He was on the seat that took up a small alcove right in front of our window, and his back was pressed against the curtains, his thighs spread wide with his glorious balls resting between them.
His cock was jutting straight up in the air, pointing toward the ceiling, begging me to touch it.
When I went to do just that, he stilled my hand.
“Got nothing left. You touch me, I’ll fucking come.”
I bit my lip and dropped my hand to my side, my finger steadily tapping out a rhythm on my thigh.
“Turn around and put your knees on either side of my thighs.”
I turned, and then slowly got into position, my ass hovering high over his straining erection.
My knees were digging into the outdoor swing cushion I’d gotten on sale at Lowe’s last week, and from across the room, I could see myself in the mirror that hung above my dresser, the panty drawer still mostly open from where Travis had left it.
I bit my lip at the way my breasts hung, full and supple. The way my belly rose and fell with my accelerated breathing. The way I had a blush rising over my chest to my chin.
My eyes, however…those were glazed in passion.
Then I felt the tip of one finger on my anus.
I jumped.
He chuckled darkly and said, “Bend forward a little.”
I did, placing both of my hands on his knees—uncaring that I was getting my lubed-up hands all over his skin.
He swirled that finger around my asshole, teasing, caressing, coaxing.
At first, I was stiff, but the longer he let his fingers move the more I relaxed, which was exactly what he wanted.
“Good,” he said, then breached me.
I bit my lip and dropped my head, my blonde curls falling over my shoulder to brush against the insides of his knees.
I couldn’t help myself from moving my hips, slowly at first.
God, I needed him. Needed this.
Then one finger went to two, then two to three.
He worked each inside of me slowly, getting me well acclimated before he gave me more.
And by the time I was easily taking three, my asshole stretched for his invasion, I was on the verge of another orgasm.
Travis was a good man. He never once let me come without him—but we’d only had sex a total of seven times.
Three of which had been a year ago.
The other four had been wonderful, amazing even. But they didn’t feel anything like this.
Tonight, with Travis, had been a bucket list on every single woman’s dream lover.
They wanted to orgasm more times than they could count. They wanted those orgasms to be immense. Powerful.
They wanted their man to take charge and give them exactly what they didn’t know they needed.
This, well this was something I could never have dreamed up. Not in a thousand years.
And it just kept getting better and better.
“Sit back, honey.”
I hesitated, but with the gentle hum of his voice, and the slight pressure of his hand on my hip—I gave him exactly what he asked for.
I lowered my ass.
He helped guide me, ensuring that I wouldn’t accidentally impale myself on his length.
I didn’t know much about anal sex, but I knew enough to know that it would hurt like a mother if I forced him inside of me without at least allowing myself to adjust first.
“This way you get to control everything, baby,” he growled, smoothing his hand down my spine.
I finally stopped when I felt his erection prod my vagina, and he readjusted his cock, aiming it toward that forbidden hole.
The second it touched the entrance, I stilled, waiting to see what he wanted me to do next.
And he didn’t disappoint.
“Your first inclination is going to be to clench,” he rumbled, pressing a kiss to my spine. “I want you to push out like you are going to force it away from you.”
I nodded my head, words escaping me.
We didn’t speak for the next few minutes.
He may have done it out of want. I did it out of necessity since I couldn’t seem to catch my breath.
“Sit down.”
I did, slowly at first.
So slow, in fact, that I froze the moment that his cock head started to breach me.
“It’s okay, baby.”
His coaxing voice had me letting my ass fall even further, another scant half an inch.
My asshole started to burn, and I bit my lip, suddenly rethinking this whole thing.
Jesus, it hurt.
Everything inside of me screamed to sit up, to get his cock as far away from my anus as I could get it.
The other half of me, though, was so turned on it wasn’t even funny.
The sharp bite of pain was intoxicating.
“Force it out of you,” he murmured, letting his fingers trail around my asshole.
It felt weird. It felt, honestly, wrong.
But oh, God. Just that touch alone had my empty pussy clenching.
“Take a deep breath and let it out.”
I did.
“Now push out.”
I closed my eyes and did what he asked, bearing down on my lower half, pushing him out just as he asked me to.
And felt my asshole give, allowing him to sink halfway inside before I froze and locked my thighs.
“Good,” he soothed, trailing his tongue along my shoulder. “Take more.”
The burning wasn’t so much burning anymore as it was a feeling of fullness. So full.
He pressed on my hip with the hand that wasn’t rimming my asshole, and I bit my lip and gave him more.
Inch by inch he disappeared inside of me until my ass finally met his thighs, and he was all the way inside.
I was panting, pulling breaths in and out of my lungs so fast that I was on the verge of hyperventilating.
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