by Kris Norris
“You have the perfect ass, darling. All tight and strong. God, I can’t wait to watch you take the plug.”
Gil mumbled something into the pillow, but he didn’t try to stop her as she ran her fingers down the sensual cleft of his butt, circling his anus with a solitary finger.
“Now remember to relax, darling. I can tell you from experience it feels so good any pinching will soon be forgotten.”
Gil turned, as if to look back at her, but then stopped and rolled back. She took that as her signal to move, rubbing her hands down his back, dancing them across his muscles. Every swirl sank him further into the bed until she thought he might fall asleep. Then she switched gears, teasing each inch with a light scrape of her nails, reviving every muscle she’d soothed until his hips punched forward and his breath came in deep pants. His body was primed again, but this time, for pleasure.
She reached for the oil, dribbling some on her hands before smearing it across his back. “Just relax, Gil. The oil is just what you need to help you along.”
He moaned his reply, obviously aroused by the slick feel of her hands across his flesh. She waited until his back had a nice thin covering before moving to his buttocks. The muscles flexed as she ran her hands along his cheeks, covering every inch of skin. She stopped to reload and then eased her fingers down the valley, pausing to rim his anus. A low guttural sound floated out from the pillow, but he didn’t move. Instead, she felt his hips pressing back ever so slowly, as if seeking a deeper penetration.
Fallon responded with another pass of his pucker, this time sinking a single finger inside. He gasped at the intrusion, punching his hips forward as a low growl broke the silence.
“Feel good?”
“Fuck, yes.”
His voice was edged with a mix of pleasure and pain, a feeling she was all too familiar with. “Good. Now try to keep your muscles relaxed as I go a bit deeper.”
She felt him physically try to release the tension as she poured more oil on her hand and sank her finger completely inside him. She could feel the tight knot of his prostate gland up towards the back of his channel, and arched her finger back so she could rub it. The sharp jerk of his hips and low growl of his voice told her she’d found her mark.
“Okay, Gil. Now for the plug.”
Fallon picked up the toy, smoothing more oil along its length before lining it up with his nether hole. Her breath lodged tight in her chest as she watched his small pucker merge around the thin, bulbous head, stretching to accommodate to the width of the plug. Never had she witnessed such an erotic act as she slowly pushed the toy into Gil’s body, mindful to keep the penetration slow and easy. The breath she’d been holding hissed out through her teeth as the base of the curved toy locked against Gil’s sac, adding another layer of sensation.
“Oh God, Gil. Now I know why you love watching me take the plug so much. I’ve never seen anything so sexy.”
“I love watching my cock fill your ass even more,” he countered through clenched teeth. “And if you don’t hurry up, I’ll be pounding your ass before you can scream my name.”
“And miss watching this?” she said, slowly pulling the plug out before pushing it back in, this time slightly faster, harder.
“Fuck.”
Gil’s hips punched forward, grinding his cock into the bed. He cried out when she pulled it out again, leaving just the first inch clamped inside his anal ring, his voice keening into a sharp hiss as she plunged it back, taking his ass in a firm steady stroke. Instead of pausing at the end, she kept the rhythm up, surging and retreating until he threw his head back and shouted her name.
She stopped, holding him on the edge.
Gil’s body erupted into beads of sweat, as his cock pulsed and flared, moments from exploding. Fallon lifted up, whispering for him to roll over. The muscles in his back bunched as he fought to lift his body over, finally just collapsing on the bed, his jaw clenched, his cock standing straight up. She moved quickly, sheathing herself on the hard length of flesh in a single motion.
“Now. Ride me hard and fast, baby or I swear…”
His threat was replaced by a growl of pleasure as she set up a torturing cycle, taking his cock deep then rising quickly. Over and over she plunged, feeling his crown flare across her womb, building her orgasm until her need matched his. She heard him beg, gripping her hips as he added his thrusts to hers. He seemed locked on the edge of release, unable to cross over. Fallon pulled one hand from his shoulder and reached behind her, grabbing the end of the plug. Using the last of her sanity, she matched her rhythm, fucking his ass as she claimed his cock. In. Out. Back. Forth. Filling his body then leaving it all but empty.
Gil’s breath caught once, stalling in his chest before he shouted her name and flexed up, purging a full stream of sperm into her channel, as his body jerked beneath her. A second spurt erupted inside her sex before the world exploded and she collapsed on top of him, her shaky breath matching his. Dots flared across the darkness, words floated around in her head as she fell back to earth, her body completely sated. It wasn’t until his arms tightened around her that she realised he was whispering to her.
“God, I love you.”
She smiled at the honesty in his voice, so overwhelmed with her love tears welled in her eyes again. She raised her head, meeting his gaze just long enough to place a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose before falling back down.
“Right back at’cha,” she breathed, feeling her courage bloom in her stomach. “So does that mean I’m excused from my punishment?”
Gil’s chuckle sent more juice coursing to her cunt, and it was all she could do not to start moving again. “Nice try, sweetheart. But not only are you going to be spanked, but I intend to use the cuffs.”
Butterflies fluttered through her core. She’d always wanted him to handcuff her. “Just when do you intend to do this, Gil? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think I just drained you.”
Gil kissed her hair as he smoothed his hand down her back, patting her ass once before cinching his arm around her waist and rolling on top of her. Her gasp filled the room as he stared down at her, his eyes glowing. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby,” he said, thrusting his thickening cock deeper inside her. “Best take a deep breath, Fallon. ‘Cause the ride’s about to get bumpy.”
“Just as long as I get to ride,” she added, arching her hips, taking him even deeper.
“Forever, baby. You’re one fallen angel that’s going to stay right here on earth with me.”
About the Author
Kris sees herself as somewhat obsessive and feels she tends to push the limits sometimes. But her friends graciously see her as passionate and adventurous. After all, speed limits are only guidelines and shouting is just her way of rising above the chaos. Besides, she thinks the air is cleaner out there on the edge.
Kris started writing erotic stories a few years ago, but didn't try putting them out into the real world until recently. She loves penning independent leading ladies who aren't afraid to kick a bit of butt, especially when it only fuels the desires of their men. But of course, it wouldn't be any fun if the men didn't get to play... Most of her stories involve elements of suspense and quite often have a down right creepy villain lurking in the shadows. But all the better to get the hero's protective instincts going. After all, Kris still loves having a knight ride to the rescue...
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Kris loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.
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