Fueling His Hunger

by Sparrow Beckett

  His brain stuttered to a standstill, and he watched in breathless fascination as her pretty mouth wrapped around his finger again. Her tongue explored the tip of his finger, the edge of his nail, then she was suckling again and he was in imminent danger of coming in his jeans.

  “You’re already good at sucking cock, but if you did it the way you do this no man would stand a chance against you.”

  She didn’t respond, other than to turn her sweet gaze to his, and continue her sensual assault on his finger. Apparently it turned her on too, because soon she was wriggling in his lap, towel fallen open, rubbing her sexy ass against his rock-hard dick.

  “Ophelia, stop.” When she didn’t comply, he pulled his finger from her mouth and grabbed her by the hips to hold her still. She whimpered and squirmed, and was generally disobedient and distracting. “Stop now or I’m going to punish you.”

  She mewled and pressed against him, kissing his mouth.

  Such a bad girl. He kissed her once because he couldn’t help himself, then held her away by the shoulders.

  “Spankings are only one way to punish a naughty girl,” he warned.

  “Do whatever you want,” she replied. The heaving of her distractingly perfect breasts almost threw him off.

  “I always do.”

  He stood up, dumping her off his lap, but making sure she slid down his body somewhat so she didn’t hurt herself. She squeaked in surprise when she hit the floor.

  “Crawl to that corner.”

  She frowned at him and tried to rise to her feet. He grabbed her by the back of the hair and forced her back down, watching her reaction in case this was too harsh for her.

  “I said crawl, princess.”

  Her scowl was hilarious. He didn’t laugh, but he did let go of her hair when she didn’t try to get up again.

  “If I’m a princess, why do I have to crawl?” she asked indignantly.

  “Because princesses still need to be good little girls.” He swatted her bottom, and she gasped, her arms buckling beneath her.

  Ophelia facedown and ass up, presenting everything she owned to him, was almost his undoing. The next blow he landed on her posterior connected with a stinging crack, and she yowled, got back up on all fours and crawled toward the corner. The perfect red outline of his hand stood out on her pale flesh in stark relief.

  He followed her to the corner, because how could he not?

  “Stand up and face the corner.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yes.”

  After giving him one last incredulous glance, she got to her feet and did as she was told.

  Forcing himself not to give in too easily, he sat in the nearby arm chair and waited, watching. She glanced over her shoulder at him once, but hastily turned her gaze back to the wall.

  A few times she sighed, and by the ten-minute mark she was shifting and making sounds of annoyance.

  Silently, he rose from the chair and moved up behind her.

  “Is there a problem?”

  She startled and laughed nervously. “No, Luke.”

  “No?”

  “Well . . . this is boring.”

  “Boring?”

  She nodded. “I’ve learned my lesson.”

  “Sure you have. Unfortunately for you, it’s not done yet.” He patted her ass. “Brace your forearms on the wall.”

  As she complied, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled back until she shuffled backward. When he had her in position, she was leaning on the wall, but her ass was thrust out at him.

  Damn. He squeezed his balls, trying to calm his body’s reaction to the way she looked in this stance. Round ass led to long, shapely legs. He could stare at that sweet ass all fucking day. Her pussy glistened, slick and ready, and her tightly puckered asshole begged for his exploration. It took a few long moments to distract himself, but he managed not to just drop his pants and shove his cock into her like an impatient teenager. She shifted, trying to hide herself from his gaze, but he swatted her and told her to stay put.

  He traced his fingers over her quivering ass, making her gasp, putting her back where he wanted her. As he neared her anus she shied away.

  “Bad girl.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and spanked her twenty times, counting down as each sharp blow landed. She’d gone ragdoll limp in his grasp by the time he was done. His palm was burning. “Back in position now, or you get another ten.”

  Shaking, she braced herself against the wall again, but he had to adjust her stance to get her ass and pussy back on display how he wanted them.

  “So humiliating,” she whispered.

  “You don’t like showing me what’s mine?”

  “It’s not yours!”

  A trickle of moisture rolled from the slickness between her thighs. He caught it with a fingertip and smeared it across the back of her leg, just to let her know he’d seen it.

  “No? Your body says otherwise.”

  “Oh, god.” She hid her face against the inside of her arm, but didn’t break position. “Please just have sex with me. Just regular-person sex.”

  “Regular-person sex bores you.”

  “Shh!” She frowned desperately. “You have a big voice. People are going to hear you.”

  Spreading a hand over her lower back, he pushed down so she’d arch. “You said to do whatever I wanted to, so I’m going to take you up on that.”

  He knelt between her legs and swept his tongue along the seam of her sex, insinuating it between her labia when she tipped her hips back harder to give him access to her clit. Her scent and her tartness on his tongue made his cock pulse enthusiastically.

  Fuck, she smelled good.

  As he licked a path back and forth, around the hardened nub of her pleasure, along to her opening, then back, he let his hands stray from their firm grip on her ass.

  Questing fingers traced the divide of her ass, trailing down to her anus. She stiffened, squirming but not daring to move with his tongue on its path back to her clit where she so desperately wanted it. He brushed his fingertips over her puckered asshole, enjoying her squeaks and whimpers of dismay, her breathy moans of arousal. For a moment he considering rimming her ass, but he doubted she was ready for that. As it was, her legs shook, and she gasped out bad words. When he moved his fingers away from her ass, she followed them with her body begging for more, probably without realizing what she was doing.

  He slicked his fingers with her own desire, and coaxed a fingertip into her asshole, watching as the tight bud grudgingly allowed him entry. Holding her breath, she let him do it, her body taut with need and anxiety. His finger slowly broached her, and he patiently coaxed it deeper.

  “Luke, don’t,” she begged. “Why are you doing this?”

  “Shh,” he said gently. “Breathe, baby. I did this to you before. It wasn’t so bad, was it?”

  “It feels weird.” She complained. Her high-pitched whine made his balls tighten with impatience.

  “But you like it.”

  “I—”

  Whatever she was about to say was forgotten as her body opened to him and he pushed his finger in the rest of the way. She moaned, long and loud, and he gritted his teeth to stay in control of himself. He vibrated his finger and her body clamped down around him. She hissed in a breath, and out of the corner of his gaze he saw her toes grasp at the plush carpeting.

  “No . . . no . . .” Her knees started to buckle, and he withdrew his finger, then steadied her.

  He walked her to the bed, then laid her facedown, wedging a pillow under her hips. She wriggled against it, grinding against it with sinuous, sexy squirms of her hips. Damn. He slapped her sharply on the back of the thigh.

  “Stop that right now, or I’m going to spank your naughty pussy.”

  “Please, Luke . . . I need to come so bad.”

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��No. You don’t get to come until my cock is in that sexy ass of yours.”

  “Okay,” she whispered miserably. “But if it hurts too much you have to stop.”

  “Of course. Do you remember your safeword?”

  “Duh.”

  He swatted her ass right on top of a pink patch and she hissed but pushed back for more.

  Nice. There was nothing like a girl who got off on what he liked to dish out.

  He ducked into the bathroom to wash his hands. When he returned, he noticed the mirror on the nearby wall, then angled her body so he could see her face in the reflection.

  “Isn’t it going to hurt without lube?”

  He barked a laugh. “I wouldn’t be doing this without lube, especially not on the first try. I’m not that much of a sadist . . . or a masochist.”

  “Where on earth did you get lube? And when?” She sounded incredulous, and possibly scandalized.

  “At the pharmacy. I just didn’t put it in with the other stuff I bought. I didn’t want to scare you.”

  “Well, that was a bit presumptuous!”

  The fact that she was saying so while she lay draped over a pillow waiting for him to fuck her ass was amusing.

  He went to his backpack and took the lube out of the side pouch he’d stashed it in. “If I didn’t use it with you, so what? I’d rather be prepared than have to improvise.”

  Eyes narrowed, she watched him bring the lube closer as though it was dangerous. “Have you . . . done this before?”

  “Yes.”

  “With someone who hasn’t tried it yet?”

  “Yes. Several times,” he said, meaning to reassure her but wondering if he’d just made her feel like this was inconsequential to him. It actually meant a lot for her to trust him so much, so soon. “If you hate it I’ll stop, but know I can make you like it.”

  “You’re pretty full of yourself, you know that?” she said, brows arched.

  “It’s hard not to be when I have you where I want you.” He lowered himself to the bed beside her, leaving his jeans on for now.

  Rather than rush her, he started over, trailing his fingers up and down her back, loving the way her eyes glazed over when she shuddered. Gradually, he let his hand inch closer to her ass.

  Her forehead creased. “I shouldn’t let you do this. It’s . . . shameful.”

  Shameful? Some girls knew exactly what to say to make a guy’s dick threaten to explode. Stupid corruption fetish.

  “After I made you crawl on the floor and stand in the corner, you’re worried about something this vanilla?”

  “There’s nothing vanilla about doing . . . what you’re thinking about.”

  Fuck, she couldn’t even say it out loud. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d defiled such an inexperienced girl. Her aroused mortification was so working for him.

  “Forget about propriety and let your body tell you what it likes. Lots of people love anal. It’s not even taboo anymore.”

  “Maybe not with the people you know.”

  He gave her his best evil smile. “Well then, you’d better not tell your friends what you let me do to you.”

  She buried her face in the mattress, groaning at the thought of it, or maybe she was just that nervous.

  Enough stalling.

  When she looked at him again, he kissed her, impressed she didn’t get prissy about tasting herself from his mouth. Ophelia wasn’t uptight at all, she’d just never given herself permission to be dirty, and her willingness to do almost anything to please him was hot as hell.

  Sliding his fingers between her legs, he toyed with her slick pussy, making sure not to get her off even though she subtly tried to direct his actions. When she was squirming for him again and moaning into his mouth, he let his thumb stray to her perineum, stroking her there until she stopped squeaking and begging him not to, before moving his attention her anus again. By then she was so aroused she only mewled into his mouth, shuddering and gasping, ready for whatever he had planned.

  It probably wouldn’t be very macho of him to excuse himself so he could rub one out in the bathroom. It would only take a minute. His balls were emitting a blue, aching haze of pain, and he was probably going to blow his load on her ass before he even got into her.

  His muscles tensed as he worked to stave off his arousal, refusing to be ruled by primal need. He had to make sure she enjoyed this.

  Chapter 11

  He was touching her there.

  Why did it have to feel so good? She wanted to safeword—to tell him she wasn’t into it, at least for the sake of her dignity—but she’d be lying. Truthfully, she didn’t want him to stop. And he’d made her so fucking needy that she wasn’t even scared anymore. It was like being drunk on lust.

  If it hurt, so what? How many times had he shown her in the past few days that her body enjoyed it when he hurt her? When he spanked her, or even just grabbed her arm or got bossy, she sank into this weird pit of desperate need. Of wanting to do anything to please him, not just because she could tell he liked it, but because it both turned her on and made her feel peaceful on the inside. Being with Luke and letting him choose what to do to her, allowing him dominion over her body, just felt right.

  Like he’d said, it was her body, and if she chose to let him do what he wanted, that was no one else’s business, right?

  Luke was kind enough to warm the lube in his hand before he touched her with it, slicking it down the divide of her ass and smearing it over the sensitized skin around her anus. Who knew there were so many damned nerve endings there? Hell, just since she’d gotten out of the shower, she’d been unable to hold back two stealth orgasms, and he didn’t even seem to know it. No man should have that kind of power over a woman’s body. It wasn’t fair!

  He coaxed one finger into her ass, then a second. She shut her eyes, trying hard to hide how horny this made her and how fucking uncomfortable yet good it felt, but he was so close, watching her expressions. It probably didn’t help that she kept making that weird, desperate noise. She sounded ridiculous, but she couldn’t stop.

  “Either that hurts and you’re not saying, or it feels good and you don’t want to admit it.”

  She tried to open her eyes to answer him, but they kept rolling back in her head. She felt like she needed a damned exorcism. Arousal built and the pillow he’d wedged beneath her hips hit her clit in just the right way. Unable to stop herself, the orgasm came. She wailed into the mattress while he finger-fucked her through it, dirty-talking in her ear just to make it worse. When the orgasm was done, she felt light-headed, but not sated, as though her body knew they weren’t done but wasn’t sure how to handle the endorphins.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

  Her brain felt so fuzzy it took a minute to process the fact that he’d asked her a question. She whimpered, too overwhelmed and shy to tell him to go for it. Instead, she just shook her head.

  “What do you want, Ophelia?”

  Oh jeez.

  “You already know,” she said sulkily.

  “Oh yes, I do, but I want you to hear the words coming out of that pretty mouth of yours.” Slowly, he started to slide his fingers out, making them move in ways that made her cry out in pleasure. “Say it,” he hissed. His fingers were barely inside her now, threatening to withdraw, but she wasn’t ready to be done yet. Why did he have to be so damn difficult?

  “Please!” she begged, hoping it was enough.

  “Please, what?”

  Ugh. She should have known he wouldn’t let her get away with doing less than exactly what he wanted. So fucking bossy. So fucking hot.

  “Please use me . . . there.”

  “Use you how? Where?” His voice was serious, intense.

  Frustration ran away with her mouth. “Oh my god, just do it!”

  “Do you need a spanking, little gir
l?”

  His fingers were out of her now, and he was frowning. He didn’t understand. Her body felt too empty—bereft, desperate for him. She didn’t have the words to explain, but she needed him inside her so bad she wanted to scream and cry. She was completely out of control. Couldn’t think of the words to make him happy.

  He levered himself up, settling between her legs, his erection pressed along the crack of her ass. Slowly, he slid up and down, making her even more crazy. Making her body shake for him.

  “Please, Luke. Please use my ass.” Oh fuck, had she just yelled that? Mortification filled her, but it only made her hotter for him.

  He swore in her ear, and the harshness of his words made her shudder.

  “You want me to shove my cock in your little virgin asshole?” he growled in her ear.

  Ugh. This man and his dirty mouth. She moaned, shoving back against him impatiently.

  “Are you sure this is what you want?”

  Yes, damn it, and she was going to come again before he even got inside her if he didn’t hurry the hell up.

  “Please,” she breathed, writhing under the hard weight of his body. So close! Skin skimmed against skin, and his cock slipped maddeningly along her ass.

  “Such a horny little slut for me,” he murmured.

  “Yes,” she hissed, then held her breath as he repositioned himself. The tip of his cock prodded at her asshole.

  “Only for me.”

  He was right.

  “Only for you.”

  Slowly, insistently, he persuaded her anus to stretch around the head of his cock. The sensation was shocking, breath-stealing. She dug her fingers into the cool cotton bedsheets, twisting them as she gritted her teeth. How was his dick so much bigger than two fingers were?

  She blinked, staring at the headboard and feeling like her eyes were going to pop out of her head. Fuck, that was a lot of cock, and he wasn’t even in yet!

  A flash of movement caught her attention, and she glanced over to see a mirror on the nearest wall. Luke was watching her face in the reflection. The girl staring back at her looked very young and apprehensive. Not at all like the one splashed across tabloids wearing a thick armor of makeup. Tear-streaked, sweaty, raw . . . real.