There was the sound of a jar opening, and then his cock was replaced with the coolness of a cream.
His finger swirled around her anus and then pressed in. “I could take you here,” he whispered as her flesh submitted to his insistence. His finger felt alien inside her. Alien but incredibly good. She squeezed tentatively, experimenting with the sensation, gasping when he curled his finger and rubbed her against the agonizingly sensitive flesh, sparking secret nerve endings to screaming desire.
“Make you mine in every sense,” he continued.
Fear and desire warred for dominance inside her. “You’re too big.”
He pulled her to the end of the bed. As her legs dangled over the side, her feet inches from the floor, he braced his arm across her back and pressed two fingers against her opening. “You can take me.”
She caught her breath as her flesh parted and muscles struggled to stretch to his demands. It hurt so good, she wept with the pleasure. The demand for more. Suddenly, the battle was over and his fingers were deep in her channel, conquering her muscle’s resistance with masculine determination. He held her still as she twisted to relieve the pressure.
“Just relax,” he told her, pushing harder. “You want this.”
She did. Her pussy was gushing with her pleasure. For all the burning at his first possession, there were other sensations coming to the fore. Ones that had her wanting to move her hips. Take him deeper. Sensations that demanded more.
He pulled his fingers free, and then just as deliberately slid them back.
“Relax,” he ordered again when she instinctively fought his possession. She took a breath, and managed to do so. His fingers slid to the hilt. The burn was minimal, but those other demanding sensations were getting louder. She wiggled her torso since she couldn’t move her hips. He pulled out completely again, but this time, when he came back, he added a third finger.
“I can’t,” she gasped as he demanded entrance.
“You can,” he countered, his tone brooking no objection.
He pushed and her flesh began to give.
“It hurts,” she gasped, straining to relax, but it was too much.
He backed off, and settled for working two fingers in. “If you can’t take three fingers,” he whispered in her ear, “you’ll never take my cock.”
He resumed a steady rhythm with his fingers, gliding in and out, stretching her sensitive channel, preparing her.
“Don’t you want my cock?” he asked as his ministrations had her pussy clenching on air, demanding to be filled the way her ass was.
God help her, she did. She wanted to be everything to him. To give herself to him in this ultimate way. She bit her lip and nodded her head. His third finger pushed against her ass. She forced herself to relax, to bear back against the pressure.
Her breath caught in her lungs as his fingers slid home. She struggled with the feeling of being helpless and overwhelmed. He was taking her ass whether she wanted it or not, and it was the most erotic moment of her life. She wanted more. He gave it to her.
Holding her hips steady, preventing her from moving at all, he applied strong pressure to the fingers pushing at her ass. Her strength was no match for his. All three fingers to the second knuckle. She could do nothing but accept the pleasure/pain that stole her breath and had her mindless with the need for more. She needed him to move. To fuck her. To give her the rhythm her tightly stretched nerves wept for.
“Beautiful.”
It suddenly occurred to her that he was watching what he was doing to her. Watching his fingers claim her ass. Watching her response. Instead of shocking her, the knowledge set off a primitive rush of lust that surged out of control as he began a gentle in and out motion. She couldn’t repress her moan.
He stilled. “Too much?” he asked, stroking her back with his free hand.
Heat flared through her body. Her fingers twisted in the quilt. Words were beyond her, even if she’d had the courage to speak them.
His fingers on her back froze. “Not enough?”
She nodded and bit the quilt as he chuckled.
“Not a problem.” He found a steady rhythm, working her ass, loosening her muscles and teasing her passion. Her clit throbbed for attention, but she couldn’t find relief because of how she was situated. Her breasts felt so swollen, they were going to explode from her body, but the smooth quilt couldn’t provide the stimulation her nipples begged for. And her pussy. Her poor neglected pussy ached with an unrelenting desperate hunger that had her out of her mind. And still Asa fucked her ass with that consistent motion that promised everything and delivered nothing.
If he hadn’t had her pinned with his arm, she would have come off the bed and scratched his eyes out for torturing her so.