‘My sweetness and my hope,’ he mutters.
Then our tongues touch and searing heat fills me. Dizzily, I reach between our bodies, wrap my palm around his hard shaft, and tug on it vigorously. Without breaking the kiss he curls his large powerful hands around the backs of my thighs and lifts me clean off the floor. I wrap my legs securely around him and he immediately reaches under me and jams his thumb into my pussy.
I am so wet his entry makes a squelching sound. Distracted by his thumb thrusting in and out of me I don’t realize he has hoisted me to the black object stuck to the wall. The tip presses into my back.
‘Zane,’ I breathe looking into his lust glazed eyes.
‘What?’ he asks.
‘I’ve never had anything up my ass,’ I whisper anxiously.
‘A virgin ass. How sweet?’ His eyes glitter with satisfaction.
Unwrapping my legs from around his hips I stand.
‘Ready?’ he asks huskily.
I nod.
‘Bend your knees,’ he instructs and guides me so the tip of the plug touches the puckered entrance of my ass.
‘Now push up against it,’ he commands and watches as I slowly push myself onto the lubed up plug. The tip is rounded and fine so it eases past the initial resistance easily and quite suddenly it is inside my ass. And I am like a butterfly pinned to a board.
‘Look at you,’ he says, staring at my open and exposed pussy. ‘You’re dripping like a leaking faucet.’
He is not lying. This is a new pleasure for me and I am so turned on I can feel my own juices gushing onto my thighs as the plug traveling deeper into me sends intense shivers of pleasure running up and down my spine. I hang my head and take several deep breaths before I push it in a little more. Once it is about three or four inches deep he caresses my back and says, ‘Relax.’
‘Take me hard, Zane. Make me scream.’
‘I fucking plan to,’ he growls.
Taking a step forward he slams his hard cock so forcefully into me, I become so deeply impaled on the plug that I feel the cone of the plunger spreading my ass cheeks.
God, this is amazing,’ I gasp, my mouth open with surprise.
I never thought I would, but I love the sensation of being double penetrated. It is amazing to have his giant cock stretching my pussy and the slippery black plug in my ass.
‘You wanted it hard,’ he says as he pulls me away from the wall and thrusts hard into me. Both his dick and the plug jam into me at the same time.
‘Yes, give it to me,’ I pant.
Again his cock and plug are withdrawing from my body. ‘Tell me you’re my little bitch.’
‘I’m your little bitch,’ I breathe unsteadily, as I take both him and the plug again.
‘Who’s your daddy?’ he asks on the next withdrawal.
‘You. You’re my daddy,’ I groan.
And so it went. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Until I am sweaty mess, my thighs are trembling, and my cunt is gripping him like a vise. Hot and excited and shivering like someone who has a fever I teeter wildly on the brink of coming.
‘I can’t hold on much longer,’ I cry.
‘Scream for me,’ he orders and sinks himself to the hilt.
I come apart, shuddering violently, animal grunts tearing from my throat, as he roars and shoots his load deep inside me. Covered in sweat and panting hard we stare at each other.
‘You liked that?’
I nod breathlessly.
He exhales deeply and withdraws out of me and watches his seed leaking out of me. Then he pulls me away from the plug on the wall, lifts me into his arms, and carries me out of the steam room.
‘No. No. Don’t do it-,’ I scream as he chucks me into the swimming pool. I emerge spluttering, push hair out of my eyes, and look for him. He is in the water a few feet away watching me. His eyes are mocking.
The water is wonderfully cool on my flushed skin.
‘Fuck you,’ I say, and turning on my back lazily swim in the opposite direction. I’ll get my own back eventually. A few strokes later he pops up next to me. We do two laps languidly, with him keeping to my idle pace.
Then he stops, curls his hands around my waist, and pulls me upright. He encircles my waist and draws me closer to him. Our naked bodies touch and I sling my arm around his strong neck.
‘I’m meeting Stella for drinks tonight.’
His body stills but expression doesn’t change. ‘Want me to get a table for you at the Matrix?’
‘Nah, we’re just going to go to Jamies.’
He raises a soaked eyebrow. ‘Jamies?’
‘You won’t have heard of it. It’s very low rent and a bit of a dive really, but it’s our local and we like it. They play the kind of music we dig.’