Holding her gaze, I slide my fingers down the valley between her ass cheeks. She shivers. I play with her puckered hole, and she squeezes her eyes shut.
"Oh, my god," she moans.
I slide one finger inside her back hole, then another. I hook my fingers and she wheezes. Her breath comes in little pants, her forehead scrunches up. She slaps her palm on the table, then slides it over to grab at the edge.
"That… that’s different," she pants.
"No shit."
I reach down with my other hand, unhook my belt, then lower my zipper. The rasping sound fills the space and her eyelids flutter.
"Is it going to hurt?" she huffs.
"I’m sure it will," I promise.
She snaps her eyelids open.
I chuckle. "Just kidding."
She scowls at me. "Very funny."
"It may hurt initially," I explain, "but if you relax, it should fade away, and I promise, the orgasm that follows will be intense."
"So you keep saying. Yet you’ve never let me come."
"Ideally, I wouldn’t let you come now, either."
"Why you—" She rears up, but I press down on her back once more.
"Don’t move," I warn as I pull out my fingers, then fit myself to the entrance of her back channel. "Ready, Princess?"
"What do you think, you smirking jerkalope, you—"
I angle my hips and thrust into her.
She gasps, then bites down on her lower lip.
I give her time to adjust to my size. I bring my hand around to play with her clit and she parts her legs wider. She thrusts out her hips, and I slip in another centimeter.
"That’s it," I croon. "Let me in, Princess."
"You’re… you’re too big," she groans.
"You can take it."
"Easy for you to say. You’re not the one with a monster cock up your arsehole."
I laugh. "Doesn’t The-Actor-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named have a phrase to fit the occasion?”
"He bloody well does." She scowls up at me from under her eyelashes.
"What is it? Are you going to tell me?"
"Are you trying to distract me?"
"Am I succeeding?" I murmur.
"Almost..."