“I kinda thought so.”
I hear the rustle of his movements behind me, but remain in position, so I can’t see what he’s doing. When I feel a cold moisture trickle down my crack, it becomes clear. The cold metal of the stainless steel butt plug I purchased presses against my anus
I instinctively squeeze my cheeks closed.
“Open your ass to me,” he prompts.
His dominance makes my pussy clench and my anus flare open. He takes advantage of the reaction and presses the plug forward, causing me to squeal as my opening stretches wide to accept it. Once it’s seated, the sensation is a heady mixture of arousal, fullness and desire, which, combined with the throbbing of my cheeks, turns my limbs to rubber. I moan, wantonly.
He pumps the plug and the erotic sensations bring me to the brink of orgasm immediately. In a delirium, I blurt, “Please, I’ll be a good girl, I promise.Please!”
Joey chuckles and rubs my ass.
“Please,” I whimper, “I need you.”
“How do you need me?”
“I want you. Now. Please, Joey?”
He unties me and strips out of his clothes. I look over my shoulder to drink in the sight of him—his pure masculine virility. I want him to possess me.
He grabs my hips, his hands rough the way I crave. His fingers find my clit, and I moan as he makes tight circles over it. I moan louder when he begins to push the butt plug deeper. Thrusting it in and out, he winds my need up into a tight coil of passion. Just when I hit the edge of orgasm again, he pulls it out.
“Please,” I beg.
A fresh dollop of lube lands on my back hole, and I realize his intention. A shudder of excitement and trepidation ripple through me at the thought of losing my anal virginity. I reach back, tentatively gripping my cheeks and pulling them apart to welcome him, my heart thumping in a wild rhythm.
Joey
Cristo.
I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.
“God, Sophie,” I groan. It’s going to be impossible not to pound her into oblivion. She’s so hot, spreading her sweet ass cheeks wide for me, offering herself with total surrender.
I’m ready to come right now, before I’m even inside her.I can only think of Sophie—the woman I want to make mine in every possible way. But focusing on her does slow me down because I want her pleasure more than I need my own. I return two fingers to her clit, working the stiffened bud as I press the head of my cock at her back hole and ease in.
I make slow, direct strokes in and out, keeping my fingers busy exploring her wet, swollen pussy. She clutches at my hand, shoving my fingers into her sex. Two fingers, then three penetrate her as her anus squeezes around my shaft. I listen as her mewls turn to pleading, and then I can’t hold back anymore. Gripping her hips, I bring myself to climax.
“Come, Sophie!” I command, slapping her pussy, and she jerks, plunging over the edge with me.
The release is more satisfying than I ever experienced, as all the pent up anxiety of the last few hours washes out of me under cascades of pleasure. I remain inside her for a long time, listening to the sound of our slowing breaths, the rhythm of my heart pumping. At last, I ease out and help her climb up onto the bed.
“Are you hungry, baby?”
“Hmm mmm,” she mumbles, shaking her head. I go to the kitchen, anyway, preparing a plate of food and putting away her dinner preparations. When I return, she’s sound asleep, her face as relaxed and blissful as a child’s. I lean over and kiss her temple.
I should be worrying about what Al would do if he found out Sophie knows about her dad. He might have concerns she’d tell her mom. Or go to the cops.
I don’t know whether Pauly will mention it to him. I should probably say something first, but I’m not going to.
Sophie deserves the peace she found today. I know it doesn’t resolve all of her qualms about having a relationship with me, but it had to help. Having her dad’s death between us was always going to be a sore spot.
I know she has other doubts. Judgements. Resentments.
I intend to chip away at them. Because I’m becoming more and more sure of one thing: Sophie is the woman I want by my side. My perfect match. And I intend to show her that I can be her perfect match, too.
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