Leo leaned out of the cubical, and I dared to peep over my shoulder to see what he was doing. He’d reached around and opened the mirror-fronted medicine cabinet above the sink and had retrieved something from it.
“What are you doing?” I dared to ask.
He held up a little bottle. “Soap is all well and good in a shower, but you don’t want to fuck with it, especially not where I’m planning on going.”
“Where are you planning on going?”
I already had a good idea, but I wanted to hear it from his mouth.
“I’m going to finger-fuck your arsehole until you’re crying out for me to put my cock in it.”
“Oh God.” Hearing the filthy words both terrified and aroused me.
“Good girl. Now put your hands flat on the wall, either side of your head, and stick that sweet little arse out for me.”
I thought he was going to touch me there right away, but he started with my pussy, slipping a couple of lube-covered fingers inside me and slowly pumping in and out.
“No one should ever touch your arse without using lube,” he told me. “Not that I plan for anyone to ever touch you again. Your father stole my girl from me, and now, guess what, he’s given me a replacement.”
“I’m not my father,” I told him.
“Shut up and hold still.”
With two fingers still in my pussy, he pushed his thumb into my arse. I squealed and bucked, and he pulled his digits out again and then thrust them back in. There was a slight sting and a burning, but it eased quickly enough, and then I was caught in the sensation of being impaled on his hand. I dropped my forehead against the shower wall.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned.
“Feels good, huh?”
“It feels wrong.”
“You have no idea.”
He slid out the fingers that had been in my pussy and used them to penetrate my back passage. The burning sensation increased as his scissored them, stretching me, but gradually, it faded until pleasure took over.
His cock pressed up against my hip, and I reached back to stroke him, running my hand up and down his iron-hard length. Surely, he wasn’t going to be able to fit inside me. He felt terrifyingly big.
“Relax,” he told me.
I figured that was easier to say than do. I bet he wouldn’t be so relaxed if he was about to be impaled in the arse by a giant dick.
“Trust me,” he murmured against the back of my ear. “Breathe.”
He replaced his fingers with the head of his cock. I sucked in a breath and froze.
“No, Raven. Breathe.”
“Stop telling me to fucking breathe.”
He reached around and found my clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in slow circles. I was already sensitive, and my eyelids fluttered, my lips parting with pleasure.
Now I was distracted, he nudged forward, stretching me around him, and sliding in an inch.
“Ohsitt!”Shit. “It hurts.”
“It feels fucking incredible to me. God, you’re so tight.”
He kept up his attention on my clit, and as much as I hated myself for it, my hips gently rocked back and forth, picking up a rhythm. He took that as encouragement.