He clenches his eyes shut as if my confession has actually pained him. Then, opening them, he goes, “Let’s see how much you love me when I fuck you in the ass.”
Now that he’s settled between my open thighs, I lift them up and wrap them around his hot waist. “I’ll love you more.”
Framing my face with his hands, he growls, “You’re fucking delusional, aren’t you?”
“No, you are.”
“And a drama queen.”
“Yes. But you are too.”
His grip on my face pulses. “You think you’ll give me your forbidden little asshole that I’ve been dying to fuck for days now, and I’ll magically declare my undying love for you.”
“I don’t know,” I say, my fingers fisting up above me. “There has to be something magical about my forbidden little asshole if you’ve wanted to fuck it for days now. So I sure hope so.”
He doesn’t like my sass and it’s obvious in his clenched words. “It’s gonna hurt. I’m gonnamakeit hurt.”
“You won’t. You’ll do everything tonotmake it hurt.”
“You —”
Something occurs to me then. “Oh, my panties.”
“What?”
“Stuff them in my mouth so I don’t make a sound.”
His eyes rove over my features for a second. “No.”
“Reign —”
“Let them hear. Let them fucking come. Maybe they’ll knock some sense into you when they see me raping your little asshole, you stupid little reckless girl.”
“Not a rape and I’m a stupid little reckless girlin love,” I lift my face up to his, “you big bad bully in denial.”
Our teeth smack with our next kiss.
Our bodies smack too.
And then he proceeds to do what I always knew he would. What I’ve been waiting for him to do.
He takes care of me.
He protects me.
Preparesme. For his brutal invasion.
He kisses and licks and sucks every single part of my body. He leaves little bites on my tits. Little nips on my trembling tummy. He rubs his scruff on the inside of my thighs as he eats me out.
He fucks me with his tongue. With his fingers.
First my pussy and then my ass.
He tries to widen me as much as he can.
And the best thing is that he’s so patient.
He’s so gentle and tender that I don’t know how to tell him that maybe this is not exactly making his point. Maybe him being soexcruciatinglyloving and wonderful with me isn’t going to convince me that he doesn’t.