Lured into Love (Blossom in Winter #2) - Melanie Martins Page 0,52
I manage to say.
“Be more explicit,” he commands, before nibbling the shell of my ear. “What do you want me to do?”
And I know he’s playing with my timidity and my lack of bluntness. “You know…”
“You want me to fuck your tight little asshole, huh?” His breath is ragged, and I can taste the sexual tension in his words. “You miss it, don’t you?”
I can’t help but moan at his question. His disgusting vulgarity and attitude shouldn’t make my body simmer with rapture. “Yes…”
“Then say it.”
“I can’t…” I grow desperate at his insistence.
“Of course you can. I need to hear it,” he insists. His lips go to my cheek, lingering on my skin, and his energy is burning with desire to do exactly what we are both thinking. Then his lips come close, so close to tasting mine that I know he’s teasing me just to drive me to the edge. His right hand leaves my breast and moves up to my neck. “Petra, say it.” Oh jeez, I feel like the lamb trapped by the big wolf.
Armed with some audacity and throwing all manners out the window, I say very slowly, “I want you to… fuck… my tight little asshole.”
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, but loud enough for me to hear it. His right hand leaves my neck and travels all the way down to between my thighs.
“Ahh…” A little moan escapes me at the feel of his fingers now exploring me.
“Jeez, you’re soaking.” Well, that’s a bit obvious. His hand lingers around my opening, and I know my fluids are all over his fingers. He then goes back to my ass, and I feel a greasy finger penetrating me. I can’t help but gasp at the intrusion. “Look at that, it’s already in.”
My pussy spasms in response to his words while his finger starts pushing in, slow and deep. I bounce forward at the pressure, but his other hand puts me back in position. “Oh my…” I press my lips tightly together, feeling quite sharply his finger going deeper inside me.
“You like that, huh?”
I’m panting, barely able to reply, but I breathe a feeble, “Yeah” between moans filled with pleasure.
His finger leaves me, and I know exactly why. My heart is thundering, a bit anxious and apprehensive to feel him. After all, we haven’t done this since that night in Aspen. And while I can’t see him, I’ve got the firm sensation that he’s now palming his cock. To my surprise, though, he drags the tip up to my wet pussy. “Oh gosh…” I shiver, feeling his tip rubbing around my lips. But he doesn’t push himself in; nope, his tip, now fully coated with my juices, travels up to the other hole. And I wince, feeling a bit of the head pushing inside me. Fuck, he feels so damn big and this is so much more painful than last time. I always feel so weak, fragile, and defenseless in this position, but I’m also impatient for him to take me entirely.
“Ssh…” he utters, soothing me as he rubs my back. Alex remains still and motionless, giving me some time to adjust to his girth. “Relax…” He then thrusts a bit farther in, and I’m amazed how smoothly it goes. I guess my fluids are a good lube. “See how easily I go in…” He hovers over my back, and I feel his warm lips placing kisses on my spine. My teeth bite into my lip, reveling in every second of his touch, and dragging some air into my lungs, I shut my eyes in blissful rapture. “You’re so damn tight…”
I chuckle at his comment. “I can feel that.”
With parted lips, I unleash another moan at feeling such a big part of him buried inside me. “I missed fucking your ass so much,” he shamelessly states. His right hand grabs my neck from behind, while his left hand keeps holding me at the waist. He then fills me completely by rocking inside me straight and deep. Fuck. And I can’t help but whimper a bit. “Ow…” By now, I not only feel the sting on my butt, but also his length gaping my hole. My body is shaking under his, and I’m too drunk on a mixture of pain and pleasure to fully process everything he’s doing.
He adjusts himself inside of me and positions his cock at a deeper angle. “It’s all inside now.” His fingers tighten on my neck and waist while his hips keep thrusting