What We Do in the Night (Day to Night #1) - Stylo Fantome Page 0,70

hard with his fingertips as he dragged them between her cheeks, exciting sensitive flesh as they moved. They went all the way to her pussy, and she groaned loudly when he even forced one inside her, right on top of his dick. He left it there for a couple strokes before sliding it back to her ass.

He didn't go back to her spine, though. He stopped before that, touching a spot few other fingers had ever touched. She bit down on her bottom lip as he pushed the finger inside of her, finger fucking her ass with the same rhythm he was fucking her pussy.

She didn't say a word and a second finger joined the first. Then eventually a third. Valentine knew what would be coming next. Knew she could say no. Even handcuffed and even after promising him control, she knew she could say stop.

But she didn't say anything, so his fingers disappeared and then his cock disappeared and she bit her lips again as slippery, cool lubricant was spread between her ass cheeks.

“You've never let anyone do this before, have you,” Ari said, his fingers inside her again, still gentle. Still stretching. Valentine managed to nod.

“No. Not ... not this much,” she admitted. He laughed again and his fingers were replaced with the tip of his cock.

“Such a good girl, Saint Valentine,” he said. “Just needed someone to take care of her.”

Fuck biting her lips – Valentine practically sucked a yard of the top sheet into her mouth and bit down as he pushed his cock inside her ass. She groaned deep in her throat, refusing to cry or scream.

“You have no idea,” Ari whispered, his hands back on her ass, massaging her again. “How good this feels. I own every part of you now, Valentine. Every. Single. Part.”

Was it true? It couldn't be true. She panted heavily through her nose and cursed herself as a single tear slipped free. He was just so big, and she hadn't exactly been mentally prepared for losing her anal virginity.

Still, virgin or no, he didn't own every part of her. Not now. Or at least, not yet.

... does he?

When he bottomed out, he was kind enough to give her a minute or two to adjust to his size. When her panting relaxed to just heavy breathing, he pulled out. Slowly, oh so slowly, pausing at the cap of his erection. When he pushed back in, she started panting again, but he'd apparently spent all his patience. He kept pushing, and when he pulled back the second time, he thrust in with a little more intensity.

Valentine had never been fucked in the ass before – she'd had boyfriends who'd wanted to, but she'd never allowed anything more than a finger or two. A slim vibrator once. She'd always figured it just wouldn't be her thing. And yet here she was, biting down on a blanket, sweat pouring down her body, as Ari Sharapov practically ripped her in half.

How can it feel so uncomfortable and so good at the same time?

“Valentine,” he hissed her name. “You're awfully quiet.” She couldn't answer him, she was still sucking on Egyptian cotton. But she did nod her head. “What, I'm suddenly fucking a mime? You answer me when I speak to you.”

His hand was suddenly in her hair, jerking her away from the mattress. Again, she was painfully reminded of the fact that her hands were cuffed to the headboard – she cried out as her wrists burned and her shoulders ached.

“I ...” she couldn't form coherent thoughts. “You ... fucking christ, Ari, I can't. It's too much.”

But it wasn't too much for him. He was now fucking her with gusto, his thighs slapping against the back of hers, his cock filling her and stretching her in ways she'd never felt before. Never imagined. He pulled even harder on her hair, forcing her to stare up at the ceiling.

“It's never enough,” he growled. “Fucking hell, Val, your ass ... I wish you could feel this. So tight. So good. I haven't even come yet, and I can't wait to fuck it again.”

Something was happening. His words, his touch, how full she felt – her orgasm was growing again, that familiar tingle starting at the base of her spine. She shuddered and gasped at the sensation.

“Oh my god,” she whispered. “Ari ... Ari, I think ... I think I'm gonna ... I think I need ...”

He let got of her hair and she collapsed on the bed,