But she was, and she was glorying in it, she realized distantly. Her thighs were spread for him, her hands gripping his head, holding him to her as he devoured her with lustful greed.
His hands were just as busy as his lips, and he was proving the rumor that he was definitely an ass man where a woman was concerned. His fingers were caressing from her pu**y to the small entrance of her anus. And though Marey had been certain that particular fetish wouldn’t infect her as it had her friends, as his fingers massaged, caressed, pressed, she found her curiosity and arousal heightening.
His mouth kept her pu**y from missing the touch of his fingers, allowing his fingers to spread the slick cream that wept from her vagina back to the small entrance to lubricate and prepare it for the gentle impalement of his finger.
“Sax…” She was panting with the pleasure, unable to focus, no longer able to think. She could only cry out his name, lifting for him, poised on an edge of sensation she was certain would destroy her.
“There, baby,” he crooned against her pu**y, his voice vibrating against her clit. “Just enjoy. Let me show you good it can feel.”
Another finger joined the first. She wasn’t certain if her strangled cry was one of protest or encouragement, but she knew the slow, even thrusts of his fingers inside her—first one, then two—were pushing her past any boundaries she could have conceived.
He moved, shifted as his tongue dipped into the opening of her vagina, tracing the entrance, flickering over the sensitive tissue as he licked at the juices easing past it. She was so wet, so hot, it should have been humiliating.
Her eyes widened in shock as she felt his finger move back, felt the tip of another joining it. Cool, slick gel eased his fingers inside her, assuring her he was more than prepared for whatever his desires were that morning. Desires that were quickly becoming her own.
He prepared her slowly, easily, keeping her poised on pleasure so intense she was certain flames were going to begin rolling over her. Perspiration dampened her skin, fingers of heat ran over her repeatedly as the band of intensity tightened in her womb and the stretching fire increased in her rear. Fire that burned with a pleasure so mind-consuming there wasn’t a chance of denying it. So soul-destroying that when he rose to his feet, releasing the straining length of his c**k and pushing the waistband of his slacks around his thighs, she never thought to protest, never thought to consider that she was crossing a line she might never be able to return from.
“This is what you’re denying yourself, Marey. Only a part of what you’re denying us both.”
He pressed the head of his c**k against the stretched opening of her anus, lifting her to him, his hands spreading the cheeks of her bu**ocks apart as she felt the thick crest begin to penetrate the little opening.
Pleasure and pain collided as his gaze caught and held hers. She felt him enter her slowly, unbearably slowly, stretching her impossibly, sending her senses screaming with the conflicting sensations.
She had never believed that line between pleasure and pain would tempt her, would draw her to the extent that nothing mattered except pushing that boundary further.
“Breathe, baby,” he whispered. “Deep breaths. Close your eyes and press out for me. Let your body milk me in, don’t force it.”
Her head thrashed on the table.
It was decadent. Splayed out on her breakfast table, Sax’s c**k slowly filling her ass as she stared back at him beseechingly. Her most perverted, most depraved fantasies were being played out, stripping her of control, leaving her pliable, willing, eagerly embracing the broad erection impaling her.
“Good girl,” he crooned, his face twisted into a mask of pleasure. “You’re so f**king tight, Marey. It’s like being consumed by flames.”
She was the one being consumed. Inch by inch as he worked his c**k inside her, filling her, stretching her until he sank in to the hilt.
She couldn’t breathe. She could feel the muscles of her anus convulsing, flexing and rippling around the length of flesh filling her. It was more pleasure than she could have envisioned. Deeper, more intense than the vibrators or plugs she had used there.
“Think of this, Marey,” he growled as he began to move, holding her to him, sending her senses careening as he began to f**k her slow and deep. “Think of this, baby, the next time you’re telling me I’m chasing a woman who doesn’t want me.”
She screamed as his movements began to quicken, one hand moving from her bu**ocks, his fingers going to her aching, empty pu**y. Two fingers pressed inside, moving in tandem to his thrusts up her ass as reality began dissolve. The world centered on the dual penetration. His fingers moving inside the ultra-tight depths of her pu**y, his c**k f**king her ass with long, smooth strokes that steadily quickened, grew harder, more intense.
She writhed beneath him, straining toward release, begging for it, pleading as her body tightened to what she was certain was a breaking point.
“Now, Marey.” His voice was strained, rough as she felt his c**k flex and throb inside the sensitive channel.
His fingers moved faster inside her pu**y, his thumb moving to her clit, stroking it, pushing her higher, higher…
She screamed as she fell over the edge of oblivion. Ecstasy washed through her body, burned along her nerve endings, sending her flying into rapture as she felt him explode, the heat of his se**n filling her as he thrust in hard and deep one last time, groaning fiercely as he came inside the hot depths of her ass.
She settled down to earth long moments later, her eyes opening as he slowly withdrew from her. She watched as he fixed his slacks then reached to the counter to tear a handful of soft paper towels from their holder.
He cleaned her gently, watching her with those chocolate eyes that seemed to see clear to her soul.
“You can’t turn back,” he told her as he eased her up, holding her steady as she stood naked before him, fighting to find reality once again. “I won’t let you.”
“No matter how much it hurts me?” she asked him then, her voice hoarse, filling with tears as realization began to wash over her. “Does that matter, Sax? Does it matter at all how much it’s going to hurt me?”
Chapter Two