Page 54 of The Deal
“Good girl,” he rasps, voice hoarse. “You’re clean. Perfect. So fucking fresh with a tight asshole that was made to be fucked.”
I moan, high and broken, my thighs trembling. The words make me feel helpless and invincible at the same time.
He doesn’t stop. He pushes his tongue in, deeper and deeper, fucking my asshole with slow, deliberate thrusts. The wet heat of it is obscene, but it sends sparks all the way up my spine. I claw at the sheets, arch my back, do everything I can to get more of him inside me.
“Oooh!” I wail. “Mmm, that feels so good!”
He grins against my asshole before slipping his tongue in once more.
“I love the taste of your ass, baby, and I can tell no other man’s been in here before. I don’t taste any sperm, not one drop.”
I moan again, my face buried in the pillow because how can this be happening? How can I have my stepfather’s tongue deep in my butt, telling me that my anal canal doesn’t have sperm in it? OMG!
But Kent’s on a roll because he wants to break all the barriers tonight. He licks my asshole once more and switches to his fingers then, one first, slick with spit and the oil he keeps on the nightstand. He works it in, slow and careful, stretching me open until I can’t tell where the pain ends and the pleasure starts. I bite the pillow, trying to muffle the sounds coming out of my mouth.
“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs, and his free hand moves under me, between my legs, stroking my pussy until I’m dripping. “You want Daddy to ruin you back here?” he asks, circling his finger in my rectum.
I let out a sharp shriek. “Yes, Daddy,” I whimper, barely able to breathe. “Yes, yes, yes!”
He squeezes a second finger inside my asshole, and then a third, opening me up, working me loose until I feel empty and full at the same time. He keeps licking the area, shifting his fingers in and out a little, and every time I start to relax, he goes just a little rougher, a little deeper.
“Such a dirty little slut,” he growls. “My anal whore. My pretty blonde bitch, taking Daddy’s fingers in your tight little ass. You can’t wait to get fucked by a cock back here, can you?” The words make my cunt spasm around nothing, and I come, right there, shaking and leaking and gasping into the sheets.
“Oooh!” I cry out, my curves vibrating with ecstasy. “Mmmmm oh oh oh!”
Kent gives me only a second to catch my breath before he pulls his hand away and lines the tip of his cock up with my back pucker. He presses in, slow at first, but the burn is real, and for a second I think I’ll break. He shushes me, strokes my back, goes even slower, and I relax just enough to let him in. Inch by inch, he works his cock into my ass, stretching me more than I thought possible.
“Fuuuck,” he groans. “What a little butt slut.”
“Yes, I’m your butt slut,” I gasp. “Use my ass for your pleasure.”
He groans, and once he’s all the way inside, he stays still, one hand stroking my lower back, the other fisted in my hair. “There you go, baby,” he whispers, and the affection in his voice nearly breaks me. “You’re doing so good. So hot and needy, with your legs spread and your asshole crammed full of cock.”
He starts to move, just little thrusts at first, and every time he pulls back, I feel myself clench around him, desperate to keep him inside. The pain is fading now, replaced by a raw, molten pleasure that radiates through my whole body. He goes harder, hips slapping against my ass, the sounds loud in the quiet room.
“Mine,” he grunts. “You’re fucking mine.”
“Yours, Daddy,” I say, the words tumbling out without thinking. “No one else. Only you.”
He fucks me harder then, picking up the pace, his hand gripping my hair and yanking my head back. I cry out, but it only makes him go faster. His balls slap against my pussy, and he reaches around to rub my clit, driving me over the edge again. I come a second time, harder than before, my whole body locking up with the force of it.
“Mmm!” I scream, my pussy and ass clenching simultaneously. “Oh oh oh, yes!”
He’s losing control now, groaning with every thrust, the muscles of his arms straining as he holds me in place. “Gonna fill your ass,” he pants. “Gonna mark you so deep no one will ever touch you back here.”
“Yes, please, Daddy,” I plead, tears on my cheeks from the intensity. “I want it. I want all of it. Give it to me.”
That’s all it takes. He slams in one final time, burying his cock to the root inside my anus, and comes inside me, hot and thick and so much I can feel it leaking out around his shaft. He holds me there, pressed down into the mattress, and I feel every pulse, every shudder, every drop.
“Ohhh!” I scream again. “Mmm!”
“Fuck!” he roars. “Fuck fuck shit!”
Kent pulses and sprays into my asshole, unleashing thick ropes of creamy come deep in my rectum. I pant and shriek, my asshole clenching around his dick and milking it in violent spasms. He comes again, remarkably, a conquering roar torn from his throat almost involuntarily, filling me with a second load that spills almost immediately onto my thigh.
“Fuck!” he screams. “Oh shit, baby, your anus is too tight!”
We pulse and sway some more, before the cliff finally passes. Calm descends slowly, and we stay locked together for a long time, his cock still in my ass, his chest to my back, both of us shaking with the aftershock. When he finally pulls out, I feel empty, but in the best possible way.
