Page 59 of Ruthless King (Mount Trilogy 1)
“You can pretend you don’t like it, but you love how I play with this tight virgin asshole as much as you loved the way I fucked you on the table last night.”
I can’t deny it. I’ve reached the point where words aren’t an option, and if I open my mouth, the only thing that’s going to come out is a moan. Besides, if he can make it not hurt when he pushes that plug into my ass, I’m not going to argue. I have retained some small sense of self-preservation.
He switches hands, reaching between my legs to press a long, thick finger into my pussy, fucking it in and out until I’m writhing against him.
He tries a second finger, but the tight channel resists before they both slide in. “It’s hard to believe my fat cock fits in this tight little cunt.”
I lose track of time as he lazily finger-fucks me and teases my clit. I’m a slave to his deep voice telling me all the dirty things he wants to do to me, and the pleasure he delivers as he does it.
“You’re lucky I don’t care that you’re creaming all over my pants. You’re making a mess, Keira.” He lowers his head to speak directly into my ear. “Actually, I fucking love it.”
I’m beyond the point of shame. I’m as much a willing party to everything that’s happening right now as I have been to anything in my life. I want to come so badly that I’ve lost sight of everything but the goal.
“Please.” It’s a whisper, and at first I don’t realize it’s coming from me.
“That word on your lips.” He presses hard on my clit before pushing two fingers inside me again. “It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard you say. Except maybe the way you moaned as your pussy clamped down on my cock as you came last night.”
His hand never leaves my center, teasing my entrance and my clit and pushing inside until I’m ready to beg again—but that’s when something cool drizzles down my crack and I tense.
“Shhh. It’s just lube. I’m going to finger your virgin asshole next, and you’re going to love it as much as when I do this.” He presses down on my clit, triggering the orgasm that’s been building inside me since he started this dangerous game.
Waves of ecstasy wash over me as Mount circles my asshole, adding more pressure with each motion, but he never stops strumming my clit. My brain is divided, unable to keep up with the pleasure and fear at the same time.
“Let me in, Keira. Give me this ass.”
Another orgasm builds and when I relax, he breaches the tight ring of muscle with his fingertip. It feels massive. Nerve endings that I never knew existed spring to life, and I stiffen again, pushing him out.
“Don’t you fucking keep me out of your ass. I own it, I will fuck it, and goddammit, you will let me in.”
My second orgasm bursts through me, and his finger pushes all the way inside the virgin hole he’s already claimed as his. I’m still riding the waves of pleasure as he pushes it in and out, and I writhe against him, not sure if I’m chasing the pressure against my clit or my ass. Honestly, I don’t want to know.
When he pulls his finger free, the fabric of his suit coat brushes over my ass. I know he’s reaching for the plug on the table, and once again, I freeze.
“You can take it, Keira. It’s nowhere near as thick as my cock, and barely thicker than my finger. And not only can you take this plug, you’re going to love having your ass filled until I tell you to take it out.”
I don’t want to believe his words, but the dark seduction in them is more than I can handle. His right hand resumes its teasing of my pussy and clit as he presses the end of the plug against my tightest hole.
“You’re about to learn what it feels like to have both holes filled at the same time.” He slides a finger into my pussy, and the plug fights the resistance of my muscle for a single moment before it slips into my ass and I’m full.
I’m barely starting to adjust to the feeling when Mount’s palm connects with my clit with a sharp slap. My back arches as I scream—not in pain, but in mind-bending pleasure.
Mount leans over my prone body, his finger still circling my sensitive clit. “That’s your punishment for getting yourself off when I told you not to.”
When he says it, I realize I screamed his last name, just like he told me I would. I want to hate myself and him for it, but his hands are too busy. One circles my clit while the other puts pressure on the base of the plug. My thighs, now coated in my own wetness, squeeze together as another orgasm bears down on me. He stills before it bursts over me.
“You don’t want to know what the penalty is for taking this out before I tell you to, do you, Keira?”
Keira
I’m a mess by the time Mount drags the thong back up my legs and maneuvers it into place, making sure to press against the base of the plug again, sending aftershocks through me. Literally, figuratively, and any other possible way you can conceive.
He lifts me off his lap as though I weigh nothing and stands me on my feet, keeping a grip on one hip as the hem of the dress falls back into place. As soon as I’m upright, I remember the whole reason for this exercise.
“Shit! I’m going to be late.” I bolt toward the door, but Mount’s deep voice stops me.
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nbsp; “You have plenty of time. Your meeting doesn’t start for another hour.”
