Page 62 of Dark Side of the Cloth (The Righteous 1)
“Oh, you are a naughty girl. Tell me what you want.” Dean cracked her ass again.
She yelped and then groaned as the heat spread once more to between her legs. This time, she didn’t move away from his grip and earned an approving moan from the man behind her.
“Fuck me, Sir, fuck me hard with that big cock.” She shocked herself with her suddenly dirty mouth.
She felt like burying her face in the pillow, she was so mortified, but as horrified as she might feel, she’d said the magic words.
There was no hesitation and no warning as he spread her open and slammed himself fully into her wanton pussy. The odd mix of pleasure and pain at being spread so quickly and filled so full made her crave more.
“Fuck!” She arched her back as he held still.
Daring to glance back, she saw Dean had his head back and his eyes closed as he held himself inside of her. If she hadn’t been filled with his huge cock, she would’ve said he was praying or was he? She clenched her muscles tight around the large intrusion. Dean’s forearms flexed, and his fingers dug in a little harder into her ass.
“Oh sweet, sweet Yasmine.”
Those penetrating eyes locked with hers. He slowly pulled himself out and then slammed home once more. Again the pain was sharp, but the pleasure equally so, and she moaned as he repeated the motion. Over and over, he thrust into her wet heat, slow and steady, and then he picked up the pace. The only sound other than the rain pelting the window was the slapping of their bodies coming together.
“You are as sweet as any forbidden fruit,” Dean groaned.
Yasmine cried out as her body spasmed in his hold as she once more was pushed over that beautiful edge to bliss. The force of her climax was so strong that Dean groaned and swore as her body froze as her walls squeezed around his pulsing cock. The delicious sounds of sex became louder as her wetness ran down her thighs, and he still was relentless with his thrusts.
Dean used his hand and wiped at her legs. She wasn’t sure what he was doing until he wiped her slick juices over her tight rosebud. She wanted to tell him to stop as a trickle of fear surfaced, but he was too fast, and she was too late, as one of his fingers slid home. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream at the foreign intrusion.
“Such a tight little ass. Is this a virgin hole?”
Dean wiggled his finger, and the unusual pressure slowly morphed into something much more pleasant. He stopped thrusting, holding himself so just the head of that large cock was still in her body as he waited for her to respond.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. From now on, this is my hole and only my hole. You will never give this hole to anyone else, no matter how much you crave to have your tight ass fucked. Do you understand?”
Dean moved the digit around, and she dropped her head as the strange new desire burned in her body.
“Yes, Sir,” Yasmine moaned out.
“On second thought, from this moment on, all your holes belong to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir!” she said with conviction. Yasmine couldn’t think of anything better than to have him do this to her multiple times a day.
“I’m going to fuck this tight hole later, but right now, I want you to ride me.”
He slipped from her body, and her pussy pulsed with the loss of his presence. She reached between her legs and rubbed at her clit, desperate to find that release once more. Dean grabbed her hand and shook his head no. She couldn’t help the small pout that formed on her lips.
“Get on me. Only then can you come.”
Dean sprawled out on her bed, and she took a moment to appreciate the sexy specimen that he was. Long, lean, defined legs and a waist slowly V’d up into hard abs, a muscled chest and shoulders. She took a moment to trace the cross tattooed on his peck, admiring the intricate lines. Thorns on his arms and on the other side of his chest, proudly announcing that he’d once been a whole lot more than a priest. Yasmine crawled up his body and had to spread her legs wide to straddle him. Dean held his cock straight up. It was shiny with her fluids, the end seeping with his own excitement, and she wanted to taste it. She’d dreamed of having his cock in her mouth.
“May I suck you first, Sir?”
“You want to taste yourself on my cock, do you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, but don’t you dare touch that needy pussy of yours.”
Yasmine nodded, her eyes glued to the straining shaft that seemed to be staring up at her. The head was so dark it was a shade of purple and looked angry as it wept. Glistening pre-cum ran down the sides like a miniature volcano, and all she could picture was making that thing go off in her mouth.
Replacing his hand with hers, she was astonished by the weight and girth. Unable to wrap her hand around his shaft, she marveled that it fit inside her. Sticking her tongue out, she tasted his salty flavor. She moaned, her eyes closing as she swallowed him down. How could something that had tasted so terrible with other men taste so delicious coming from him?
