Page 81 of Mafia King
“What do you want?” I ask. I know what he wants, but he has to say it.
Each of his thumbs rests on my asshole, spreading it, opening me to a new type of desire.
“I want to fuck this tight little hole.”
“You want to hurt me,” I say.
He smirks and lays his finger on my lips. I part them so he can rest it on my tongue.
“I don’t need to fuck your ass to hurt you.”
I close my lips and suck his finger.
“I need to own you. My wife. All of you.” He leans back, removing his wet finger, then presses it against my exposed rear. “Breathe.” With my inhale, he slides in to one knuckle. The sensation is so new, I buck and groan. Lightly brushing against my clit, he goes deeper. “Does this hurt?”
“It’s only a finger.”
He leans over me to open a night table drawer, plucks out a tube of lotion, and cracks it open with his teeth.
“It might hurt.” He squeezes a line of white lubricant on his hand, then between my cheeks. “For a moment.” Two fingers enter my ass with no resistance.
“Oh, my God,” I cry, then I’m utterly open-mouth speechless as he twists those fingers, removes them, and pushes in again, while using his other hand on my clit. The threat of pain hovers on the other side of the sensation, and if he doesn’t break down the door, I’m tempted to invite it in.
“Your ass is so fucking tight.”
His fingertips slide along my folds where I’m so slick I can’t tell where the pleasure in my clit begins and my stretched muscles end. I’m past shame or discomfort. I’m not worried about pain anymore. I want it.
“Take it,” I say, because I’ll say anything right now.
“Take what?”
“My asshole. Take my ass. Fuck it.” I’m so close to breaking, I’m near tears.
“Your ass is going to worship my cock, but first I want to feel how it comes.”
He flicks my clit faster. I should have come by now, but the way his fingers stretch me hold the orgasm at bay. He’s smiling. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Please. Fuck my ass so hard. Please.”
“You’re the dirtiest virgin I ever met.”
“God, yes.” I am filthy, indecent, and I’m breaking into ecstasy, asshole pulsing around his fingers to draw them deeper, blind in a pleasure more intense and a surrender more complete than I ever imagined possible.
Twisting with his touch, I’m face down when he removes his fingers and I feel something cold and wet on my ass. More lube. He pulls my hips up.
“Knees apart,” he says impatiently.
I spread them.
“Now,” he says, breathlessly rubbing the head of his cock between the cheeks. “Now you are mine.”
“I am yours.” Sliding a hand between my legs, I feel how wet I am. My body has ceded utterly. “Take me.” My whispers are heavy with want. I am so hard in love it hurts. “Take what you want.”
The last word ends in a squeak as he pushes against the tight opening.
“You are mine.” He is all muttering growl, lost in a prayer of possession. “You are mine.”
Gently, his cock breaks me open, and I feel the split like a tear in my very core.
