Page 51 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts

Panic shot through me, and I blurted, “Your fingers up my ass.”

“They’re not as big as my dick. You just told me how huge it is. Are you ready for it?”

“Yes, but make me come first. Keep rubbing my?—”

“There you go.”

He withdrew his fingers, and the emptiness made me moan. Without saying anything, he pulled my butt cheeks apart. His whiskers burned as they scraped against one of the cheeks, and then something flickered over my hole. “Fuck!”

“Easy,” he mumbled. His warm breath caressed my opening. “Gonna eat your ass, baby. Enjoy.”

I was a blubbering mess in no time, whining and crying out as he licked and sucked my most private place. The pleasure was overpowering, and he worked me until all I could do was beg again. “Please don’t stop.”

He chuckled, pulling his mouth away from my hole. “I think you’re saying you like it.”

“Oui.More.”

His whiskers brushed my flesh again, and he spat on my hole, rubbed his saliva around with a blunt fingertip, and stuck his tongue inside me.

“Jesus!” I cried. “Yes!”

While he tongue-fucked me, any sense of time faded away as I retreated into ecstasy. When he eventually stopped and crawled up the bed, I turned onto my side.

“You liked that, eh?” he asked. “My dirty Pip.”

“It was amazing. The nastiest thing anyone’s ever done to me, and it felt fucking fantastic.”

“You like it nasty.”

“Hell yes, I do.”

“I likeyounasty.” His eyes darkened as he ran a hand across my hip, then dipped down until he brushed across my straining cock. “Can I fuck you now? I can’t wait any longer.”

The rat-a-tat-tat of my heart was largely from excitement, but I couldn’t deny there was trepidation as well. “How do you want me?”

Squeezing my cock, he smiled again. “That’s up to you.”

Since I’d never been fucked, I had no idea which way would be easiest. “On my back so I can see your eyes.”

His smile broadened as he gave me a few jerks. “I’ll plow your hockey butt until you can’t even remember your name.”

“Please.” Heart hammering, I was too strung out with need and nerves to say more.

He snickered. “I’ll pound you so hard you won’t remember how to beg anymore.”

The banter was hot as hell, but anxiety was rising alongside my need. “Do it then. I want you inside me.”

He moved, and after I flipped onto my back, he arranged the pillow under my hips again. “You’re still okay with not using a condom?” he asked.

“Yes. Only want to feel you.”

Nodding, he pumped lube onto his fingers and swiped it around his dick. His cock was so thick it looked like an overstuffed sausage, with distended veins crisscrossing the surface like a complicated road map. After putting on a show playing with himself, he said, “Raise your legs. You can put them on my shoulders in a minute.”

I lifted them into the air, feeling shamefully exposed as he looked me over. He crawled between my legs on his knees, and I gasped as he spread more cold lube over my hole. A twinge of unease flittered through me as he stuck a finger inside to grease me there. He’d had his tongue up my ass, so I shouldn’t have felt so self-conscious, but I was vulnerable in other ways. I was about to give myself up to a man, let him shove his dick inside me.

After tossing the lube aside, Sven smiled. “Put your legs on my shoulders.” I did, and he looked into my eyes. “I’ll be as gentle as I can, but if you need to slow down or stop, tell me.”

I nodded.

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