Page 162 of Inside the Wicked

“Relax, little bird.”

He thrusts slow as he works his finger at that same pace. I start getting the sense he’s restraining himself from unleashing what he wants to unleash on me. I listen to him, easing down onto my forearms.

“Fuuuuck,” he growls. “I’m going to add another. You’re made for me, baby. Take all of me.”

I want to please him, and I want this. It’s been on my mind several times, and he’s done this before, but we’ve not been all the way to having his cock in my ass, and I know that’s where we’re heading.

“Such a good, good girl,” he says as my back curves, and I feel so deliriously full with his cock and fingers.

Pleasure starts to build rapidly, and I push back, chasing the orgasm.

“Come on my fingers and my cock,” he demands, picking up pace. I’m surprised when my release soars without him needing to touch my clit.

I cry out with the pleasure rocking through me, unlike any other orgasm. So full. So, so full, and I don’t want him to stop as I tremble against the cool tile floor.

I vaguely hear the cap of the lubricant again, but I feel it drip over my ass.

“I don’t know if I can,” I say. The thought starts to creep through me with doubt when it’s more than two fingers.

“I think you can,” he murmurs over my shoulder.

Buzzing fills my ears, and I barely register the toy until I jolt forward at the sensation of it against my overstimulated clit.

“Rhett,” I whimper. God, it’s both a torture I need a break from and a bliss I don’t want to stop for a second.

He slides over my apex. Back and forth. Until the sensitivity starts to subside form my last orgasm and I’m ready to start chasing another. Then I feel his cock teasing my ass.

“Keep relaxed for me. Let me in, baby.”

Shit,I want him to fuck me there so badly it feels both wrong and so right.

His head pushes in, and I breathe out. The sensations of the vibrator and his breach are dizzying. I want so much more, but my mind is spinning.

“So tight,” Rhett says, his voice strained.

I know he wants to drive into me and fuck my ass senseless, but he’s being patient for me. I focus on the vibrations and on my next inhale as I push back deeply.

“Fucking hell.”Rhett’s breath blows down my spine. “Easy, little bird. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Please fuck my ass, Rhett.”

His fingers tighten on my hip. “You’re going to make me explode with that demand alone.”

The burn is lessening, and the stimulation against my clit is already building my next orgasm. Rhett pulls out then back in. The next time he does, he pauses.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“The sight of my cock buried in your ass is about to make me come. Give me a damn second for sanity.”

“I feel so full,” I moan, laying my cheek against the tile.

“Good though?”

“Yes,very.”

“You never cease to amaze me.” He leans over to kiss my neck, then my cheek, then my ear.

“Please,” I whisper, needing him to move.

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