Page 53 of After Our Kiss

She hadn't stopped staring at my thick dick. “I'm not... Conway, that won't fit.”

Her fear lit me up. “It will. They were made for each other.”

Crouching behind her, I squeezed her ass-cheeks. Georgia obediently watched herself in the video. In it, she was kneeling on the floor, drooling as I made her orgasm with the vibrator. It had been her first session with me.

Had it made her understand what I was capable of?

My thumb scraped over her crinkled entrance. Reaching beneath, I lifted her hips higher. I wanted access to her clit. Perfectly in sync, I rubbed both it and her asshole. “Fuck, you love that,” I noted as she rocked against me.

Pushing my thumb into her ass, plunging in and out, I made circles. She was panting like an animal. I kept pushing, working her ring of muscle until I finally slid my finger out.

Her asshole gaped in front of me. She mewled for more, the thrill of her arousal making me feel drunk. “You're desperate to be filled,” I said, almost in amazement. Somewhere between being forced to do this and agreeing to go along with it all in the name of the greater good, we'd both gotten lost.

I wanted this.

And she wanted it even more.

Running my palm along my shaft, I gripped her ass-cheek for leverage. I soaked my cock in more lube, jerking myself in fast strokes. I was losing control but I kept up my facade. I was strong enough to take her in any hole, any way that I wanted, without her say so.

But this wasn't about force.

I needed her tocravemy cock. Georgia had to become the perfect slut for me and me alone.No, for my father.Right. It was easy to forget when I had her silky skin pressing against my own.

“Conway,” she whimpered. My name on her lips was addictive. I wanted to slice open my veins and pour her voice straight in. “Please, fuck me, I'm ready.”

“Are you?” Grinding her clit with my fingers, I bent near her ear. I was pushing the tip of my cock against her asshole, the pressure solid. Impending. Unstoppable. “Beg me to fuck you in the ass, Georgia. Say you're my little anal princess.”

Sweat made her perfect skin shine like diamonds. She pushed back, trying to get me inside of her. “I can't! That's so dirty.”

“Say it,” I breathed, my fingers vanishing from her swollen labia. “Or you won't come at all.”

Georgia shivered. That sensation transferred through her skin and right into my cock; my balls flexed. “I'm your anal princess. I'm your cock slut. I'm whatever you need me to be, Conway, just fuck me. I'm going crazy, I can't... fuck, I want tocome.”

My eyes rolled in my skull. I was one big rush of pleasure. Clenching her hips with both hands, I guided my thick cock-head into her asshole. Under me she moaned, the noise mixing with her moans in the video.

It was a crescendo in my skull. It was the closest I'd ever get to heaven.

“Yes,”I panted. Deeper I sank, wedging my cock inside of her. The muscles in her ass suffocated my shaft. It made me dizzy, my vision swimming as I grasped what control I still had. I was close to giving up and slamming into her balls deep. She feltso damn good.

Amazingly, she closed the gap first, thrusting herself backwards. Georgia fucked herself on my rigid length with her face buried in her arms on the bed. Ravenous to feel her come while my cock was in her ass, I tweaked her clit.

I'd hardly touched her and she started to squeal. Every cell in her body flared, her skin pink and her lips curling over her teeth. She was so beautiful when she came.

Her walls milked me, tighter than her pussy could have. The sensation of her asshole fluttering over my cock was my doom. Squeezing her middle, I fucked her for a handful of solid strokes. “You're mine,” I whispered, not caring if she heard. If she even understood how much I longed for her. “I love the way you come for me. I love how your clit cries out for me. And I...” I went so quiet the camera wouldn't pick it up. “I love you.”

There was a hiccup in her moans; she looked over her shoulder at me. Then she looked at the camera in the corner. My smile was sharp. Was she scared for me, or did she trust that I knew what I could get away with?

Throwing my head back, I packed her asshole with rope after rope of my thick come. Hot tingles kept me thrusting, enduring the hypersensitivity.

We clung together on the bed long after the tablet had stopped playing the video. With a raspy hiss, I slid myself out of her. I walked over to turn off the video camera. A whip-crack of guilt erupted inside of me. If you removed all the trappings (the tablet, the toys, the depressing room) you could almost pretend Georgia and I were simple lovers - a couple having normal, sweaty fun.

I turned to face her. She saw the camera was off, and right away, her body relaxed. That, too, cut me painfully. “Are you alright?” I asked, handing her what she needed to clean up.

“Yes,” she said, her lips quirking. “I've never done that before. It was—I really liked it. Is that wrong?” she asked, suddenly acting shy.

My spent cock swelled for her like magic. “Not wrong at all.” Standing beside her, I ran my fingers in her hair. “It's incredibly hot. Almost like you...”Like you actually want this part of me.

Fuck. Why, after she'd learned so much, did things manage to feel more complicated? Redressing hurriedly, I hoisted up my bag. “I'll be back,” I said. Stepping into the hall, I breathed deeply of the air that wasn't infected by her. I just needed a moment...a tiny break away from—her, from all of this.

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