Page 42 of Midnight Dissonance

“Yeah, I’m gonna take this ass. And then you’re mine, lass. No going back.”

“Please,” she wailed.

“Almost. Just give me a little more. You’re being such a good girl, taking my fingers in your ass,” he murmured, adding a second digit, stretching her channel.

And she opened for him, trust written into every line of her body. She knew he would get her where she wanted to go. Her faith in him spun his head and touched his heart, the part of him he believed had died with his divorce.

But Lexi proved with every new faucet revealed just how different she was from all the rest.

“Please, Sir, please let me come,” she sobbed, her hands still working her tits. Her nipples were stiff and red from her attention.

In response, he latched his mouth around her clit, sucking hard on the bud while his fingers pumped in her ass. He added a third finger, ensuring she could take his girth. And her moans increased until she was wailing.

“Oh god, Sir,” she screamed. Her body jerked, her hips bucking against his hold as she came, clenching on his fingers.

And that’s when he knew it was time.

He didn’t give her body time to come down. He lifted her off the island and lowered her to the floor on her hands and knees. He needed to be inside her ass too damn badly to wait. And he spied a jar of Crisco by the stove.

Grabbing it, he knelt behind her and scooped out a dollop. He smeared some over his dick and her rosette. Setting the jar aside, he wiped his hand on a towel and then fit his crown at her opening.

She lowered her head, tilting her hips up further, granting him access.

“Deep breaths for me, lass.” And he slowly fed his cock into her ass. He groaned when her ass clenched around the head.

“Play with your clit for me,” he demanded.

And fed another inch inside. He thrust slowly, watching his cock disappear into her ass, deeper and deeper until he bottomed out.

And then he held still, giving her body time to adjust to the fullness. And gave himself a moment to gather his control.

“Sir.” She wriggled, rocking her hips and trying to get him to move.

He smacked her ass cheek, and she clenched around him. “Now you’re mine. Every part of you.”

He shuttled his length, taking it slow, holding back even though he wanted to let loose, wanting to draw her pleasure out as long as he could.

Holding her hips steady, he slammed his cock in her ass. She moaned. He did it again, wanting to imprint himself on her body. He might not have been her first, but he was going to be her last. She was his now and forevermore.

Because he was done fighting her pull. She was the proverbial flame, and he was the moth who couldn’t stay away.

She whimpered, “More.”

He smacked her rump. “More what?”

“Please, Sir, fuck my ass hard and fast. Make me come.”

He grunted. And his thrusts went from zero to sixty in two-point-five seconds. “You going to come on this cock?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s right. You only get to come on my cock, my fingers, or my mouth. No more playing with your pussy. From now on, if you want a climax, you come to me.”

He leaned over her back and wrapped a hand around her throat, driving deep inside her ass. “Say it.”

“I’ll only come with you.”

“That’s right. Because you’re mine.” He nipped her ear. “And I’m yours.”

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