Page 54 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

My fingers twist in the sheets. I gasp when he pushes his thumb in slightly. “Yes… My fingers.”

“Plural?” he groans.

“Yes.”

His long pause unnerves me.

“Show me, little slave.”

My eyes fly open when his warm breath blows on my pussy. The stolen orgasm demands to be freed, and I don’t hesitate before reaching between my thighs. My lips part on a low moan when the pad of my fingers come in contact with my clit.

“Yes, good little girl,” he rasps when I use my wetness to lube my asshole. “Show me how you touched your virgin ass with thoughts of me.”

I push a finger in my empty pussy first and ask him in a filthy purr, “Please spit on my asshole, King.”

“Push another finger in your cunt first,” he growls. “I know it can take more. Fill it, stretch it, and fuck until I hear your pussy make a noise.”

Oh fuck! That crude mouth of his was the one thing missing from my fantasies.

Thrusting another finger in, I scissor myself.

“Stretch your hole. Let me see in.”

I try, but it burns. “It hurts.”

“My cock will hurt worse.” His tone is threatening and I believe it. “Hook another finger in your cunt and open for me, slave. I’m not putting my dick inside until I see that pretty pink slit widen.”

My orgasm teeters on the precipice.

“Don’t you dare come.”

Biting my lip, I reach back with my other arm and hook two fingers in my hole and pull. Gasping, I stretch myself open, submitting to his lewd desire.

“More.” Awe and darkness drip from his voice.

Tasting saltiness on my tongue, I push my own limits.

“Fuck, Twinkle.” I cry out when he shoves two of his fingers—thicker and longer than mine—inside my wet channel. I’ve never felt so full and stretched. He gives shallow thrusts, reveling in my torment. “Beautiful.”

More wetness floods and leaks from my pussy when he removes his knuckles with a wet pop. I moan loudly when he finally shows mercy and spits on my gaping hole, before repeating the action on my asshole.

Rubbing his saliva over the puckered skin, I succumb to the sensations I know all too well. The utter taboo and debauched feel of it.

Kingston has gone quiet behind me, but I can hear his harsh breathing.

His warm breath blowing on my clit.

He curses, the expletives rolling off his tongue like a waterfall, when I arch my hips and thrust my slim finger in to the knuckle. I push in and out until I form a rhythm. My pleasured moan rising in pitch.

Rolling and thrusting back, I plunge another finger and fuck my ass.

“Harder, you horny little fuck.”

“King.”

“You’re going to clean the mess you’re making of these sheets after you’ve come for me, slave,” he rasps. “So noisy. Soon you’ll take your Master’s fat cock up that ass.”

“Ahhh!” Sharp canines bite down on my flesh.

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