Page 44 of Unholy Union
As my pants grow and arousal filters my vision in a lusty haze, I’m desperate. I’m almost at the point of begging, ass wiggling.
Please let me come.
He stops playing with my pussy just a few rubs away. My clit pulses, achier than ever. I swallow down more air and focus on my breathing.
He’s squirting more lube. The plastic bottle crinkles, more of it drizzled on my ass. But he’s poured it on himself as well, stroking his dick as he lines himself up behind me.
I don’t even need to turn around to know this—I can sense his movements, feel the mattress sink with his added weight and how his broader body frames itself on its knees behind mine.
“Thiswillbe a tight fit, principessa,” he warns, gripping my thighs and spreading me wide. He pushes me all the way back down, a firm hand on the center of my spine. “If you had behaved yourself, maybe we could’ve worked up to this more. But you chose to be the bad girl and now you face the consequences.”
My eyes screw shut and a moan traps itself in my throat as he rubs his dick against the seam of my swollen pussy lips. He pushes into me shallowly, slicking himself more with my natural juices, doing this a few times before pulling out altogether.
Tension gathers in every muscle in my body as I wait for it.
For his dick to breach methere.
“Stay still,” he commands. “Stay calm. The better you behave, the easier this goes for you.”
I bite down on my lip as I feel the sting of his cock pushing at my entrance. The air in my lungs vanishes all over again as I bury my face into the duvet and process the fact that Cato’s cock is penetrating my ass.
He encounters resistance, the tight ring of muscle not giving way easily. But he remains patient, holding me still and squirting even more lube over us. We’re so slick and slippery that I feel it trickling down the back of my thighs; it slides toward my pussy and mixes with my natural arousal.
We’ve already made such a mess and we’re only getting started.
I’m as calm as I can be all things considered, silencing the panic pounding inside my heart. I have no other choice as the burning sting sharpens in my already sore ass.
Cato’s head finally makes its way in, pushing through the tight ring. He stops there for a moment, his palms stroking my ass cheeks and thighs.
“How does that feel, principessa?” he asks. “How does it feel to have my cock in your ass? Are you ready to admit you were wrong for disobeying me?”
I grit my teeth, nails biting into my palm.
But I don’t say a fucking word. I don’t utter a peep. Because I’d rather suffer in silence and secretly hate every minute I do end up enjoying thaneveradmit to Cato Valente I was wrong.
I’d rather die than do that.
He rasps out a throaty laugh as if he recognizes this; he knows exactly what’s on my mind and how I’m being defiant.
Then he grabs my hip and jerks against me. Another stinging flash of pain lights me up from the inside. He’s pushed another inch of himself into me, doing it less gently than he had initially.
“What was that, principessa?” he taunts. “Are youstillmisbehaving? Suit yourself.”
I arch my spine as I scream his name. My tight channel is forcefully spread open. Cato pushes even deeper inside, slicking in another couple inches.
I’m burning up, skin warm and sheened with perspiration. My heart has never pounded so fast, and I’ve dug my nails so hard into my palms I’ve probably cut crescent moon shapes into them.
It’s pure hell that has me panting and vowing I’ll make the man I’ve married suffer someday for everything he and his family have done to me and mine.
But Cato’s enjoying himself—he groans as he slides into my ass and tells me how good I feel like this. He reaches under me and starts rubbing my clit again, immediately igniting those tiny sparks of pleasure I had relied on only minutes ago.
Suddenly the hot flush on my skin spreads, crossing back over toward pleasure.
“Is this pussy jealous?” he asks. “Don’t worry. I’ll fuck you everywhere. Every hole you have, any time I want. Because what’s yours is mine. Your entire body is mine to have.”
I keep my eyes closed, lips pressed tight, shutting myself up. No matter how good it feels, no matter how much I love his fingers on my pussy, I fight against letting him know.
“You’ve taken half of me,” he says. “You’re opening right up. Let’s see how much more you can take.”
