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One finger at her asshole pushed inside. It was tight, but as much as she’d been expecting pain, she felt nothing but a slow-building pressure.
“Not like I want to.” He pulled out and eased back in, rotating his finger. “Ready for second finger?”
“Yeah.”
There was pain, a slight pinch of pain as he added another finger to the first. More baby oil eased the passage and the pressure began to build again. The more he fucked and stretched her ass with the two digits, the more she began to moan and push back for more.
“Too much?”
He asked as he began slipping in a third finger, and she choked on her answer. She didn’t know what to say or think or do.
The fingers on her clit continued to manipulate, and the fingers in her ass pulled out, then sank back in with a twist. The repeated movements, first one way, then the other …
Mandi lost herself.
“You okay? Is it too much? Does it hurt?”
“No,” she choked out.
“You sure?”
He repeated the twisting motion, right then left, in then out. He tapped at the bundle of nerves between her legs until she quivered.
“I can’t, Jaz.” She thrust her backside at him. “I can’t hold on.”
“Of course you can.”
Mandi shook her head. “Please.”
“Impatient girl,” he sighed. “Only because it’s your special day.”
He stopped.
All she could feel was the heaviness of impending orgasm. The need crawling through her system. The heated anticipation of what was to come.
She turned her head and looked over her shoulder. He stood behind her, eyes closed, breathing hard. His face, a grimace of pain mixed with ecstasy as he stroked his cock. She watched as he poured baby oil in his palm and coated the crown and shaft. When he opened his eyes and stepped closer, she swallowed past the lump in her throat.
She did her best to stay focused him, but the second he started filling her ass, she gave up, closed her eyes, and moaned.
“Breathe,” he panted.
And she did. She was. She tried.
She felt the pinch the farther he pressed inside, but it wasn’t near as bad as she expected, given his size. She sent up a silent prayer of thanks for sex toys and lovers who’d enjoyed anal sex.
“Try to relax, baby.”
Yeah, okay, easy for him to say. Then … Then his finger was back on her clit, rubbing with steady, insistent pressure. She fought to concentrate on the pleasure coursing through her.
“That’s it. That’s right.”
His words sounded as though they were being uttered through cut glass. His voice was raw and jagged, rough and hot. That turned her on as much as the manipulation of her pussy.
He stopped moving. His large legs spread over hers, which were only spread as far as the chair would allow. Her arms, wrapped around the headrest again, and she was on her knees … And he was deep inside her ass. Dear. Heavens.
He kept up the play on her clit, his fingers wicked and wet and determined.
“You’re tight, hot. Damn, it feels like you’re gonna choke the hell out of my dick.”
