Page 85 of Firethorne
I never expected to feel so sensitive back there, and I never expected to want more and more of what he was doing.
“That’s it,” he praised as I let out a sound like a kitten mewling. “Relax for me. Let me take care of you back here.”
His tongue was inside me, his fingers pulling at my ass cheeks, opening me up, and I couldn’t stop my fingers from reaching for my clit and stroking, forcing the orgasm that was cresting to burst free. Within seconds my orgasm hit hard, tearing me apart as I came in my pussy and my ass.
Mind.
Fucking.
Blown.
“That’s it,” he rasped as he licked and sucked me. “Good girl. That feels fucking amazing, doesn’t it?”
I couldn’t respond, but I knew the animalistic noises I was making were answer enough.
He started to push his finger into my ass as I continued to orgasm, using the wetness from my pussy and his mouth to lubricate my asshole, and then he said, “Are you ready for a little more playtime in here?”
I grunted, nodding into the pillow, unable to form a sentence, and he huffed a gentle laugh.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
I felt movement behind me, and then something cool and hard rubbed against my asshole. It wasn’t his cock, it felt like metal, and I prised my eyes open, tilting my head to look behind me.
“If I’d have known this was going to happen, I’d have come better prepared,” Damien said.
“What is that?” I asked through my sex-induced haze.
“It’s my knife.” He saw the panic on my face, and he quickly added, “I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m just gonna use the handle.The grooves in the metal and the shape are perfect for what I want to do to you. Do you trust me?” he asked, a pleading look in his eyes.
I nodded, because it was true. I did trust him.
“Good. Now let me fuck this tight little ass the way it needs to be fucked.”
I put my trust in him one hundred percent and rested my head on the pillow.
He started by rubbing the knife handle over my asshole, gently prying me open as he pushed it in, just a little, then pulled it back out again. I felt myself tense and he switched to licking me with his tongue, and then blowing as he said, “Relax. I won’t hurt you. I promise this’ll feel good. Maybe push back onto it, and it’ll go in easier.”
He gave me a few more sensual, slow licks to help me loosen up and then he tried again, sliding the handle in and out of my ass, going a little deeper each time.
I did as he said, and pushed my hips backwards, taking what he was giving me, and as the handle filled my ass, I heard him moan as he watched what he was doing.
“So fucking hot,” he gasped as he pushed the knife handle deeper, twisting it as he began to thrust harder.
The cool metal felt foreign, and it filled me so full it almost took my breath away, but I soon adjusted to the size and craved more. With each thrust, he had me rocking back onto the knife handle and moaning into the pillow.
He continued to slide the handle in and out, and then started to alternate between the handle and his fingers, stretching me and massaging my walls. Making me elicit sounds I didn’t even know I was capable of making.
“I need lube,” he suddenly rasped. “I can’t go another minute without my cock in your ass. But I can’t do it without lube.”
He threw the knife down on the bed and reached forward, grabbing something off the tray I’d brought in, and then I heard him rip the lid off the plain yoghurt.
I turned my head to watch him scoop out the yoghurt and lather it over his cock, and then he rubbed it over my already soaked asshole, smearing and pushing it inside me. He was so desperate to have me, he was ready to use anything. And knowing that made me feral for him.
“Are you ready?” he asked, the urgency evident from the need in his voice.
“Yes,” I whimpered, feeling so needy, so desperate, I was ready to beg for his cock.
He pushed himself into me just a little and stopped, letting me adjust to his size.
