Page 108 of Faking All the Way
Kat’s muffled noises are absorbed by the gag, keeping us quiet even though I can hear the neediness in them. She arches her back as her body opens for me bit by bit.
Finally, after what feels like forever, I’m fully seated inside her, buried to the hilt in her ass.
We both go still, panting hard. The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt, almost too much. She’s so tight around me that I can feel every flutter of her muscles, every small adjustment her body makes.
I lean over her, pressing my chest against her back. “I’ve never felt anything this good,” I breathe. “I wish you could see what I see, bright eyes. Your ass is pure sin.”
She whimpers around the gag, her hips shifting slightly.
Rather than moving yet, I reach around to work her clit again, getting her more worked up, building her pleasure. My fingers circle and stroke, finding the rhythm I know she likes before I finally begin to move in slow, controlled thrusts.
“I’m not gonna last long,” I admit in a strained voice. “Your ass is choking my cock. So damn tight, like a vise. I can barely move.”
She nods, as if she’s almost as far gone as I am, and my thrusts start to build despite my attempts to stay controlled. Both of us are moving more wildly, pushing toward the edge. She shudders against the hay bale, muffled sounds escaping around the gag as she gets close.
I’m close too, embarrassingly close already. But I grit my teeth, holding back, wanting her to come first.
Trying to tune in to the music downstairs, I shift my focus a little to pay attention to the song. If I’m right about this particular carol, they’re nearing the crescendo at the end.
“Wait,” I whisper in Kat’s ear as our bodies move together. “Not yet. Hold on for me. Not yet.”
She makes a desperate sound, her legs shaking, her heart pounding against my chest.
Then the music swells at the climax of the carol, the singers hitting their highest notes. The sound fills the barn.
“Now,” I growl. “Let go now. Come for me.”
Her ass pulses rhythmically around me, clenching so hard it makes me grunt softly. Muffled cries get caught up in the panties in her mouth, absorbed by the fabric as her orgasm sweeps her away. I thrust hard a few more times, burying myself as deep as I can go. Then I come hard too, harder than I think I ever have. My cock pulses over and over as I empty myself in her ass.
We stay pressed together as the pleasure peaks and finally starts to wane, our hearts crashing wildly until I can’t tell which beats belong to me and which ones are hers. Applause rises up from the crowd below, the crowd clapping heartily for the choir.
I slowly pull free, turned on all over again by the sight of my cum spilling from her ass. It’s almost as hot as seeing it leak out of her pussy, filthy and beautiful at the same time.
I push it back in with my fingers, making her whimper and jerk as I murmur, “Your ass took my cock so well, baby. And takes my cum even better.”
She shivers, another plaintive whimper getting caught in her throat.
I ease her upright carefully, supporting her weight as I untie the blindfold and pull the panties from her mouth. Her flushed, dazed expression nearly undoes me again. Her eyes are unfocused, her lips swollen, and she looks so thoroughly fucked that all I can think of is doing it all over again.
I kiss her, framing her face with my hands, brushing her hair back from where little tendrils have stuck to her forehead. When we separate, I look at her carefully, studying her expression to be sure she’s okay. That was a lot, especially for her first time.
“How are you?” I ask.
She laughs, the sound a little shaky. “I feel amazing. And totally debauched.”
I grin, winking. “Good. That was the goal.”
We straighten our clothes, taking our time. I smooth down her dress and help fix her hair, then we pick bits of hay off each other, making ourselves presentable before climbing back down the ladder.
Hand in hand, we make our way back to our seats, slipping in as quietly as we can while the choir is between songs. We watch the remainder of the performance, and Kat looks flushed and happy as she watches the singers. Her hand stays in mine the whole time.
I can’t stop myself from glancing over at her, watching the way the dim light catches in her hair, the satisfied curve of her lips.
Something shifts in my chest as I look at her.
I’ve been so busy dealing with the practical aspects of my offer from the Aces over the past few days that I haven’t had time to sit down and truly process the fact that this thing between me and Kat is supposed to be ending soon. Haven’t had the space to be really honest with myself about how I feel about that.
But looking at her now, sitting beside me with probably still some hay in her hair despite our attempts to clean up, I can’t deny the truth anymore.
