Until now.
Until tonight, with the woman I loved panting and whimpering as I used both hands to spread her cheeks apart, exposing that glistening cunt and tight, pink asshole. I leaned over to give both several hot, messy open-mouthed kisses, and then I stood again, slapping her ass for good measure and smiling wickedly at the yelp she gave.
I placed the flared tip of my cock against her entrance and left it there, loving the way it looked, my cock slowly pressing inside. I reached over to the table and found a small silver ewer containing the oil meant to be eaten with the herbed bread I’d brought out for Molly’s dinner. She gasped as I drizzled it down her ass and onto her pussy, making my shaft slippery and slick in the process.
And then I thrust home, driving her up onto her toes. I followed her, stepping closer and forcing her to bend down at an even steeper angle, fucking her mercilessly. “Does it hurt?” I asked her. “I want it to hurt. Like you fucking hurt me. I will break your body like you broke my heart.”
She groaned at that, wriggling her ass back into me.
The oil made everything impossibly slick and slippery, and it took no effort to drag my thick cock out of her tight pussy and then ram it in again. Which I did repeatedly.
“Yeah,” I grunted, wrapping one hand tightly around her hip as the other stole down to the small pleated entrance that I really wanted. “That’s so fucking good, Molly.”
I pressed the pad of my finger against the firm, thin skin of her asshole and the oil made it so that it just slipped right inside. She gasped again, and I never stopped stroking myself with her pussy, I simply slid a second finger in her ass and then teased and prodded and thrust until her ashamed gasps gave way to something needier. More primal.
“I’m going to fuck your ass now, and you’re going to come when I do. The servants might see.” I reached for the ewer once again, slathering her ass and my dick in even more oil. “They might be watching right now, especially the men who stay at the edges of the property. They work the lavender fields. They’re young men, strong men. Maybe I’ll let them have a turn with you, hmm? Maybe we’ll just leave you here covered in oil, and force you to come over and over again, on cock after cock, until you can’t stand any more. Sluts do that, Molly. Would you like to be a good little slut tonight?”
“Oh God,” she whispered, trembling. “Oh God.”
I pulled out of her cunt and pulled my fingers out of her ass. And then my crown was right there, pressed against that spot that haunted my fucking dreams, and then she opened to me, oh so slowly, squeezing the head of my cock until I thought it couldn’t possibly be squeezed any more, until I thought I would come that very instant, and then I was in.
“So fucking good,” I muttered as my dick slowly disappeared between her cheeks. “Needed this. God, I needed this. Going to come so hard.” It was so difficult to think coherently when my entire shaft was being clenched by her luscious ass.
“It’s so big,
” she whimpered as I worked my way up to the hilt. “Hurts.”
“It doesn’t hurt me,” I said, knowing it was cruel. But despite my harsh words, I was already gentling her legs and her lower back right now, dropping one hand around to find her clit and rubbing it gently, so that her moans of discomfort slowly shifted into something more amorphous. The kind of discomfort that felt so strangely good that you didn’t want it to stop.
And I wouldn’t have a problem with never stopping. Her ass was the hottest, slickest fist, it was the tightest, dirtiest channel, and my balls were so tight and heavy with the need to come inside of her. I reached up and laced one hand into her hair, yanking her head sharply up and forcing her to arch her back and curve upwards. And my other hand found her nipples—hard little furls—and I pinched them each in turn.
“I fucking love your tits,” I told her. “And your ass. I fucking love having you bent over and humiliated for me.” She shuddered again and I knew she was seconds from coming. I dropped my hand and spanked her clit several times in rapid succession, and with something between a sob and a shriek, she came, her ass gripping me even tighter than before.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I muttered, looking down to watch my cock move in and out of her ass. “Make me come, Molly.”
Her thigh muscles were seizing and fluttering against my legs and her hands were clenched around the chair and her cries echoed off the portico floor. And then she reached back and found my hand, squeezing it tight as a second orgasm chased her first, wracking her body and tugging hard on my cock like nothing I’d ever felt before.
But it was the clasped hands, like she needed me to anchor her pleasure, like she needed reassurance that I was here with her to keep her safe and loved while she fell over the edge—that’s what clawed up from the base of my spine, an undeniable and primal need to mate, to fuck, to shove my cock deep in her ass and shoot hot jets of cum inside of her darkest, dirtiest place.
I fucked her as it ravaged up through my balls, fucking her so hard that she fell forward and I fell with her, mostly breaking her fall, but still sinking my cock deep into her ass as we both landed on the ground, her on her stomach and me on top.
“Here it comes,” I growled. “That’s it—fuck, that’s it—”
I drove mercilessly down into her ass as the first pulse of cum shot into her, down and down and down and she was coming again, but all I felt was her tight entrance and the heat of my semen and the delicious, plump globes of her ass pressing against my groin as I fucked and fucked and fucked, like a brute that couldn’t get enough.
It was impossible to get enough.
I finally, finally stilled, sweat dripping from my face, my body reeling from the aftershocks of the best climax I’d ever had. Braced up on my hands, I dipped my head low to hers. “I love you,” I said quietly. “Are you okay?”
She tilted her face up to me and gave me a smile so rare and so sunny that I was instantly hard again. I flipped her over and started kissing her, fucking her ass once more—slowly and sweetly now—as I played with her clit and her pussy, and we were both once again lost to each other under the stars.
That night, there were baths and more fucking and more kissing and then more fucking again, and when I woke up late the next morning, my dick hurt in all the best ways. I rolled over to find Molly and bury my face in her cinnamon-scented neck, but she wasn’t there.
Blinking and yawning, I sat up, for a moment entertaining the unfounded panic that she’d left abruptly last night after I’d fallen asleep, or that—worse—it had all been some sort of grief-induced hallucination.
But no. When my room finally came into view, I saw Molly in a fresh dress of ivory linen sitting at my desk, framed in a honey-gold square of autumn sunlight. Tears tracked down her face as she stared into her lap, and I was up out of bed in a second, my heart pounding with fear.
“Darling, what’s wrong?” I asked, not stopping to pull on anything other than the loose unbuttoned trousers I’d fallen asleep in.
