Page 38 of The Count

He leaned over me, grasping the back of my head and turning my face toward him. He kissed me roughly, pressing the hard line of his cock against my sore left cheek. My pussy pulsed greedily, almost as if it was pleading for the fucking that it wasn’t going to get tonight.

When he stood back up, he dragged his fingertips down the curve of my spine, like he was laying claim to every inch of me and maybe in a way, he was.

And I wanted him to.

Behind me, he stripped, and I couldn’t help but look back. In the soft lighting, every one of his chiseled muscles looked enormous. The plane of his chest was so broad. His abdomen was rigid, so perfectly sculpted that it could have been carved out of marble. He kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his pants, cocking his head with interest as he caught me watching.

I hadn’t seen his cock the last time and a sudden need to see it now surged over me.

He pushed his slacks down, taking the dark underwear he was wearing with them. The magnificent spear of his cock bounced free, and I whimpered in sheer intimidation at the enormous size of it.

It was even thicker than I imagined.

I didn’t have any idea how it had fit inside my pussy that first time and the sudden terror that it was soon going to be fucking my ass rattled me. I cried out, watching the thick veins on either side pulse with blood. He was so incredibly hard.

He wanted this.

He wanted to fuck my ass. He was looking forward to it. He’d probably been thinking about it since the moment he’d torn the skirt of my dress off.

“Reach back and spread yourself for me. Show me the virgin hole that’s about to get fucked,” he demanded.

The journey to reach my hands back felt like the longest one in the world. Every inch was a battle and when I finally cupped my backside, I gasped at the heat. I couldn’t see it, but there was no doubt in my mind that it was bright, bright red.

I pressed my face into the bed as I pulled myself apart. Being made to do this was infinitely worse than having him do it for me. It made me incredibly aware of the fact that I was a willing participant in this, that I was showing him the place that he was soon going to be sinking into and that I was going to come when he did it.

I wanted to tell myself that I wouldn’t have an orgasm with his cock in my ass.

That would have been a lie.

I knew that I would, that I was probably going to come harder than I ever had in my life.

I kept my eyes closed as I heard him grab something beside me. A cap flipped open, and a cold liquid splashed onto my exposed bottom hole. I yelped, but his fingers were soon spreading it over me there.

I moaned as his fingers circled, spreading the lubricant all over before the tip of his finger pressed against my tight hole. I tightened reflexively, but that didn’t give him pause. With firm intention, he pushed that single digit inside me.

A deep ache hurtled through me, terrible and agonizing and somehow magnificently wonderful at the same time. He worked just the tip inside and I cried out. He pushed in that first knuckle and groaned.

“You’re so incredibly tight. I’m going to enjoy this very much,” he mused.

Another biting volley of pain hurtled through me. Slowly, he pumped that finger in and out of me, lubing me in the most shameful way I could have imagined. When the initial ache started to fade, he added a second finger, stretching me wider and starting the whole process all over again. I held myself open the whole time, gripping onto my sore cheeks in reluctant desperation.

I wanted tohatethis.

I didn’t though.

I liked it. A lot.

When he added a third finger, I cried out even as my arousal rolled down my thighs. He pumped those cruel digits in and out of me, stretching me open in preparation for the monstrosity that was his cock.

Oh, my god. It was going to goinsideme.

It was so much thicker than his fingers.

A fresh wave of panic washed over me. Immediately, my desire spiked higher, rolling through me in one surge after another until all that was left was need.

He stepped in between my legs.

“You may let go now, my bad little girl. I will take care of the rest,” he said simply and the finality in his tone made my entire body seize with fearful arousal. His cock brushed against my backside, and I stiffened.

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