Page 49 of Losing Ansley

"Don't forget your colors." He reminds me, and I bite my lip as he thrusts two fingers into me.

"Oh god!" I whisper, and then he's thrusting three fingers in me, and I fist the blankets. I feel so full. He removes his fingers, and then his hand lands hard on my right ass cheek. I gasp at the unexpectedness of it.

"Count Ansley." Before I respond, it takes me a moment to comprehend what he's saying.

"One," I grunt, and he rubs the spot he spanked and leans down.

"That's my good girl." He whispers, and I push back into his hand.

"Lincoln." I moan out. Then he moves his hand and brings it down on my other cheek. I grunt at the sting but remember quickly I need to count.

"Two." He massages that spot, dips his fingers back into my pussy, and moans.

"Such a dirty girl. You love this, don't you?" He asks, and I can't stop from pushing back into his fingers. He pulls his fingers out and spanks me again. Each time he spanks me is in a different spot. "Answer the question."

"Yes. I love it." I cry out and then suck in a breath, remembering I need to count. "Three." He massages my ass again and thrusts his fingers in my pussy again. I'm going to come. Tears seep from my eyes at how overwhelmed I feel by all the sensations. "Lincoln," I whisper, and he pauses.

"Color, sweetheart." It's a demand.

"Green," I say without even thinking, and he pulls his fingers out of my pussy and spanks me again, this one landing where the top of my thigh and ass cheek meets, causing me to cry out.

"Four." My ass is so sensitive, but as he massages it, I feel tingly all over. Who knew pain could turn into pleasure? He swipes his thumb up my slit, and I spread my legs, trying to get more, but he moves up to my anus and circles it.

I'm beginning to tremble. He uses his other hand to rub up my spine and back down. When I relax, his thumb breeches my hole, and I moan. My throat feels so raw from all the moaning and crying out.

"Color?" I hesitate at his question. I don't know if I'm ready for him to go further than having his thumb in my ass.

"Yellow?" It comes out as a question, and he stops.

"Are you asking me or telling me?" He asks. I swallow and turn my head so that I can look at him.

"I don't mind your thumb there, but I don't know if I'm ready for anything else," I explain.

"That's so good, sweetheart." He rubs his hand up my spine and back down. I nod, and he removes his thumb. Then his hand is coming down on a different spot, causing me to cry out again.

"Five," I say, pushing my head into the mattress. I swear I'm about to come. If he shoved his cock in me now, I would come instantly. I'm almost sobbing as he rubs his hand over my ass.

"Color, sweetheart?" He asks.

"Green!" I shout. I need him to make me come. I expect him to shove his fingers in me again, but it's like he knows I'm on the brink, so he brings his hand down on my ass one more time, causing me to cry out.

"Six!" I scream out in relief. He massages me for a second before thrusting his fingers back in me with one hand and spreading my legs open even wider with his other. I scream out as he pushes into me fast and hard, hooking his fingers. Before I can comprehend what's happening, I'm coming all over him and squirting everywhere. I am so loud in my release that I'm sure the entire apartment complex hears me and knows exactly how great of a lover Lincoln is.

He pulls his fingers out of me and leans forward, kissing along the top of my back and shoulders. But my whole body is complete jello. I couldn't move right now if I wanted to. I can't believe that turned me on so much that he made me come so hard and fast. I feel his lips against my ear.

"Are you okay, baby?" He whispers, and I moan, unable to answer him. He chuckles, giving me a moment to collect myself. When I do, I climb off his lap and kneel before him. I can't lean back on my heels because my ass is a little sensitive, but I bring my hands to his slacks and unbutton them.

I look at him under my eyelashes, and his pupils are blown with desire. He pushes his pants down as his cock springs out then I'm leaning forward and taking him in my mouth. I make sure my red lipstick rubs off on him as I go down, and then when I'm coming back up, I glance up at him again. When he sees it, he moans.

"I'm going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours." He warns me. "Don't forget to pinch my thigh." He reminds me, and I nod once; then, he grabs my hair in his hand and shoves me down on his cock until it hits the back of my throat. I love how rough he is with me—taking his pleasure from me, using me. I love that I'm the only one who sees him like this. To everyone else, he's put together. For me, he comes undone. I suck and lick as much as possible, but Lincoln guides the movements.

After a few more thrusts, he keeps himself at the back of my throat and thrusts, causing me to gag slightly, and tears stream down my face. I'm sure I look like a mess, but I don't care. He releases me when I think I can't take another second, and I breathe deeply through my nose.

"I'm going to come." He growls, and I rub my hands up his thighs, letting him know it is okay. I take a deep breath, knowing what's about to happen as he pushes me back down on his cock.

He shouts his release toward the ceiling as he comes in hot spurts down my throat. I swallow him down, and when he releases, I wobble and fall back, wincing as I land on my sore ass.

He immediately gathers me in his arms and holds me against him. I lay my head on his shoulder and drape my arms around him.

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