Page 51 of Savage Warrior

I withdraw my fingers and take a moment to smear another generous dollop of body lotion onto my cock. I wrap my fist around it and work the lube in, then tip even more over the crown. The rest of the bottle I pour into the valley between her butt cheeks, where it pools at her entrance. I work it inside with my fingertips, coating the inner rim until I’m sure she’s nicely prepared. Then, I set the head of my cock at her entrance and press forward.

She tenses, as much by instinct as intent.

“Relax, sweetheart. Let me in.”

Her lips quiver. She opens her eyes to meet my gaze. “I want to. I am trying.”

I kiss her forehead. “I know. Let me help.”

I kneel back and twirl my finger, indicating she should turn over. As soon as she’s on all fours, I position her just as I want her.

“Head and shoulders down, arse up,” I explain.

I can’t help admiring my handiwork from yesterday as I ease her pretty bottom into place, then reposition my dick ready to complete the task at hand. She must still be sore.

Sure enough, she winces when I press my palm against her reddened flesh to part her buttocks. I relish the feeling and wonder if maybe she does, too. At some level.

I put that pleasant thought to one side and press forward.

Again, she tightens, but this time I use my thumbs to stroke the tight ring of muscle, coaxing her to open.

“Push back against me,” I whisper.

She does it, and the crown of my cock penetrates the tight opening. I pause, let her become accustomed to the sensation.

“It hurts…” she whines.

“I know.”

I reach between her thighs to find her responsive clit again and resume my work of earlier. It does the trick. Arina arches her back, thrusting her rear end at me as I press forward. She takes another inch, then another.

Sweat beads on my forehead from the effort not to push too hard, too fast. I rock back and forth, gaining a fraction more each time.

Arina is writhing and groaning. Occasionally she lets out a small cry, and I pause to let her settle, then press on.

At last, I’m fully seated, balls-deep inside her delectable arse. It feels fucking wonderful, taut and hot, her walls squeezing me like a vice. I hold still for several seconds to savour the tightness of her narrow channel, then I slowly ease out.

When just my tip remains, I plunge back inside.

Arina gasps and claws at the bedding beneath her. “Aaah, ?tefan…”

I lean forward to grasp her hand, lace my fingers between hers, and squeeze. She turns her head and kisses the back of my hand while I continue to thrust.

I’m slow at first. In, out, in, out, each stroke smooth and deep, demanding and sure. Arina softens with each one, resistance evaporating as pleasure asserts its control.

I wrap my arms around her and kneel, bringing her body with me. My cock impales her; she straddles my thighs. I draw her back to lean against me. “Now, the fun begins,” I murmur in her ear.

I use the fingers of both hands to part her folds and find her clit once again. I spread wide, completely open and accessible to me, then caress the tip of her clit until she begs me to let her come.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Do it.”

Her orgasm sweeps through her body. She clenches and convulses around me and in my arms, and I share every ripple and quiver of it. When the final, trembling wave ebbs away, I lower her back onto all fours and slam into her again. And again. Hard and fast this time, demanding her response.

She gives it. Her body clenches in readiness, and I again draw her up to my chest to experience the full onslaught of my fingers and her clit in perfect harmony. And this time, I come, too. It’s intense, compelling, utterly unstoppable despite my best efforts. My balls contract, a harsh shout erupts from somewhere within, and I spill my load. Hot and wet, my semen fills her channel, seeping out to coat both our thighs.

We’re both sticky, both spent. Arina collapses against me like a rag doll, her breathing heavy. Slowly she regains her senses. “That was…”

“Mmm?” I nuzzle her neck. “You were saying?”

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