Page 74 of Claimed by Him

“Fuck, Rona,” he groaned.

His hand tightened in my hair, pulling on it until I released his nipple with a wet sound. His mouth slammed into mine, and he wrapped his free arm around me, crushing me against his chest. I gasped, and he took advantage of my parted lips to invade my mouth, his tongue tangling with mine. He didn’t say a word, but I could feel his possessiveness in the way he held my body against his, the way his lips and teeth bruised my mouth.

My nipples hardened as his chest hair scratched the sensitive skin, and I moaned, nails digging into his hips as I tried to pull him closer. I growled in frustration as his pants got in the way.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I protested as I pulled away.

He tried to grab me, but I’d refocused my attention on getting him naked as quickly as possible. I finished unzipping him and grabbed the waistband of his pants and underwear, yanking them both down to his knees. I ran my hands up his thighs, then back around to his ass. Damn, I loved his ass. One of my neighbors in Hell’s Kitchen used to say that someone’s ass was, “So tight I could bounce a quarter off it.” I wasn’t sure that was actually possible, but if it could’ve been on anyone’s ass, it’d be his.

Then there was his cock. Thick enough that when he was hard, I couldn’t wrap my fingers around it. Over average in length, but not too long. Some women might like that their man hit their cervix with every stroke, but not me. In theory, if the conditions were just right, it would spark off a whole other sort of orgasm, but I wasn’t exactly itching to try. He could make me come hard enough to see spots without that particular maneuver.

I put my hand on his chest and pushed. He let himself fall backward, and I wasted no time removing his pants the rest of the way. Now that he was completely and wonderfully naked, I climbed up onto the bed as well. He watched me as I moved up his body until I was straddling his thighs. I kept my eyes locked on his as I grasped his cock and held it in place. I lifted up, maneuvering myself bit by bit until I was able to place the tip of him at my entrance.

I was wet enough that the head slipped right into me, but the rest had to be done at a much slower pace. I wasn’t nearly ready enough.

“You’re too fucking tight,” he said, gritting his teeth. “Like a fucking vice.”

I dug my nails into his stomach as I dropped another inch. “Fuck, J! Fuck! Dammit!”

“Does that help?” he asked, a strangled laugh escaping.

I glared at him. “You’re not exactly small, asshole.”

He grinned and slid his hands up the backs of my thighs to my ass. I sucked in a breath as one finger slipped between my cheeks. He rubbed the tip of his finger against the puckered muscle but didn’t try to push inside.

“One day, I’m going to discover how it feels to be inside your ass.”

He sounded so sure of himself that I almost nodded in agreement before common sense clicked in, and I thought about what it might feel like to have Jalen’s huge cock trying to fit into that virgin territory.

“You can barely fit in my pussy,” I said breathlessly. He was half-way inside now, and my body felt like it was being split in half.

Oral sex would’ve made this a hell of a lot easier.

“Have you ever done it before?”

I shook my head and started to reach down to play with my clit. He grabbed my hand, stopping me, and then replaced my hand with his.

“I can make you want it,” he said, his finger making firm circles over my asshole as his other fingers played with my clit.

“How?” I grunted as I took another inch.

“I’d have you lay on your stomach, and I’d start with my tongue. Get you nice and wet.” My muscles fluttered as he sank a little lower, and he cursed before continuing, “Have you ever been rimmed before?”

I shook my head. I’d never even considered it.

“I’ll show you how it’s done. Lick you open, then slide a finger inside. Just one to start with, but it’ll feel huge at first. I’ll go slow, letting you get used to it as I work in spit and lube.”

The fingers on my clit moved faster, rubbing back and forth, then in a circle, and he watched my face with an intensity that made me shiver.

“When you’ve just gotten used to one finger, I’ll push a second one in, twisting and stretching. It’ll burn, giving you little twinges of sharper pain, but I’ll start working your clit then.”

His fingers pressed down on my clit, sending a rush of liquid over his cock, allowing me to slip lower on him until only an inch remained. If I hadn’t taken all of him before, I might’ve doubted that I could now.

“Good girl,” he murmured as I gasped and squirmed on top of him. His fingers were doing amazing things to my clit, and my pussy felt impossibly full in this position. “Do you think I’ll be able to make you ready with just two fingers, or should I plan to use a third?”

My head swam. We’d fit together fine before, and I knew it was just the difference of position and preparation making it more difficult this time, but just because he fit in my pussy didn’t mean he could fit everywhere. Could my ass really take him? I cursed as I fell the last bit, his cock lodged completely inside me.

“I think I’ll need a third finger.” His voice was rough. “Maybe you’ll ask for even more.”

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