Page 80 of Kingmakers, Year Three

I increase the pace just a little, having learned last time that I can increase the intensity of each subsequent orgasm as long as I ramp it up gradually.

Dean thrusts his hands in my hair and fucks my face, even and slow.

I love when he lets me work, but I also love when he takes control like that, pushing his cock in deep until it hits the back of my throat, and then pushing it even a little further. It’s rough and dominant. It makes all the muscles stand out on his chest and arms. I grip the back of his thighs, gagging helplessly.

He cums again, holding his cock in the back of my throat while it pulses. He gives out a deep, guttural moan, a primal sound that makes my pussy soaking wet.

Dean releases me.

“Come here,” he orders.

I follow him over to the stack of cushions.

“Get on all fours,” he says.

I obey, waiting while he moves around behind me, gathering up some unseen objects.

Every time I come up here, Dean has some new plan in store for me. I can never guess what he’ll do to me. That endless inventiveness, and endless pushing of boundaries, is what keeps me in a fever pitch of anticipation.

Dean kneels on the cushions next to me, running his hand possessively down my spine and groping my ass. I wait, mentally begging him to take his hand down lower and rub me where I really want.

He knows. He knows exactly what I’m silently pleading for.

He slips his hand between my thighs, cupping my pussy. I groan softly. He parts my pussy lips and slides his fingers back and forth across my clit.

“Ohhh,” I moan.

“You like that, little kitten?”

“Yesss,” I sigh.

“What about this?”

He slips his finger inside me. I’m already so swollen and sensitive inside that his finger feels as big as a cock. I groan even louder.

He soaks his fingers in my wetness, and then he rubs his thumb a little higher, over the bud of my ass.

I stiffen up, instantly uncomfortable.

“Shh,” Dean says, his other hand on the small of my back, holding me in place.

He rubs circles around my asshole, then applies gentle pressure.

My whole body is rigid. I can feel my face flaming.

Dean has never touched my ass before. I know how much he hates anything dirty. I showered right before I came, but I’m paranoid that I might still be unclean somehow.

“Stay still,” he growls.

He begins to push his thumb into my ass.

The pressure is intense. I try to squirm away, but he’s holding me still with that heavy hand on my back.

I’m embarrassed, almost panicking.

The sensation is like nothing I’ve felt before. It feels totally wrong, and yet at the same time . . . it also feels good. Which only humiliates me all the more.

I close my eyes, unable to even look at the floor in front of me.

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