Page 71 of Illicit Temptation

I’m losing my mind. Soft mewls spill from my lips and guttural cries rip from my throat. On his shins, his legs spread wide, he rocks his hips to fuck me. All while he holds each breast like they’re handles. His fingers tease my nipples, deftly pinching them between his knuckles to drive me wild.

Leaning forward, he soaks each hard peak aching for attention with his sinful tongue.

Before he sits back, our eyes meet. They’re no longer golden and bright. They’re dark and smoldering.

“I need your ass.” He pulls out and grabs the bottle of lube from my nightstand, drizzling a liberal amount on several of his fingers. “Can you take me in your ass, princess?”

“Will this... Will it hurt?”

He goes still. “You never?”

I shake my head.

“Thank fucking God.” He leans down and kisses me. “I’ll make it good for you. I promise.”

“Then, yes. Fuck, yes.”

“Good girl,” Trace murmurs. “I want to feel you come when I’m in your ass. Now get on your hands and knees.”

I gasp at his lustful tone.

He softly runs a finger across my tight ring of nerves. They slowly swallow the tip of his finger until it’s past the knuckle. I delicately purr but it melts into a growl that grows louder and rawer the deeper he goes.

“You like that, love?” He teases me.

The fullness is mind-blowing, and his other hand strokes my clit to yet another fever. My pussy contracts as pleasure soars through my veins.

“Oh my God.” I push my ass against his hand to feel more.

A second finger is added and those caveman knuckles of his stretch me. “And now?”

“That’s... Shit, Trace.”

“Gave up on God already?”

Embarrassed, I bury my face into the bedcover. “I’m so going to hell.”

“Don’t worry, everyone you know will be there.” Trace gently works both fingers in and out, playing with me. “Are you ready for another?”

I groan, writhing on the bed.

“Shea-Lynne, answer me.”

Punishment. He’s punishing me. “It’s hot!”

His chest presses into my back when he whispers in my ear, “It’s so fucking hot. And you’re such a good wife, letting me take your ass. Like this. While you’re bleeding and craving me like a cat in heat.”

Instead of sitting back, he’s so tall that he can keep one hand next to my shoulder, leaning over me, working those fingers in my ass. I’m ready to combust from the fiery friction. Yet, his arms are coated with sweat. His goldenskin glows.

“My heart’s pounding like it wants out of my chest, Shea. You?”

“I’m close to a heart attack.” I swallow thickly. “Please, Trace.”

“The way you’re begging for a dick in your ass, has me aching to be inside you more than ever before. It’s time for me to claim the last part you. You will belong to me after this, Shea.” He removes his fingers and the emptiness damn near makes me sob into the towel.

Using the lube, he drenches his cock and coats my hole.

“Oh!” I squeak. “Cold.”

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