Page 75 of Lucky Star

He chuckled, and slipped another finger into my tight, forbidden hole.

“Yes,” I said, reaching behind blindly. I needed him inside of me.

“Where do you want me? Your pussy or your ass?” He added more lube as he gently worked a third finger into me. It stung at first, but even through the haze of lust that was threatening to drown me, I could acknowledge that it was the good kind of pain.

“My pussy,” I cried out between gulps of air. “No, my ass,” I amended, surprising even myself. Never in a million years would I have thought I’d want that, but right now I wanted him everywhere—even there. “Both,” I gasped. “Everywhere.”

I was delirious with desire, my body a writhing mass of feeling, want, and need. And the only thing that could cure me of this craving, this overwhelming hunger, was Cameron driving himself into me. Repeatedly. I was near to tears with my need to come, my body strung tight, ready to snap.

Entering me in one fluid stroke, he filled me with the length of his thick, hard cock, and on his next thrust, I was coming like I never had before.

“Cameron!” I shouted as a wild climax shattered me. I convulsed around him, sobbing his name, drunk on him. As the glorious waves of passion crested, the only thought in my head was his name, a litany for the pleasure he’d given me, the ultimate joy only he could provide.

He slid his fingers from my rear and held onto my hips, digging his fingers into my flesh as I met and matched each of his thrusts, arching my back and welcoming him into my body with each measured push. I bucked in time with him, but it wasn’t enough. Behind me, he panted and grunted, and still I wanted more.

“My ass,” I whispered over my shoulder. “I need you there.”

He thrust forward one last time as I clenched around him with mini-spasms, and then, on a feral groan, he pulled out. He flipped onto his back and dragged me on top of him. Pouring a healthy measure of lube over his cock, he worked it with his hand to spread the satiny liquid from root to tip, “Ride me, baby,” he growled. “I want you in charge.”

I leaned forward and guided him to my rear entrance, letting the smooth head of his cock tantalize, tempt, and tease. While Cameron played with my clit, I exhaled and opened to him. When the engorged head slipped inside, I inhaled and bit back a moan. With just his crown stretching me, I felt like I might break apart. There was pleasure, but the pain was more intense than it had been with just his fingers. Remembering to breathe, I rocked forward to shift my position and better accommodate his size. Almost immediately, he slipped past the tight barrier and sank home. After a few seconds of holding my breath, the painful sting disappeared, replaced by a feeling of such exquisite fullness. I moaned, this time in pleasure, and Cameron gently pushed up into me as I rocked along his length. He moved deeper with each rhythmic push, my ass moving over and against him.

We continued like that as my orgasm built, oblivious of time, unconscious of where he ended and I began, our bodies made for one another. He altered his tempo, moving in and out me in slow, driving thrusts, his breath coming in hot, punctuated gasps. After seconds or hours, I couldn’t tell, he increased the rhythm and my body quaked, primed for release, as I undulated over him, taking all of him into me again and again.

His strokes increased and then he surged upward hard and fast, and I took all that he gave, reveled in it. With one final thrust, he shuddered, and his cock convulsed inside of me as he emptied himself where I’d never been touched. He sat up and captured my shout with his lips, swallowed it down as the change in position triggered something deep inside of me. I shattered, and joined him in a final climax, my cries of ecstasy mingling with his groans of delight.

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