Page 146 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

I push in and out, tongue fucking her like I’ve dreamed of since the first time I stuck my finger in her ass. When she’s writhing beneath me, I pull back.

My fingers and tongue weren’t enough to make her gape even a little but when I blow a breath against her asshole, it winks.

I wait for it to open again, then spit directly into her dark hole, getting it nice and wet. I repeat the same moves a few times until a shiver skates down her entire body.

Blow.

Spit.

Blow.

Spit.

With one last flick of my tongue over her rim, I straighten and fist my cock. Dribbling some saliva into my palm, I run it up and down my shaft with rough strokes, coating my dick in additional wetness before placing it against her bundle of muscles.

I press in slowly, exquisitely slowly, my cockhead pushing against her entrance but not yet managing to penetrate.

“I’ve been dreaming about watching you struggle to take my cock in your ass,” I tell her, not bothering to conceal the dark sadism that echoes in my tone.

Immediately, she clenches her muscles, fighting my invasion. I grab her hips with both hands and keep her firmly in place, stopping her from trying to move away from me. Using this new hold on her to my advantage, I pin her in place against the bed and push more aggressively into her ass as she squeals.

“If you clench, I’ll just shove my cock into your ass without taking the time to be gentle. You choose.”

“I’m not…doing it on purpose,” she keens, her hands clutching each other in a death grip at the small of her back.

I press a button on the handcuffs and they click open, freeing her hands. When she senses she can move them, she brings them up to either side of her head, fisting the sheets in a death grip.A sheen of sweat breaks out and covers her back as her body fights my advance.

I smack the side of her ass with a painful slap.

“Relax your ass and let me in.” I demand.

I see her work to do as I ask, her lower back softening into the mattress as she tries to loosen her muscles. I push forward with more pressure this time, ignoring her pleas and groans until finally I feel my head breach the tight ring of muscles.

“Oh, fuck yes. There you go.” I chant, my head dropping forward as goosebumps erupt on my neck and down my spine.“There you go, baby. Just like that.”

“Y-you can’t.” She tries, stuttering as her body accepts me.

“I can. The head of my cock is already in your tight asshole, Six. I will bottom inside you.”

I look down, entranced by how her puckered hole clings to the top of my dick like a second skin. Using my thumbs to pull back each cheek, spreading her on either side of my invasion, I keep my captivated eyes on her as I start to push in.

The sight of her ring stretching and turning white with effort as more of my cock disappears inside her is like a shot of adrenaline right to the dick.

Even though I professed not to want to be gentle with her, I don’t actually want to hurt her either. It’s only the sounds of her pained mewls that keep me from shoving inside her in one brutal thrust. It takes everything in me to hold back. Less than five minutes into taking her ass and I’m obsessed with possessing her this way, with owning her this way.

Having her completely at my mercy, splayed below me, struggling to take me, opening her most forbidden place only for me, it’s too much. It makes the feral monster inside me want to rut into her with animalistic thrusts until she can’t walk, roaring into the night as I do so.

“You remember what it was like to take my whole dick in your pussy? How you thought I’d bottomed out but I still had more to go? It’s going to be the same thing with this tight hole.” I purr, caressing her cheeks as I push a second, then a third inch into her. “Now open up your ass and let my cock in.”

Chapter 42

Sixtine

My mouth drops on a silent scream as he pushes inside me. He goes slow and it’s agonizing. Instead of powering through with one thrust, I feel every inch, every hard millimeter of his advance as he stretches me.

It burns and stings and feels like what I imagine being stretched on the rack during medieval times felt like. He prepared me, but not enough to make this completely pain free for me, and all of my muscles are taut as I work to accept him.

My shoulder blades come together at the middle of my back as he pushes in another inch, robbing me of my breath. The discomfort is there but so is the ache for more. More of him, more of the feral noises he’s making from behind me, more of the way his eyes are closed and his face is scrunched in concentration.

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