Page 119 of Never Kiss and Tell

When I enter Bailey’s room, her glorious ass is still pointed in the air, her ankles crossed. She looks back at me as I lock the door and step out of my gym shorts.

“What are we going to do?” I can taste the fear in her voice.

“I want to do something for you.” My voice is thick and gruff. I empty the bag on the bed beside her and her eyes widen at the lube.

“Are you sure?” she asks, looking almost worried.

It feels like someone punched me in the chest.

“If you want to stop at all, you know what to say.”

She draws her bottom lip between her teeth, her brows knitted together. I wait for her to disagree and tell me I’m crazy. She responded so well to my tying her up that I thought doing this, helping her enjoy it, would erase some of that fear she still has.

“Okay,” she nods, shooting me a look of tenacity.

“Bailey, I want to make sure you want this.”

Slowly, she raises on her knees, slipping her fingers over my chest to pull my face down to hers. She kisses me once before pulling back.

“I do. Just tell me what to do.”

I run my tongue over my teeth, eyeing her.

“Lay down and open your legs for me.”

She does just that, spreading herself open and I’m almost tooenraptured with her to move. The window behind the bed bathes her body in moonlight, making her look almost ethereal, like I’ve captured an angel.

I lean down, sliding my tongue from her ass to her clit. “Charlie,” she scolds, but with the next stroke she’s arching back into me.

Pulling back, I take the lube and pour some in my fingers, wetting my cock and then through the crevice of her ass. Her eyes go wide and she shakes her head, but her body opens for me, allowing me to slip in. I massage the tight ring of muscles and use my other hand to roll her clit around.

She’s completely still, small whimpers leaving her throat while she grips the comforter below her. I search her face for any sign that she wants to stop, but after the initial shock of feeling me there, her eyes start to go hazy and her breathing shallows.

When she arches into my hand, I slip another finger in.

My breathing is ragged, my heart racing. “How does that feel?” I ask, testing her by sliding out and back in.

She nods, licking her dry lips.

“Words, baby. Let me hear them.”

“It feels . . . full.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No. It feels good.”

Fuck me . . .

I work my fingers inside her again, opening her up so she can take me. It’s not long before her hips are rolling to meet my fingers and little whimpers that go straight to my cock are slipping out of her mouth.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I grit, removing my fingers. “Think you can take it?” I raise up over her and nestle between her thighs.

“Is it going to hurt?” she asks, watching where I align myself at the tight ring.

“I’m going to do everything I can to make sure it feels good.” Leaning down, I press my lips to her shoulder as I slip in, allowing the muscles to adjust to me.

Bailey lets out a deep moan against my lips and I groan as the first inch slips inside. I’ve never been a man who needed anal. It’s great and all, but I couldn’t care less either way. This is about Bailey, giving her back something that was taken from her by making it feel good.

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