Page 15 of Reign of the Beast

I heard a squirting sound, but I knew better than to look over my shoulder and break position again. I couldn’t imagine going through that a second time.

His suit jacket brushed against the backs of my thighs as he stepped up close.

“Spread your ass open.”

Swallowing hard, I reached back and did as he wanted, parting my cheeks and holding them open.

“Mmm,” he moaned. “Such a tight little bud. Always so desperate to be stretched open.”

Something warm and wet swept over my sensitive hole, stilling my mindandmy body instantly.

It circled lightly for a few moments, coating my ass. It had to be his finger dipped in lube.

Then he began mashing my hole.Holy hell.

Moan after moan escaped me.

I found myself pushing back, silently begging for more.

When he’d first done it to me, it had been unlike anything I’d felt before.

That hadn’t changed.

I was still beside myself with the glorious sensations. It wassofucking good.

“Yes!” I cried out. “Lucian!”

He stepped up the torrent of pleasure.

I was losing my mind when he breached me, his thick finger sinking into my ass.

But then he stilled all too soon.

I panted, squirming against him.

“Beg me.”

And, hell, I did.

“Please!”

“Give me more,” he pressed.

“Please, Lucian. Fuck my ass! Now, dammit!”

“As you wish,” he snarled dangerously.

He drove his finger further, deeper and deeper.

I bellowed when he twisted it, then jerked it back out suddenly.

And then it plunged back in again.

He did it several more times, driving me to distraction, until I was a begging, whimpering mess sprawled across hisdesktop, my ass up in the air, struggling unsuccessfully to hump his finger.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying making me squirm.

“Such a desperate little ass,” he tormented. “Is this what you desire?”

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