Page 49 of Sass

I was no slouch in the arse department, and not to put too fine a point on it, regular sex meant I was pretty... welcoming. But Leon’s fingers were in proportion to his size, and even with only two of those babies stuffed inside, things were getting... snug.

“Um, Leon?”

He glanced up from his work. “Yeah.”

“Just making sure we’re on the same page here. Lots of lube means Lots. Of. Lube. Like a fuckton. Like you have shares in the company. Like there’s a world glut and you’ve been given the job of reducing the stockpile. Oh, and maybe a shoehorn wouldn’t go amiss.”

He laughed. “It’s not too late to change your mind.”

Was he crazy?“Hush your mouth. Just... more lube... that’s all I’m gonna say. Except maybe... slow... yeah, that’s another good word. Slow.”

He smiled, grey eyes twinkling. “Noted. Although there’s another word you might find useful.”

I gave him a sideways look. “What’s that?”

“Stop.”

I snorted, but his eyes were serious.

“I mean it. Any time, okay?”

I nodded, feeling a little trepidation for the first time. But then I added in a whisper just loud enough for him to hear, “And I’ve got two for you.”

He glanced my way.

“Like hell.”

He chuckled but I needn’t have worried. Leon was nothing if not thorough. By the time he was lined up against my hole with my legs dangling over his arms, I’d been teased, softened, finger fucked, and edged almost to oblivion, and was threatening all kinds of bodily harm if he didn’t get on with things and fuck me.

“So bossy.” Leon nudged just a little in warning, and I concentrated on my breathing, ready to bear down and take that sucker in. But as the wide head of his cock started to press against my hole and I began blowing out breaths like I was about to give birth, he paused.

“Hey.” He leaned down to place a soft, sweet kiss on my lips. “Relax, beautiful.” His tongue dipped inside to drink a taste. “Relax and let me in.” Another kiss, this time with his hips rocking ever so gently, probing, pushing, his open mouth swallowing my soft cry as his cock breached the tight ring of muscle and a raging burn fired through my arse and up my spine.

“Oh, fucking, fuck, fuck,” I swore into his open mouth.

He paused but kept pressing kisses to my lips. “Breathe, baby. You feel so good. So good.”

“Mmm, hmmm.” I panted into his busy mouth, digesting his use of the words baby and sweetheart and the way I liked the sound of them far too much. “Whereas you feel—Jesus, Christ—like a damn elephant trunk. More, please.”

He snorted. “You sure?”

“Yep. Too wide to stop. Too wide. Keep going.”

“Okay, baby. Here we go. Easy now.”

I ignored the ongoing endearments because this was fucking, after all. Endearments went with the territory, and besides, I was kind of distracted by the fact my body was in imminent danger of ripping in two straight up the middle. So, there was that.

But Leon was so careful, rocking inside a centimetre at a time, slow and steady, kisses landing anywhere he could reach, neck, shoulder, face, lips, soft murmurs of encouragement in my ears all the way until he was fully seated, and my head fell forward on his shoulder in relief as I panted my way through the residual screaming burn.

I’d done it. No,we’ddone it, because that had definitely been a team sport.

“You feel so good.” Leon sighed against my cheek, then pulled up and studied my face. “You still with me there, champ?”

“No,” I squeaked. “But I will be. If you could maybe stop moving, just for a bit?”

“Got it.” He kissed my nose and held still as I continued to breathe. In and out. Breathing helped, right? Breathing was good. Because, oh boy, I had the Titanic berthed in my arse and I wasn’t going anywhere.

I breathed, and then breathed a little more, and slowly, like a turning tide, the burn morphed into hunger and need, and oh hell yeah. Now we were talking.

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