Page 118 of Heart of Stone

“One day I am going to claim this ass, Krystina.” My pulse accelerated at the mention of the taboo act, my breath hitching irregularly. “Relax your body. Let me show you something new.”

When his finger tried to push into my tight entrance, I tensed in response to the foreign intrusion. I tried to relax, but my body fought it. He moved the spray over me again, letting it pulse on my clit. I gave in to the pleasure, and felt myself melting under the beating force of the water.

Taking advantage of my distraction, he persisted and managed to push his finger inward to the first knuckle. I felt my tight opening greedily clench around him as he began to twist and stroke. Giving in to the moment, I allowed myself to feel the unfamiliar touch. He pushed in a little deeper and continued to prod and caress. Before long, I was twitching with need.

When he paused in his stroking and pulled his finger out, I gasped in dismay. It was almost shocking. I was actually wishing for him to put it back, which was the complete opposite of what I wanted five minutes before.

“Oh, please…” I arched against him, feeling wanton for craving his finger once more.

“My angel likes this,” he observed and pushed into me once again. But this time, I was ready and relaxed enough to take in more of him. “That’s a good girl. Feel my finger while I taste you.”

His tongue swiped against my swollen labia. Once. Twice. And on the third time, I cried out.

“I’m going to come!”

“Oh, no. Not yet. This is your punishment, remember?”

Suddenly, he stopped everything. He had removed his finger, and gone was his tongue. All of the air in my lungs left with a solidwhoosh, my frustration reaching its ultimate peak. I was desperate, and my body begged for release.

“Please, Alex! Just…just take me. I’m yours,” I panted, barely able to get the words out.

At that, he pulled me into a standing position and spun me around so that I was facing the bench.

“Bend over. Place your hands on the seat.”

I did as instructed without delay, and within half of a second, I felt his cock plunge deep, stretching the tissues that were still swollen from the night before. He splayed his palms across my backside, running his fingers down the seam of my ass. Using his thumb, he pressed against my rear hole without quite inserting it.

“Yes, please…” I begged, not quite giving the specifics of what I desperately wanted.

“You want something?” he asked.

“Yes, I want it,” I said, surprised at how bold I suddenly was. The thought of both holes being filled at the same time was a sinful sort of thrill, causing a dark shiver of desire to snake through my veins. My little devil applauded me for being so scandalous.

“Tell me specifically, Krystina. I want to hear you say it.”

“Your thumb!”

“Here?” he taunted, circling the rim of my tight entrance. He stood completely still and unmoving, only allowing me to feel the rotation of his teasing thumb and his throbbing cock that was still buried deep.

“Alex! Please,” I whimpered, straining my hips and pushing against him.

“I don’t think you’ve earned it yet. You can’t keep still. I told you not to move, remember?” I immediately stopped thrashing, although it was a difficult thing to do. My body had mind of its own at that moment, writhing and twisting on its own accord. “That’s better. Now, tell me what you want.”

“I – I already told you!” I stuttered, completely overwhelmed and half crazed with need.

He gave my behind a light smack.

“Stop being shy, damn it! I want to hear the words, Krystina. Where do you want it?” he demanded.

I snapped, pure desperation forcing away all inhibition.

“In my ass, Alex! Now!”

Without delay, he pushed his thumb into my eagerly awaiting ass, satisfying my libidinous need. After a moment, he began to move, rewarding me with the tight sensation of being completely filled. He pounded into me repeatedly, his powerful drive matching the rhythm of his thumb. I met him thrust for thrust, pursuing the feel of my orgasm, not caring that I was supposed to keep still.

“Give it to me, angel. Come for me.”

“I’m almost there! Just don’t stop!”

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