Page 111 of Going Deep
He snorted. “Sure you did.”
“It’s true!”
He shrugged and unbuttoned his jeans, grinning as her eyes tracked down to follow the movement. “I think you’re lying, Ms. Dowling, but I don’t really care.”
He unbuttoned the last button and pulled his cock out of the open fly, the rigid length sticking straight out. She gulped when she saw how hard he was, her eyes following his every move as he tore open a condom packet and slowly rolled it on. When he flipped open the cap on the lube bottle, she seemed to stop breathing altogether.
This might have been a very bad idea.
Ginger gulped, watching him fist his cock, shiny and slick with lube. Her pussy still throbbed, her asshole clenching over and over on the plug buried deep, but some of her desire was cooling in the face of reality. Fantasizing about taking his thick cock up her ass was incredibly hot—the prospect of actually doing it was suddenly less appealing. She pushed up on her hands, half raising off the desk.
He paused mid-stroke, his eyes narrowing as he flicked his gaze over her face, the set of her shoulders. She knew he could see her sudden tension, the trepidation that had replaced desire in her expression.
“What’s your favorite color, Ms. Dowling?” he asked, and she nearly sighed with relief. He was checking in, and doing it in a way that didn’t completely disrupt the role play. The fact that he would do that, that her comfort was more important than his fantasy, made it all suddenly okay.
“Green,” she told him hoarsely. “Bright, vibrant green.”
His eyes flared with surprise. “You’re sure about that?”
She nodded. “Absolutely sure. But if it changes, I’ll let you know.”
“Good.” Approval and laughter shone in his eyes for a brief moment before they went hot again. “Now bend the fuck over.”
Her body obeyed seemingly without input from her brain, her breasts flattening under her weight as she pressed into the desk. He moved behind her, his fingers brushing her ass before gripping the base of the plug, and she struggled not to tense.
“I love this ass.” He slapped one cheek, then the other, the sting settling into her skin. Desire returned with a rush of heat. “Bring your hands back here, Ms. Dowling. I want you to hold this ass open for me.”
Oh boy, oh wow. Her hands slid back to settle on her cheeks, warm from his hand, her face pressing into the desk as her fingers curled into her butt. She pulled gently, barely separating her buttocks.
With a low growl, his hand came down with a harsh smack. Right on her pussy.
“Oh,” she moaned, her hips jerking against the desk. The pain and pleasure, the heat and the sting overwhelmed, clouding her mind, making it impossible to think.
“Wider,” he ordered and slapped her pussy again.
Her pussy spasmed hard, but it wasn’t quite enough to get her over the edge. She dug in her fingers and pulled, spreading her cheeks wide. He was looking right at the most intimate part of her, nothing in the way of his gaze, and her face flushed with heat.
“There we go,” he crooned. She felt him grasp the plug and tug, but unlike before he didn’t stop. With steady, even pressure, he pulled the plug free while she gasped and moaned and twitched, holding herself open for his pleasure.
When it finally came free she groaned, her fingers flexing on her buttocks. “Don’t let go,” he warned, so she held her hands still while her anus clenched and spasmed as it tried to close.
And he was watching that happen. The knowledge sent a fresh flood of embarrassment and desire running through her.
“Such a pretty little asshole, open and waiting for me. I hate to disappoint.”
And the slick, fat head of his cock pushed inside.
Her long, low moan mingled with his.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, his hands clamping onto her hips so hard she knew she’d have bruises. His breath hissed out as he pushed ahead another inch. “You’re so tight.”
She panted, struggling to stay relaxed, but the burning stretch in her anus was making it impossible. He felt huge, even bigger than the plug. He pulled back slightly, then forged even deeper.
“My favorite color might be starting to change,” she gasped, and he chuckled.
“Can’t have that,” he murmured, and then his fingers were on her clit.
“Jesus, you’re so wet.” His fingers slipped easily through the folds of her cunt, gathering moisture before returning to her clit. He circled it gently at first, then with a firmer touch. Her hips jerked under the lash of sensation, and he sank deeper into her ass.
