Page 112 of Going Deep
“Oh, yeah,” he groaned.
“Please,” she whimpered. “I can’t take much more.” She didn’t know if she was talking about his cock in her ass or the build-up to orgasm.
“Yeah, you can.” His fingers worked her clit, slipping and sliding over and around as he worked his cock deeper. The burning stretch faded into the background, the throbbing in her clit taking all her focus. She couldn’t help the convulsive surge of her hips, and suddenly he was in all the way, the open fly of his jeans pressed into the soft cheeks of her ass.
“Yes,” he hissed.
He pulled back, the drag of his cock on delicate tissue making her shiver, then slid back in. Out. In. Pause to add more lube, then in and out again. He fucked her ass with deliberate strokes, slowly picking up speed until he was moving, not at slamming speed, but not exactly carefully, either.
And his fingers never stopped stroking her clit.
She grunted softly every time he bumped into her ass, her fingers still clenched on her buttocks. Her mind was a whirl, her body alive with sensation: the burning stretch in her anus, the almost unbearable heaviness of his cock in her ass. The slick slide of his finger over her clit.
The tension in her belly was coiling tighter, fed by the harsh groans and coarse words of praise and lust and love that spilled from his lips as he thrust into her over and over. They’d both abandoned the role play, too caught up in the pleasure and each other to maintain.
“Michael. Sir.” Ginger pressed her forehead into the desk, arching back into his thrusts. Her legs were trembling, her breath coming in harsh pants. Her pussy was fluttering, the unmistakable onset of her orgasm making her groan.
“I’m going to come,” she whispered into the polished wood.
“Yeah, baby.” He trapped her clit between his fingers and tugged. “Come with me.”
The hard pinch on her clit shoved her over the top, dragging a hoarse scream from her throat. Her cunt clenched down hard as she exploded, her asshole clamping down on his thrusting cock.
She dimly heard his roar, felt his cock jerk and swell inside her. His orgasm triggered another for her, making her cry out, pleasure and pain once again entwined, until oblivion.
Gradually she became aware that he’d collapsed over her, pressing her into the desk and panting for breath. She kept her eyes closed and concentrated on breathing. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, making her smile.
“You okay?” he murmured, and her smile widened.
“Yeah,” she breathed. “One question?”
He nuzzled her neck. “What, love?”
“Can I let go of my ass now?”
He chuckled in her ear. “Yes.”
“Thank God,” she sighed, groaning slightly as she unclamped her hands and let her arms fall to her sides. “I think I might’ve drawn blood there at the end.”
“You were amazing,” he murmured, and she opened her eyes.
“Good surprise?” she asked, though she could see the answer on his face.
“Great surprise.” He pressed his mouth to hers in a tender kiss.
“Mmm. Good.” She sighed. Her butt hurt, her neck was turned at an unnatural angle, and she was pretty sure she’d left a fingernail or two embedded in her ass cheeks. But none of that mattered when she saw how happy he was. “I wanted to do something special.”
He shifted slightly, bracing a hand next to her head to take some of his weight off her. “Not to look a gift horse in the ass—” he grinned at her snort. “But what’s the occasion?”
Her belly clenched in anxiety for a moment before it smoothed out again, and she sent him a sunny smile. “I thought we should celebrate my moving in.”
He blinked, then broke out into a huge grin. “You’re moving in?”
“Not until February,” she cautioned. “That’s when my lease is up. But after that…yeah. If that’s still okay.”
“Of course, it’s still okay,” he told her. “Just in time for Valentine’s Day.”
“Oh, good,” she teased. “I don’t have to get you a present.”
