Page 47 of The Fallen
His lips trail down my chest, tongue darting out to lick across one nipple at the same time as a slick digit pushes into my hole, breaching me and sinking deep. My mouth falls open as I arch into his hand. His tongue and lips lave my nipple as he pumps his finger in and out of me.
Asenath turns his attention to my other nipple, teeth clamping down on the nub as he slips a second finger inside me. He moves his hand faster, his thumb bumping against my taint with every thrust as he scissors his fingers, stretching me.
I know I don’t need much prep, but fuck this feels good. Pressure builds in my balls, making me desperate enough that I thrust my hips, fucking myself on his fingers. But it isn’t enough. I need more.
As if reading my mind, Asenath’s tail makes an appearance, wrapping around my dick.
A high keening sound escapes my throat when his tail starts to vibrate. My mind blanks from the pleasure, my body arching off the bed again as my hands flutter chaotically against his back. My balls draw tight to my body, an orgasm barreling toward me just for the damn thing to stop short. Asenath’s tail is practically strangling my dick, preventing my orgasm.
“Fuck,” I shout as I come back from that edge, his tail falling away from me. Asenath laughs as he leisurely fucks me with his fingers, the stretch letting me know he added at least one more finger inside me.
“Oh, little minx, did you really think I’d get you off that quick?”
“I mean, I wouldn’t complain about it,” I say breathlessly.
His lips quirk up in a small smile before he removes his fingers from me. I damn near whimper at the sudden empty feeling, but it doesn’t last long. I suck in a shuddering gasp when he notches his flared cockhead against my hole and I come to thevery startling realization that three of his fingers are not nearly enough prep.
“Breath, little minx and when I tell you to, push down,” Asenath says soothingly.
I nod mutely, my mouth dropping open in a moan as he pushes against my entrance. My hole slowly stretches. And keeps stretching. Holy fuck, is he getting bigger?
“Ready?”
I bear down, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me as he pushes hard. Pain shoots through me as my rim widens. And then he’s past my inner ring. He freezes and I feel his dick jerk spasmodically, warmth spurting inside of me.
I raise an eyebrow. Did he just . . .? But all he does is grin down at me. “I told you my kind have our own lube.”
Oh. OH!
He hums in amusement, hands gripping my thighs as he slowly pushes inside. The first of the ridges and bumps push past my rim and my eyes roll to the back of my head. He pulls back, all those ridges catching on my hole. I about come from that experience alone. Jesus, this is going to be a religious experience.
He gives a shallow thrust, deeper than before, and I hiss out in pain as my rim gapes wider. “I thought you said you could size-to-fit,” I groan out, my dick flagging from the pain.
“Not for this, my mix. For this, you have to take all of me.”
Fuck, I’m going to be split in two. There’s no way I can take all of him. I don’t care what the porn videos show, it isn’t physically possible. “How much do you have to stick in?”
Sliding his hands down the insides of my thighs, he runs a thumb along the edge of my rim. His other thumb rubs along my taint, stimulating my prostate as he continues to glide in and out of me, going just a little farther each time.
A full-body shudder rolls through me at the different sensations, my dick coming back into play at the pleasure. My stomach is slick with pre-cum in seconds. “Fifteen, maybe sixteen inches.”
Hmm? Wha. . .? Oh, right. He’s finally answering my question. And I almost choke — partly from the fact that I’m about to completely rearrange my insides and partly because those nubs along his dick are sliding against my prostate like Morse code for theKama Sutra.
His hands grip my thighs as he picks up speed, and the feeling of him against my inner walls as he tunnels into me makes my mind bliss out.
He keeps up that gentle pace, just fast enough to make the pleasure build but not enough to have me falling over the edge. Believe me, I will easily be able to come hands free from this.
“I need more,” I pant out, levering myself to my elbows. I want to see just what is disappearing inside of me. Glancing down, my dick kicks at the sight and I don’t know if I should follow my body’syesor my mind’shell no. Because there’s just so much of him.
Chuckling, Asenath pushes me back down, pinning me to the mattress as he pushes into me. And keeps going. My hands fly to his wrist, fingernails digging into his skin as he completely rearranges my insides.
A litany of “Oh my God” falls from my lips as he moves, pulling back until his flared cockhead catches on my rim before slamming inside. And all I can do is hold on to his wrist.
His free hand wraps around my dick, stroking me in time to his thrusts, and I practically see stars. I’m barely conscious of something pushing against my hole every time he buries himself inside me. That burning sting of my rim temporarily being stretched even farther just pushes me closer to the edge.
“Give me your hand, little minx. I want you to feel something,” Asenath growls.
I immediately let go of his wrist. Taking my hand, he puts it on my stomach and I open my eyes in confusion.
