Page 160 of Intense
When she lets go, her mouth is stained red. She’s breathing harder, and so am I.
I bend, licking along the fresh FQ carved into her, tasting her blood under mine. Then my mouth moves lower, between her cheeks, my tongue circling the other entrance I’m about to claim.
She gasps, gripping the sheets.
I keep working her with my mouth until her muscles loosen under me, then slick a finger and press it slowly inside.
“That’s it,” I murmur, pushing deeper, curling slightly. “Relax for me.”
She likes the pain; that’s why she is so desperate for me to claim her here. But I want to make sure the pleasure is still there. So I keep working her, one hand deep inside her pussy, the other in her ass, until she’s dripping all over me.
“Please tell me you have lube?” I groan.
“Bedside drawer with my toys.”
I quickly open it up; I will need to test these on her thoroughly as part of my Stephanie Research Journals. But now, I need my dick in her ass like I need air to breathe.
I grab the rose toy and hand it to her.
“Use that while I fuck that virgin ass of yours,” I tell her as I lean in and kiss her.
Once I coat myself, I press forward, just the tip against her ass to see how she reacts. I grin when she pushes back. The hum of her toy fills the room.
“Mmm, good girl. Does that feel nice?”
“Finn, please, I need you,” she cries.
I slap her unbranded ass cheek, admiring the redness forming.
I slide in, inch by inch, her moans mixing with screams, until I’m buried to the hilt.
The heat and tightness are a punch to the gut, but I hold still, stroking her hips, brushing my mouth along her spine.
“Breathe, wife.”
When she gives me that first shaky moan, I start to move—slow, deep—pushing down on her upper back so her ass stays high for me.
“Look at you… taking me in your ass so fuckin’ well. Made. For. Me,” I grit out, watching every inch of my cock disappear inside her tight heat.
“Oh my god, Finn,” she screams.
I slide two fingers in her pussy, and she tightens around me. Her body shaking.
“That’s it, baby, ride me. Remember who owns you.”
My free hand slides up her spine, fingers threading into her hair. I grab a fistful and yank her head back so her cries and panting fill my ears.
“Say it. You are mine.” My voice is raw, teeth clenched.
“I’m yours!”
She tightens around me, giving me a virginity I have no right to take, and yet she’s giving it freely. And easily, because my girl wants pain.
I’ve handed her parts of myself tonight I never meant to. Parts I keep locked in the dark, and here she is, doing the same.
This isn’t just sex.
This is a ritual.
