Page 60 of Full Tilt
He pierces my asshole with his tongue, driving it deep inside, and I fall to my elbows once more, burying my face into the soft gray duvet.
“Spread your thighs wider, Jenna.”
Fresh out of protests, I do as he asked, lurching forward when he smacks my swollen clit.
“For an older girl, you’ve got a fucking awesome cunt.”
I could wrap my hand around his throat right about now; instead, I turn my head to face him. “Cobra.”
He pauses on opening the drawer to his nightstand. “The fuck?”
“Cobra,” I repeat. “I reserve the right to use the word not just when you’re going too far physically, but when I’ve had enough of your attitude as well. Being a prick is a deadass turnoff.” I quirk a brow at him. “Just ask the other guys I’ve been with.”
He grinds his teeth, snatching the lube from the drawer and coming to stand behind me.
“Do you want to stop playing, Jenna? Or do you want me to fill your ass?”
Every single muscle contracts beneath the weight of his filthy words.
“Make a choice,” he commands.
I hate myself more than I do Tommy right now. “I want you to fuck my ass.”
He cups his left hand around his ear, his hard cock long and daunting. “So I’m not accused of going against your wishes, can you repeat that for me?”
I swallow, resentment, trepidation, and excitement taking over. “I want you to fuck my ass.”
Popping the cap on the lube bottle, he kneels directly behind me, coating his shaft with smooth strokes of his hand.
Next, he moves to my asshole, spending a good amount of time teasing and preparing my entrance. That alone is enough to make me come, and I dig my fingernails into the duvet.
As he positions himself behind me, Tommy traces a soft finger down my spine, causing me to shiver.
He pauses over my asshole, and then he enters me slowly, expertly.
“Don’t collapse on me.” His voice is softer when he wraps an arm around my waist, holding my body in the position he wants.
“I—I can’t take any more.” I shake my head.
“I’m only halfway inside you.”
Panic lances through me, and I go to pull away. His arm circles me tighter.
“You can take me, Jenna. You want to take me too.”
He’s right. I do.
“Exhale and relax your body. It’s going to be so fucking good, I swear to God.”
I push all the air out of my lungs, and my shoulders drop. Tommy moves further inside. There’s no pain or resistance, just a delicious burn that promises the best orgasm of my life.
“I hate it when you’re right, but I hate it even more when you pretend to be kind to me.”
When he pushes all the way inside, his cock grows even harder, and I release a lust-filled moan.
His hips are totally still when he runs his finger down my spine once again, only taking his first stroke when another finger pushes inside my pussy.
“You took the words right out of my mouth.” His voice is full of victory.
