Page 47 of Thief

John’s breath hitched by her ear, and his chin pressed into her temple. “Can I fuck you while we watch this?”

Kat reached for her dress hem and tugged it upwards. “Yes.”

On screen, a big black finger invaded that tense hole, pushing in to the first, second, third knuckle. The woman was moaning.

Kat shoved her knickers down to her knees, her pussy alive and demanding attention. Blood rushed to her sex, making it pulse with excitement. She heard John undo the zipper on his leathers.

“Bend over the sofa,” he said gruffly. “Keep watching the TV.”

Kat did as he’d asked.

John shoved the dress farther up her back and let his hand trail down her now trembling spine. His index finger drifted over her tailbone and down the smooth cleft of her butt crack to the rose bud of her anus. He applied a strong, steady pressure with the wide pad of his finger.

Kat arched, sucked in a breath and snapped away. She remembered the sharp sting of his entry there in the shower. She didn’t feel ready for it…not yet.

“Shh,” he soothed. His fingers moved farther down to her plumped lips, ripe with moisture and begging for stimulation. “Here first. I’ll take you here first.”

Kat nodded and pushed back, searching desperately for his thick, magical fingers.

He steadied her with a hand on her hip and rimmed her entrance, spread her own cream for lubrication then slithered two digits inside her heated wetness, bent them forward and rubbed her hot spot.

Kat groaned, dropped to her elbows on the back of the sofa and opened her legs wider for him. How was it he always found the devilish little spot so accurately? He added another finger as a reward for her moan of approval, filled her wider and longer and sent his thumb underneath to tease and fret her clit. She let out a long, low moan and sank onto him. She knew he would take her to heaven and back.

“Wait here,” he said, his voice hoarse.

Kat whimpered at the loss of his fingers, but before the noise was out, he was back. The rustle of the paper bag sounded near her left ear.

At her vaginal entrance, she could feel the head of his dick, hot, smooth skin primed and waiting, a steel rod of pleasure.

“You ready for me?” His voice was like torn, razored silk.

“Yes, yes, just do it,” she begged when he didn’t move. A tight, hard knot grew at the base of her stomach, spreading down her legs and over her buttocks. She needed him inside her like she needed to breathe.

On screen, the woman was just about to take the big, black cock up her arse. She was shouting, “Now, butt fuck me now.” The man had his teeth gritted, he didn’t seem to blink. Kat stared, equally wide-eyed, as the woman’s taut hole was invaded and opened. It twitched and spasmed, clenched and unclenched. The woman tried to push away, but could go nowhere. Strong hands held her firmly as she was forced into with an unimaginably large penis. She let out an ear-splitting scream before whimpering, dropping her head and writhing backwards for further impalement.

Suddenly, John surged into her pussy, filling her to capacity on the first, fast thrust. They groaned in sync, and his forearm looped around her waist to hold her still. He pulled back and shoved in again. She wondered if her expression was like the anal virgin’s. Did she have that appearance of pain-pleasure? That look of a wild, feral animal sating a base need?

She didn’t think so.

Not yet.

John set up a steady rhythm, in and out, in and out, massaging her G-spot, playing with the ribbed muscles of her vaginal walls with the slit of his prick. “I love your arse,” he grunted as he stroked down her back again and over the softness of her cheeks. Massaging and kneading, he nipped hard then let the flesh melt between his fingers.

“Mmm,” Kat managed, her knees weak. An orgasm built, a delicious, deep one generating from her G-spot.

“It’s calling out for me,” he murmured. “Your arse, it wants me.”

Kat pushed back harder onto his cock. Felt it stab at her internal organs and plug her with such a chock-full sensation it liquefied her insides, and she wondered if she’d be able to walk later. “Oh God, yes,” she said, vaguely aware of the paper bag crunching by her ear.

The woman was rocking backwards on the black cock, her lover’s hands twisting around her hips and jamming her harder onto him with each thrust. She screamed out a name, a demand of don’t stop, she was going to come.

Excitement crackled in Kat as she felt John’s attention return to the tight ring of muscles at her back hole. She felt ready to try it now. Her endorphins were running high. She could handle sensual pain whilst she was this close to orgasm.

His finger was cold now, iced with lube. He spread it all around the clenched wrinkles of skin. She bit her lip. She wanted to do this, wanted to look like the woman on the TV. Abandoned, wild, fulfilled.

On a long, slow forward thrust of his cock, John pressed his finger harder against her private hole. It sank inwards, the whole length of it, deep and long. It was fire-hot, a lit candle. “Ah, you’re so fucking tight,” he growled. “You’ll squeeze my cock till it bursts.” He pulled his finger out, dipped it back into the lube and pushed in again, gaining even further entry this time.

Kat forced herself to relax. She didn’t want to fight the intrusion. This was what she needed. He wriggled around inside her, worked the area, and she felt the burn retreat as the chilled lube spread. She pushed back against him, urging him on—urging him to do what they both wanted to do. A second finger joined the first, and she blew the air slowly from her lungs, kept concentrating on the cock working in and out of her pussy, building up that explosion of pleasure.

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