Page 113 of That Girl is Trouble

“Jesus,” I pant.

He laughs darkly as he abruptly flips me onto my stomach, immediately burying his face between my ass cheeks. With his tongue, he traces a line from my overly sensitive clit to my entrance and then farther. My body jerks when he spreads my cheeks and slides his tongue over my back entrance.

“I’m gonna take your ass this morning, Kitty,” he says, more of that hunger edging his voice.

I nod, sleepy again as I come down from my orgasm.

“Words, Kat.”

“Fuck me wherever you want, Donovan.” That earns me a hard slap on the back of my thigh. “Ow! What the hell? I used my goddamn words.”

“Attitude,” he growls. “Now spread your ass open for me so I can get a good look at the hole I’m about to fuck.”

Pushing up on my knees with my head still on the mattress, I arch my ass up the way he likes and grab each of my cheeks, pulling them apart like he asked.

“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs, and then he spreads them farther and spits.

I gasp, because fuck, that was filthy, and then I bear back, my pussy suddenly throbbing with the need to be teased and toyed with, my ass begging to be filled and fucked. Axe reads my body like he always has, giving me exactly what I need as he teases my engorged clit with one hand while working my ass with the other, lubricating my hole with his spit, sliding one finger inside, and then two.

Like he did with my pussy, he finger fucks my ass slow and hard until I can’t help the sounds he’s pulling from my mouth, and then it all stops. I whimper in protest as he pulls out.

He chuckles and says, “Stay just like that.” Then he yanks open his bedside table drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube. He squeezes a large dollop onto my asshole and then more onto his cock, fisting it over his length before he says, “Wider for me, Kitty.”

I obey, arching my back and pressing my ass up higher, spreading my cheeks as far as I can so he can take me exactly how he wants.

He presses his tip to my entrance, and I force my body to relax as he pushes in, slowly stretching my asshole with his cock until he’s fully sheathed inside me.

We both groan, and he leans over, gently tugging my hair and tipping my chin up so I meet his stare. “Keep that ass open just like this for me. Ass cheeks spread. You let go, I don’t let you come again. Understand?”

Once I’ve gasped my agreement, he moves, sliding in and out as he fucks my ass slow and deep. I bury my head in my pillow, taking every inch, every thrust, a huffed breath escaping my mouth every time he pulls out and then pushes back in.

He grips where my hips meet my thighs and picks up his pace. “Can you take more, Kitty?”

“Yes, harder.”

A growl rumbles from his throat, and he doesn’t hold back. He slams into me over and over again, with long, deep thrusts. The pleasure builds deep in the pit of my stomach as he takes me how I need him to—hard and rough and without hesitation. With the harshness that always clings to him that I’ve completely fallen in love with.

“Fingers between your legs, Kitty. Make yourself come on my cock,” he practically snarls.

I release my ass cheeks before I move my fingers to my pussy and start working my clit, circling it as he pummels into me harder.

“You’re taking me so well. Like this tight little ass was fucking made for my dick.”

Axe slaps my ass cheek hard, and pain radiates against my skin as my pussy floods with heat. He spanks me again, and then again, harder each time. It’s too much. It feels too fucking good. My orgasm builds in a deep, slow pulse between my legs, growing stronger as he fucks me. The muscles in my stomach clench and I tumble over the edge of pleasure, moaning loudly into the pillow as my climax storms through my body.

“Fuck,” Axe grunts. He fucks me faster, relentlessly pounding harder and harder until he jerks forward, releasing his load into my ass. He collapses on top of me. “Goddamn, Kitty,” he says, breath uneven, heart thrashing against my back. “I’ll die if I ever have to go without this.”

I laugh as he slides out and flops down beside me. “Without what? Anal?”

“All of it. You.” He pulls me into his chest, and a wave of exhaustion washes over me again and a heavy cloud of sleep presses down on my eyelids.

He kisses my forehead, and I’m drifting to sleep, so I don’t quite hear the three words he murmurs against my skin.

* * *

I sit cross-legged on Axe’s couch, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram, avoiding my laptop. It’s just past three, and I’ve spent the better part of the afternoon trying to figure out what the hell I want to do with my life.

I was standing there under the hot stream of the shower this morning, head dipped back, the remnants of Axe’s cum finally scrubbed from my thighs and ass, when it dawned on me. I don’t have a job anymore.

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