Page 62 of Rock God

“Yes.”

He picked up the pace, bottoming out each time he pushed into me, both of us grunting from the exertion. It was primal and rough, every glide of his cock bringing me closer to ecstasy. My insides tightened and the coiling low in my belly told me I was close. Again.

“Kingston… I need…” It was hard to articulate.

“Flip over.” He abruptly pulled out and lightly smacked my thigh. “Ass up, face on the mattress, knees together.”

I scrambled to get into position, loving how it sounded.

He thrust back in so hard I saw stars. The good kind. The kind that brought me right back to the edge.

“You trust me?” he asked, his voice gruff.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

He pressed a soft kiss between my shoulder blades, taking a moment to settle in between my legs. Then he straightened and started hammering into me. With my legs closed, the pressure was intense, and when he pressed the tip of a finger into my ass, I gasped from the sensation. I wasn’t new to anal, but I didn’t enjoy it, and hadn’t done it in years.

“Kingston, what—”

“You said you trusted me. Let me make you feel good.”

“Fuck.” I closed my eyes and took a shaky breath. “Okay. Yes.”

He kept pounding into me and that damn finger made its way deeper and deeper into my ass. Until I couldn’t tell if it was his cock or his finger driving me crazy. So many sensations, so much pressure. But instead of discomfort, there was nothing but pleasure. Somehow, he found my G-spot from the other side and when he pressed against it, my world flashed white. Then red. Until everything went black. I came so hard I wasn’t sure if I lost consciousness or just became overwhelmed with pleasure.

“That’s it, baby, come again for me.”

He pressed that same spot and electricity shot through me. I’d never been a multiple orgasm girl, but I was with Kingston. The intensity was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and I screamed his name, shaking and pulsing until everything blurred into nothingness. Wave after wave rolled into the next, my body no longer my own. Kingston had me completely under his control, taking me over the edge repeatedly with each stroke.

Finally—finally!—I could breathe again, and my shaking legs collapsed under me. Kingston landed on my back but rolled us to the side, so he could wrap his arms around me, holding me close against his chest.

“That was fun,” he whispered against my ear. “I fucking love how it feels when you come. Both on my face and my cock.”

“I never had a multiple orgasm before.” I was thoughtful as I tried to understand what had just happened. “That was unbelievable.”

“When you’re ready, and we’ve worked up to it, I’ll fuck your ass and it’ll be even better. Trust me, there is no pleasure like anal. You’ll never experience a more intense orgasm than with anal. At least that’s what I’ve been told by more than one woman.”

I moaned. “I don’t think I can take more intense. That was intense enough.”

“Did you like it?”

“Duh.”

He stroked his hands over my breasts. “Trust me to make it good for you. But not yet. It would hurt if we don’t prep you.”

“I’ve done anal,” I said slowly. “It wasn’t… well, let’s just say there was enough tearing to send me to the doctor.”

“Oh, hell.” He hugged me tighter. “I would never, ever do that. We’ll get you prepped before we do anything like that. Promise. And if I suspected tearing, I would stop. Immediately. Seeing that kind of blood isn’t fun for me.”

“There’s other kinds of blood you consider fun?” I asked curiously.

He laughed. “I meant, like, if you’re on your period and we’re in the shower. That kind of blood is still fun. Not the blood itself, but the fact that we’re screwing.”

“Okay. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t into knife play or some other crazy thing I’m not prepared for.”

“I’m into some crazy, but no, nothing like that.”

“Good.”

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