Page 34 of Feast

He chuckled. “Don’t you like things that make your pussy wet?”

“That’s a very complex question, and worth discussing, but could we maybe save it for another time?”

He chuckled again and tossed the lube aside. “So eager to get fucked. Hold those cheeks open for me, sugar.”

She twisted her wrists as much as the bindings would allow, reaching down to grab her ass. She dug her fingers in, which was probably uncomfortable, and pulled them apart.

Her asshole glistened with its coating of lube, fluttered with eagerness, and he decided to give it what it was begging for.

He braced one hand on her lower back, wrapped the other around the base of his dick, and aimed for the bullseye.

She went dead still when he made contact, holding her breath in anticipation.

“Breathe,” he ordered, and when he heard her shaky exhale, pushed forward.

Her butthole gave way like soft butter, and he sunk in a full two inches on the first push. The muscle seemed to swallow him, wrapping around the head of his dick in a slick hug, warm and tight and so fucking good it was all he could do to stay still.

“Holy cow,” she whispered, fingers digging so hard into the soft flesh of her ass he wouldn’t be surprised to see bruises later. “Where is all that dick coming from?”

“Same place it did yesterday,” he told her and shifted so he gripped her hips in both hands.

“It feels a lot fatter,” she stammered. “Give me a second, okay?”

“Take all the time you need.”

She was silent but for her breathing, and after a few careful, measured breaths he felt a slight easing of the tightness in the ring of muscle clamped around his dick. Her fingers flexed, easing the death grip she had on her ass cheeks—though she still kept them spread.

“Okay,” she said after a moment. “Give me a little more.”

He did as she asked, forcing another inch past the velvet vise of her sphincter, and could’ve sworn he felt her low moan in his balls.

Taking it as a thumbs up, he carefully pressed on, stopping once more when she asked him to. When he finally sank in that last inch, his thighs firm against hers and his balls nestled in the wet heat of her pussy, his groan mingled with hers.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he grunted, digging his fingers into her hips to keep from thrusting like the aforementioned demented clown.

“I’m so full,” she moaned in answer. “Seriously, where did you get all that dick?”

His bark of laughter made his cock bounce in her ass.

“Holy Jesus,” she choked out.

“You like that?” he asked and flexed his pelvis to do it again.

“Witchcraft,” she moaned. “Sorcery.”

He was laughing so hard he nearly lost his footing. “You saying my dick is magic?”

“Cursed, maybe. If it was magic I’d be coming by now.”

“You just can’t stop sassing, can you?” he asked, and since she was still holding her ass cheeks spread, slapped the outside of one thigh.

“I stop sassing when I start coming,” she shot back.

“I start fucking when I hear begging,” he countered and smacked her other thigh.

“Right, right.” She took a deep breath, blew it out. “Will you please, pretty please, pretty please with sugar on top, fuck my ass?”

“Who are you talking to?” he wondered out loud. “I didn’t hearDaddy, so it can’t be me.”

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