Chapter 20 #2
I reached for the bottle again and pumped more lube—directly above her tight little hole—letting it drip down in thick, glossy streams. It slid along the seam, glistening like she’d been anointed.
Then I rubbed it in, slowly. Thoroughly.
I wanted her so wet, so open, she’d feel me after.
And not just between her thighs.
In her fucking soul.
My fingers pumped in and out of her ass, slick now, gliding easier with every motion. I added a final squirt—too much—and let it run down again, deliberately.
Then I held her open.
Both hands on her cheeks, thumbs spreading her until I could see every twitch, every contraction.
“Fucking hell,” I muttered when the lube began to disappear inside her, sucked into her like her body was hungry for it.
Her pussy was flushed and drenched, the scent of her arousal rising thick and heady between us.
I slid my thumb between her folds, finding the soft, velvet heat. She was soaked. Ready.
“Alistair…” she begged, voice half-moan, half-prayer.
I groaned low in my throat, tracing lazy circles around her clit. Her thighs jerked, her hips tilted—offering herself up like a sacrifice.
“Say it,” I murmured, lips brushing her lower back. “Tell me why you did those poses in front of me. Did you want me to fuck your tight little hole while you pretend to do your morning stretches?”
Her head dipped, silent. Defiant.
I swatted her ass, fingers still buried deep inside her.
“Use your words, baby.”
“Yes, sir,” she rasped. “Give me that cock. Show me no mercy.”
Her words made me pause. Still, measured, I withdrew my fingers from both holes, dragging the slick digits across her skin as I stood.
I slid my shorts off, watching her the whole time. She didn’t move.
“My good girl,” I praised.
I grabbed a cushion from the couch and tucked it beneath her hips, forcing her to arch beautifully as I pushed her flat against the mat.
Then I stood over her, cock in hand, slow and deliberate as I coated myself in lube. Not rushed. Not gentle. Just methodical. Like she was about to be claimed.
“Close those legs, baby,” I drawled, gripping her thighs. “I’m going to show you what no mercy feels like.”
I settled over her legs, guiding the blunt head of my cock to her lube-filled hole. No rush. No fumbling.
I wanted her to feel everything.
Sometimes she needed me to make love to her—soft kisses, gentle words, like she was made of fucking porcelain. Other times?
She wanted to be a brat.
She wanted me to grab her, bend her, and fuck her like she was nothing but a dripping little come hole.
Me?
I was here to serve.
She raised her little arse for me, presenting herself like a gift. I adjusted my knees on the mat, steadying myself, one hand spread across the small of her back, the other guiding my cock to that slick, greedy hole.
The head breached her first, slow and firm.
She sucked in a sharp breath.
“Yeah, baby,” I crooned. “Swallow me up. Just like you did the first time.”
I rubbed soothing circles on her lower back, grounding her as her hole stretched around me. “I know how much you love taking me here. So fucking tight. So brave for me.”
It was obscene how good she looked like this—flushed, face pressed to the mat, arms limp at her sides. Her pink lips were parted, soft puffs of breath escaping as she focused on taking me inch by inch.
I rocked my hips shallowly, letting her adjust, letting her feel me.
Most women I’d been with couldn’t even take me in their pussy without tapping out halfway—let alone like this. But Callie?
My girl opened for me like it was her purpose in life.
“My sweet Callie,” I murmured, my voice raw with pride. “You’re perfect like this, you know that? Letting me split your tight hole open. Letting me ruin your arse.”
She whimpered, but her hips pushed back—eager, hungry, obedient.
I fed her more, each inch wrapped in slick pressure and heat. I watched her asshole stretch, the lube squelching softly, and I gave her more—slow, deliberate, worshipful.
Her body trembled, caught between pain and pleasure, and she didn’t stop me. Not once.
“No mercy, you said,” I growled, gripping her hips, tilting mine to push deeper. “So I’m going to keep feeding you this cock until you forget your own name.”
She gasped again, nails curling into the mat.
“Gonna fill this perfect hole until it remembers the shape of me. Until you’re leaking come every time you shift your weight.”
I stilled for a second, buried halfway in, and bent over her—my chest grazing her back, lips brushing her ear.
“I love you like this, baby. Bent over and broken open. Taking me so deep I can feel your heartbeat on my cock.”
Then I braced my weight over her and began to move.
Her cries filled the living room, echoing off the walls, high and breathless—raw pleasure with no shame. But they didn’t stop me. Couldn’t. I kept driving into her, hips snapping with a rhythm only lust and ownership could create. Brutal. Deep. Focused.
I pistoned in and out, each thrust punching a moan from her lips, driving deeper every single time until her knees trembled and her spine arched like she was trying to escape.
“Is this what you needed, Callie?” I asked lazily, slamming in to the base and grinding my hips against her ass. “A nice, deep fuck in the ass. Hmm?”
She couldn’t answer. Her mouth was open, her fingers curled against the mat, trying to hold on.
“Yeah, right there, baby. You feel that?” I growled, rolling my hips to grind the last few inches home, stretching her wide and pulsing inside her.
“H-Hard… to m-miss it,” she panted, voice thin and hoarse from the pressure.
I shook my head at her, amused and fucking gone for her. “Smart mouth,” I muttered.
Then I reared back and slammed into her harder—flesh clapping, the sound filthy and sharp. My hips smacked against her ass with enough force to knock the air from her lungs. She gasped like she’d been punched, but her body stayed right there—open, compliant, and still begging for more.
“Keep squeezing me like that and I’ll fuck you into next week,” I warned, dragging my nails down her spine before gripping her arse cheek tight. “You want that, don’t you? Want to forget your name while I fuck the brat out of you?”
She whimpered in response, back arching again, ass clenching around me.
Fucking perfect.
I felt my balls tighten, heavy with the need to explode inside her. The urge took over—primal, consuming. I braced my palms flat on the floor and started hammering into her, each snap of my hips so hard it knocked the breath from my lungs.
She felt incredible.
Her tight little hole squeezed my entire length, sucking me in like she was made to take it—mine, only mine.
“Y-Yes, there,” she cried, voice splintering as her body yielded again, relaxing just enough for me to push deeper, rougher.
I gave her no mercy.
Not when the lube squirted out from the brutal stretch.
Not when her grunts turned into desperate, high-pitched screams.
Not even when she came around my cock, hole clenching so tight it felt like she was trying to rip me apart.
I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t stop—driving into her until my vision blurred, until every last drop surged from my balls, spilling so deep inside her I swore she’d taste it on her tongue.
Possession. Ruin. Worship. All in one.
I couldn't wait until her next yoga session.