Isabella
He was plunging, then pulling at me—gently at first, but faster as his impatience began to seep through. I kept forcing myself to relax, pressing back as his thumbs stretched me open.
I groaned into the pillow as his thumbs began to massage me again. He continued the same cycle before pulling out. My asshole felt a little odd, open, exposed in a way I wasn’t quite used to.
The towel was ripped away from my legs, and his weight lifted—only to spread my legs open further.
“Oh,” I yelped at the sudden press of his thumb against my ass.
My head jerked off the pillow, but then his other hand found the space between my thighs, tracing soft, slow circles over my pussy. My head fell back down as the dual assault began to build real tension.
“I rather like you like this,” he murmured, reaching my clit. “Swollen pussy. Stretched asshole. Both holes waiting to be plugged up.”
I pressed my face into the pillows, holding onto them to try and ground myself against his touch, and his filthy words.
“Why don’t you raise those hips and show me how much you want that ass fucking?”
My cheeks burned. No one had ever talked to me like this before. Not this way. Never this dirty. I did as he said—Luke could be many things when he thought I wasn’t watching, but he always excelled at giving me the most mind-blowing orgasms.
Which was why there were towels spread beneath me.
Once I was in position, he removed his thumb from my ass, and when I glanced back, he’d hooked his boxers beneath his balls. Angry pink with salt and pepper had become my favourite colour combination.
I settled on my elbows and continued to watch him smear clear gel over his cock. He liked me watching him. His fist slowed as he added more.
“Do you like seeing my cock, Bella?” he asked, his hand reaching the tip. “Do you like seeing what you do to me?”
My eyes moved along his abdomen, his chest, until I met his eyes.
“Yes. I love seeing how hard you get for me,” I said, without blinking.
He went still.
And silent.
His lips curled upward by the slightest fraction.
“Why don’t you reach back and hold yourself open for me, darling?” he asked, baiting me.
I didn’t reply. I lowered my face back to the pillow and reached behind me. My flesh was slick with oil, but I pulled my cheeks apart anyway. I heard his sharp breath.
He slowly ran his cock between my cheeks, butting it against my pussy before he dragged it back to my ass.
“Right here,” he whispered, pressing his heavy, wet cock against me.
It seemed impossible.
“Stretch it out, baby,” he said, pushing forward.
I pulled harder.
The tip of his cock spread my hole open.
“Yeah, Bella. Take my cock in that asshole,” he groaned. “Let me fuck that tight little hole.”
I panted through the pain, but I still tilted my hips, offering him more of me.
“You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he said, sliding the tip in and out until my muscles finally gave.
“Oh god, Luke. That feels—”
I lost my train of thought.
In and out.
Slowly. Faster.
Inching deeper.
“You can let go now, sweetness. You’re opening up beautifully.”
I could hear the pride in his voice.
I let go. My hands slipped away, and I pressed them into the bed, feeling the rough towel beneath me. His hands gripped my waist, dragging me back, my face sliding across the pillow and bed until I was fully impaled on his cock.
His hands moved around my ass cheeks, massaging my rear in slow circles.
“Yes, Bella. Keep moving,” he rasped.
I genuinely considered it. But I was too afraid. His dick was too big.
“I’m not sure if I can,” I groaned.
His hands moved to my hips.
“Spread your knees wider, but keep that ass nice and high,” he murmured.
The wider I spread my legs, the lower I sank. I pressed my face into the bedding and held on, arching myself to raise my ass as high as I could manage.
“Good. Now I’ll help you.”
“How gracious,” I muttered.
I could feel him move closer. The mattress dipped, and his fingers curled around my hips. I closed my eyes. It didn’t help when he began to move.
“Play with your pussy, darling. Let yourself appreciate this ass fuck,” he drawled, holding himself deep.
That wasn’t a bad idea. It could be a distraction—that was a lie.
Nothing could distract me from what was about to happen to my poor ass.
I turned, pressing my cheek into the bed.
Then I pushed my hand beneath myself until I reached between my thighs, sighing as I began to rub my clit.
Years of practice had at least been good for something.
“Go easy on me,” I whispered.
I got an honest answer back.
“I’ll try my best, darling, but it’s a remarkably tight fit.”
I closed my eyes and said a quick prayer.