24. Siena #2
“Matti, may I — Matti…” I’m barely coherent as the tension builds across my entire body.
“Come on my cock, kitten,” he orders, and before he can finish the statement, ripples of pleasure tear through my body. I can’t see as stars flashbulb across my eyes, and my pussy gushes on his cock, the wet sounds of him slapping into me filling the penthouse, mixed with my cries.
When my moans begin to subside, he growls, pulling out of me and rubbing the head of his cock against my sensitive clit, dragging out my orgasm in body wrenching ripples. “That’s my girl. You’re almost ready for me. ”
Ready? For what?
Before I can ask, I feel something wet pouring over my exposed ass that I’m still holding open for him and dripping down to my pussy. Then something rims the edge of my anus.
I gasp. “Matti!”
“Relax, kitten. I’m going to make this feel good for you, but you have to trust me.” He massages my back entrance with his fingertip then gently pushes one finger into my ass up to his first knuckle. Every muscle in my body tenses. “Breathe, Siena. Hold your ass open for me and relax.”
I nod, nervous. Though I don’t know how to relax that part of my body, Matti seems to know exactly what to do.
“Tell me you trust me, baby.” There’s yearning in his voice. As much as he wants to fuck me, it’s clear that hearing me say those words is just as necessary to him. I can feel his legs trembling against mine.
“I trust you, Matti,” I whisper.
He relaxes against me, folding over me to drop a kiss between my shoulder blades.
He pauses for a moment, his forehead pressed into that space, and breathes deeply as he pushes his cock inside my wet pussy and slides his finger further past the resistant ring of muscle.
“Do you want to feel my cock push inside your ass like this?”
Keeping his finger in place, he pulls out of my pussy slowly and pushes just the head of his cock back in.
My pussy clenches around him. The words alone make me moan and grind back against him.
Rocking his hips, he pushes his finger deeper into my ass, fucking both my ass and my pussy with the same easy tempo.
“Oh my God, Matti!”
My grip on my ass cheeks is starting to slip, and I press my forehead down to the table.
“Does it hurt, kitten?” He groans the words into my back as he picks up the pace just slightly. I can tell he’s holding back, forcing himself to go slow.
“Yes,” I moan. “It feels so good but hurts, too.”
“Do you like it when it hurts?” he asks, standing straight.
I gasp as cool liquid pours over my ass again, and I look over my shoulder to see Matti pouring more lube as he continues fucking me slowly.
“Oh— oh my— oh my God—” It feels so good, and my hands slip off my ass as I collapse across the table.
Putting down the lube, Matti folds back over me. He bites the skin at the back of my neck as he starts to fuck me faster, sliding one hand around my throat.
“You like feeling me in your ass and your pussy, don’t you, kitten?
I’m going to fuck that sweet pussy of mine until you come again for me, and then I’m going to shove just the head of my dick in your ass and fill you up with my cum.
” His voice is gravelly, and my knees start to give out.
“My wife loves being my whore, doesn’t she? ”
Wife. Whore.
“Fuck! Yes, Matti! Yes!”
Vibrations shoot through parts of my body I didn’t know I had.
The need in his voice, the way his voice drops low as he calls me his wife, his whore, tips me over the edge.
My body convulses on his cock as I come, my cries feral, until I can no longer stand on my own.
Shock waves rip through me, each one carrying me away to a new dimension.
As the tremors of my orgasm begin to soften, I can hear Matti groaning as he pulls his finger out of my ass slowly. I moan and grip his cock tighter with my pussy, not ready to lose him yet.
He groans louder, fucks me harder, faster.
“Baby, are you ready? Are you ready for me in your ass? Fuck, I need to hear you say it, Siena.” His voice is commanding, and I look at him over my shoulder.
His eyes are such a dark blue they’re almost black.
He’s clenching his teeth, barely holding on as he slams into me, staring at my mouth, waiting for the words.
Fucking intoxicating, how much he wants me.
“Siena, tell me ‘yes’ or tell me ‘no’ right fucking now.”
“Please come in my ass, Matti,” I whimper.
He pulls out of my pussy and pushes the head of his cock just inside my ass with a guttural growl.
I gasp as the burning sensation tears through me.
My eyes water and my ass clenches around him, gripping the head of his cock as he grinds into me.
He grabs my arms and pulls my upper body to him, jerking my torso off the table, my back to his chest, my tits bouncing as he rocks me on the head of his cock.
“Holy fuck! Fuck, Siena. FUCK.” He buries his face in my neck, biting down hard, and wraps his arms all the way around me, squeezing me so hard I can barely breathe as he holds me in place and throbs inside me, filling my ass with his cum.
His breathing comes in hard pants, mixing with mine, as he holds me still, nothing between us. Pressing his lips into my neck, he inhales deeply, and breathes out, “Fuck, baby.”
Pulling out of me slowly, he releases me gently back down to the table. He pulls out of me but immediately replaces his cock with something else in my ass. It’s not as thick as he is, but he pushes it deeper than he allowed himself to go, and I exhale hard in surprise .
“Don’t let it fall out, kitten,” he says as he pulls me up off the table. My whole body is shaking, and he scoops me up in his arms. “Time for your training to begin.”
“Training?” I ask dreamily, snuggling into his chest slick with sweat and adjusting to the presence of what this thing is inside me.
He chuckles softly, carrying me into his bedroom. “You’re not ready for me to fuck your ass yet, but when I’m done with you, you will be.”
“Don’t be done with me, Matti,” I say without thinking, and immediately blush.
He crushes me against him, his grip fierce, as if he’s afraid I’ll slip away. Lowering us both onto the bed, he buries his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “Siena, we’re never done. You own me—my heart, my soul, my fucking life. I don’t exist without you.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, my body molding to his, and trail my tongue over the beads of sweat glistening on his chest, tasting salt and the lingering heat of us. “My love,” I whisper, and I realize as I hear myself say the words just how devastatingly true they are.