That same mocking laugh makes me turn in his direction.What asshole?“No. I just never wanted to.”
“You will tonight.”
This time it isn’t his penis. It’s his thumb that presses against my tightly furrowed muscle, prodding, pushing slightly. There’s pain, but the pleasure of my climax is still pulsating through me. I can’t help tensing, anticipating the pain. I’ve heard it can be painful without lubrication. “But we don’t have?—”
“Have what, Countess?”
“Lube,” I mention, feeling so out of control, so unsure of this whole fucking thing.
The same laugh erupts from his body behind me. Stone slides his hands along my ass, cupping both cheeks. “My innocent little, Countess, so proper. You want me to lube your ass before I take it?”
He plays with me more, steadily moving the pad of his finger. “Yes.”
“Now I wonder where I can get lube?” I hear the thread of humor in his question.
The fact that we are having a conversation about lube while I’m on all fours in a forest with two dead bodies nearby is wild, something no one is going to believe if I tell them.
He moves more slowly this time, dragging it out unlike before. It’s leisurely, and I turn my cheek on the log, my back aches, my knees hurt, my neck is in agony from the position, but I don’t want to stop.
He pushes a finger inside, just the tip, and resumes fucking me. Each time he moves forward with his cock, the pad of his thumb presses against my anus, and soon it feels fucking great.
His heavy balls slap in time with his thrusts and meet each thrust, feeling the tight coil of pleasure start again. He removes his thumb from just outside my ass, and I ask around a deep moan, “I thought you said you were going to fuck me in the ass.”
“Not yet. You said you’re worried about lube, so I’m going to lube your ass.”
“With what?” I cry out when his strokes get faster.
“With my cum, Countess.”
With that statement, he leans forward again and wraps his body back around me. The hard band of one arm is under my breasts, his other hand lands next to mine, gripping the soil with me. His face settles into my neck, and his raspy voice calls my name. I can feel his gun pressing my upper back and shoulder. His hand slides down my belly until he finds my clit, rubbing and swirling his fingers over the tight ball of nerves. His hips pump, his cock pounding against me.
“I’m going to come inside you. Then we’ll have enough for your ass.”
“Shit,” I moan when he rubs his fingers harder.
The sudden jerking of his body, and he pulls out, and I feel a gush of wetness land on my ass. His cum. It’s a foreign feeling, and not for the last time, I wish I could see what I look like with my ass covered in his cum. My ass cheeks are pulled apart, opened by his hands, and the sticky mess is wiped between my crack. He rubs it in, using his cock and fingers.
“There. Perfectly lubed. A perfect mess. My perfect mess. You ready, Countess?”
“Yes.”
Something moves between my legs again. His knife. I remember the ridges. He rubs it back and forth across my ass,and I rear up when it dips into my asshole. When he used it before, it was outrageous. He’s going to fuck my ass with it, and I can’t believe it. His fingers open me up, spreading my ass cheeks. I hear a spitting sound, and I feel something land right on the tightly closed muscle.
He pushes it in slowly, and I bear down. It’s bigger than a finger, and I can feel the unbearable pressure.
“You can barely take my knife, Countess, which means your ass isn’t ready for my cock. This pretty hole is going to need some work. A few days of prep.”
Days?
“Relax, breathe through it.”
He spits again and rubs his finger around the handle inside me, fondling the strained skin and muscle. I close my eyes and breathe deeply, trying to relax my nerves, but no matter how much I try, it still burns and stings, and I feel the tears threaten. “Stop, please.”
He holds it there. It’s barely inside me, but I feel so full already, my ass clenching around the leather handle.
“What do you need, Countess.?”
“It’s not going to work.”
