Caught up in the thrilling sensation, I sway my hips back and forth.
“That’s it,Ahren.Nice and slow. Your ass is as tight as your cunt; it needs to be stretched before it can take my cock.”
The temperature in our room turns roasting when he adds a second finger into the mix. The girth of his fingers and the pace of their pumps should bombard me with worry, but all I am feeling is excitement. Every thrust, every groan, and every wickedly naughty sentence Nikolai produces has the coils in my womb tightening to the point of detonation.
“But don’t worry,Ahren,by the time I’ve finished prepping you, your ass will be dripping as freely as your greedy cunt. I promise you, it’ll feel so good, you’ll beg for me to take you in the ass as often as your cunt.”
My head falls forward as a throaty groan rolls up my chest. His dirty words have my body sinking into euphoria, meaning his fingers can dip inside me even deeper. He scissors them gently, widening my once-clenched hole before increasing the speed of his pumps to match my rocking hips grind for grind. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It is both manic and possessive.
“Oh god,” I moan when his other hand skates around my shuddering body to toy with my clit.
The buzz darting through my womb from him finger-fucking my ass while pinching my clit is mindboggling, equally shocking and mesmerizing. I’ve never been coiled so tight before. It truly feels like I’m losing my mind. I’m seconds from exploding, my moans as erotic as the grunts Nikolai releases when I surrender to the madness.
“Louder,Ahren.Let them hear you,” Nikolai demands as my ass milks his fingers as if they are his cock. “Maybe if everyone hears how much you love this, you’ll answer the pleas of your body faster next time. It wants me any way it can get me; it just needs your mind on board with its plans.”
My orgasm lengthens when Nikolai slips a finger inside my pussy. The sensation of having both holes penetrated at once is excruciating, but in a good, roguishly unexpected way. Knowing what we are doing is taboo makes it even more arousing. Sometimes it truly feels good being bad. Nikolai’s crash into my life proves this without a doubt.
“Please,” I mumble a short time later, my morals lost in a lusty trance. “I need. . . I want. . .”
“What,Ahren? Tell me what you need.” Nikolai’s voice is thick and manly and oh so dangerous. “I’ll give it to you. I’ll give up everything I have before Ieverdisappoint you.”
He scissors his fingers faster, matching the frantic rock of my hips as I strive for my ass to feel the same full feeling his cock gives my pussy. “You, Nikolai. . . Please. . . I want you.”
“Where,Ahren?” His hand moves to my hip to grip my waist, slowing my frantic pace that has the couch feet jumping across the carpet. “In your mouth? Your wet cunt? Or here. . .?” He finalizes his question by doing a prolonged swivel of the fingers in my ass.
“There. . . I want youthere.”
His husky growl rushes my third climax to within an inch of the finish line. “Say it,Ahren.Tell me what you want. I’ll never take anything not willingly given, so you need to give it to me.”
“I want you to fuck me in the ass,” I answer without delay, my mind too fritzed with yearning to let an ounce of embarrassment fill me. “I want you to own every inch of me, to have me as no other man has. I want you to claim me wholly as yours.”
“Oh,Ahren. . .” He could say more, but he doesn’t need to. The veins throbbing through his cock as he coats it in my juices reveal everything he wants to say. He’s been waiting for this moment for months, and he’s not willing to delay it for a moment longer.
“Eyes on me,Ahren,” he requests as his throbbing cock moves from my drenched pussy to my equally glistening ass. “Let me see what I’ve always seen in you. Let me see your eyes while I claim you like no man has.”
His cock tenses against my butt cheek when I lock my eyes with his. After slowly removing his fingers from my rear entrance, he yanks open the side table next to the couch. His eyes rocket to mine when he spots a tube of lube nestled next to an unopened box of condoms.
“You can never be too prepared,” I murmur, quoting what I said to him exactly twelve months ago today.
With a seductive wink, he snags the anal-recommended lube from the drawer, coats his cock in the slippery substance, then braces it against the area pulsating with both eagerness and worry.
I lick my parched lips when he slowly notches in the first inch of his cock. He’s covered with both my arousal and a mammoth load of lube, but the contrasting width between his fingers and his penis is undeniable. Our exchange is now bordering closer to pain than pleasure.
After flattening my torso so I lie smooth across the couch, Nikolai returns his eyes to me. “Breathe and relax,Ahren. I’ll never hurt you, so you don’t need to worry, but if you don’t relax, I’ll never get in.”
Breathing out slowly, I do as instructed. I want this. Not because I want Nikolai to claim me as no other man has, but because there’s more than just pleasure at stake here. I’m giving myself to him wholly and without restraint. I’m becoming his even more than I did a year ago. We are now one.
Butterflies tap dance in my stomach as the dangerous ride I’ve been on the past twelve months reaches a hairpin curve I never saw coming. Thankfully, no matter how sharp the curve, the thrill at the end of every ride is always present, making it not just worthwhile, but joyous.
“That’s it,Ahren.Accept me nice and slow.”
The muscles around my ass stop clenching, allowing the first half of Nikolai’s cock to enter me without the pain I felt accepting the tip. Since I am lying flat, I can’t take all of him as I generally do. I think he positioned me like this so I have time to adjust before being fully hilted.
After giving me time to acclimate to his girth, Nikolai withdraws. Mercifully, he takes it slow, ensuring I don’t feel any of the ripping sensation I’m secretly panicked about. It took my pussy time to adjust to the size of him, so I can’t expect a hole that’s much tighter to adjust without any pain. Although this is painful, it also feels freakishly good.
Hearing the feverish grunts the couch pillow is failing to stifle, Nikolai says, “Talk to me,Ahren.Tell me how it feels. If it hurts, I’ll stop.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg, shocked I’m more worried he’ll stop than I am about the pain I’m feeling. “It feels good. Foreign, but so very good.”
