She made a broken sound, her fingers twisting in the sheets. “More.”
Crone smirked. “Greedy little thing.” He added a third finger, stretching her, preparing her, watching her mouth open as she panted and struggled to breathe. His free hand brushed over her nipples, gently squeezing, pinching.
“Fuck… Crone?—”
“Not yet.” He withdrew his fingers from her, her slick heat clinging to him in a final grasping pull that sent a bolt of lust straight through his cock. The obscene sound of her body releasing him filled the quiet room and drew a shiver through her beneath him. Holding her gaze, he reached back and dragged his shirt over his head in one smooth motion.
Sienna’s breath hitched, and the sound of it coiled low in his belly. Her eyes moved over him slowly, drinking him in with a hunger that burned hotter than any touch, every scar and hard plane of him belonging to her in that moment of her looking. The weight of her gaze was a caress along his skin, lighting nerve endings to fresh and trembling life.
That’s it, love. Look your fill. Feed your hunger.
He undid his belt, the leather sliding through the loops with a whisper that drew her thighs together and pulled her breath shallow. Each small sign of her need struck him like a fist to the chest and hardened his resolve to undo her slowly. He tossed the belt aside, popped the button of his fly, and dragged the zip down tooth by tooth, each click feeding the quickening rhythm of her breath.
Her lips parted as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed denim and briefs down over his hips. The cool air found his cock a heartbeat before the heat of her stare landedthere, and a fresh bead of arousal welled at the flushed head of him under the burn of her desire.
“Oh, my,” she whimpered as her gaze locked onto his erection. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
Crone wrapped his fingers around his shaft, giving himself one slow, leisurely stroke. “Like what you see, kitten?”
She swallowed hard and crooned in a husky voice, “Yes, Master Crone. I’ll never grow tired of this view.”
He smirked, stepping closer to the bed. The mattress dipped as he knelt between her thighs, deliberately leaving a slick trail of precum against her skin as he dragged his cock over her. Covering his length with more lube, he kept the movements slow, deliberately teasing.
Sienna whined, her hips lifting in silent pleas.
“Patience,” he murmured. He positioned himself between her thighs and with his hands hard on her hips, he tilted her up. “Ready?” he asked, his voice rough.
She nodded and her lips parted as he positioned himself at her entrance. “I want to watch your face as I take every inch of you.”
“Ohh,” she whimpered as he immediately pressed forward, gently breaching the tight ring of muscle with just the head of his cock. Her breath staggered and her body tensed, but he didn’t rush. He watched the way her ass stretched around him, more and more as he sank deeper, inch by slow inch.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. “Look at you. Taking me so deep.”
She whimpered, one hand clawing at his wrists. “Master Crone—move?—”
He did. Slowly at first, pulling out just enough to make her whine before thrusting back in, deeper this time. Her body opened for him, her ass clenching around his cock, tensing andreleasing with every stroke. The pleasure on her face rocked him to the core.
“That’s it.” He snapped his hips forward. “Take it. Take all of me.”
“Yes!” Her body thrilled under his command. “Harder?—”
Crone obliged, his thrusts growing sharper, more demanding. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, creating a background symphony to her breathless moans. He reached between them, brushing her clit, circling it gently—carefully, so carefully—knowing she was still tender from the whipping.
“Master Crone… holy shit—” She trembled, her thighs shaking with her body strung tight as a bowstring.
“Not yet.” His voice turned into a dark promise. “I’m not done with you.”
He pulled out of her ass, leaving her gasping, and taking the time to roll on a condom to protect her against infection, he flipped her onto her stomach. She barely had time to process before he was back inside her, his cock sinking into her pussy this time with his fingers still working her clit.
“Fuck—” She sobbed, her hips lifting to meet him. “Crone, please?—”
“Please what?” He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “You want to come?”
“Yes—”
“Then beg.”
She whimpered, her body trembling. “Please, Master—please, I need to come?—”
