Page 85 of Masters of Control

She found herself rolled onto her back, Q grinning down at her.

“Nothing wrong with that,” he said, the hand that wasn’t still curved around her ass coming up to fondle her breast. “I know you have the lube.”

Lowering his head, Q took her lips in a kiss as his hips thrust his cock against her. Yup. Fully hard. He wanted her ass bad. Sam grabbed his shoulders as he moved, lifting his lower body so he could kneel between her legs, hiking both of her knees up so he could grope her ass while their tongues danced. His cock rubbed against her inner thighs and pussy, which clenched emptily.

She wanted him. Wanted to give herself fully to him. Moaning against his lips, she tilted her hips up. Felt his fingers prying her cheeks apart, one tip brushing over her crinkled hole, and she made a small noise in the back of her throat as her nerve endings lit up with interest.

Pulling away from the kiss, Q grinned down at her.

“I want you on all fours, gorgeous girl. I want to see your pretty pink ass while I fuck it.”

Heat bloomed in her cheeks, as well as her core, and Sam shivered a little at his dirty words.

“Yes, Sir.”

Q was considerate enough to pile up some pillows beneath her hips, putting her ass in perfecting presenting position. She moaned as he massaged her cheeks, which were still sensitive from her earlier spanking, though she doubted they were still very pink. Maybe a slight blush.

A lubed finger probed her hole, then pushed in easily, making her moan and wriggle for him.

“That’s a good girl, squeeze my finger like it’s my cock. It’s going to feel so good when I fuck your ass.”

Panting, Sam obligingly squeezed her muscles, feeling the burn of friction increase as she clenched. Her head dropped to her forearms. There was something achingly intimate about anal play and sex—perhaps the trust it required since it could so easily be painful in a non-fun way.

A second finger slid in, Q murmuring words of encouragement and compliments for her sexy ass the whole time. Sam quivered and moaned. His other was stroking her pussy and toying with her clit, arousing her even more as his fingers moved back and forth in her ass, mimicking what his cock would be doing soon. Her body spasmed, and her pussy throbbed as the sensations built.

The fingers slid away, replaced by the thick head of his cock. Sam took a deep breath, doing her best to relax as he pushed in. He was thicker than his fingers, stretching her deliciously, and she moaned at the slight burn as he began to sink inside her. About halfway in, he rocked back, then thrust forward again, opening her up for his pleasure.

The feeling of fullness spread as he moved, going a little deeper with each thrust, leaving her panting and clenching until his groin came to a rest against her cheeks as his fingers gripped her hips. Sam whimpered when he flexed inside her, her pussy pulsing in response. She felt so full.

So good.

“Fuck, your ass feels so good, Sam.” Q pulled out and thrust back in, hard enough to make her groan. It hurt and felt good at the same time as her body adjusted to the impalement.

Leaning forward, he slid his hands up her sides to her breasts, filling his palms with the hanging orbs. Sam moaned again as he rode her, slowly at first, using her breast to help leverage him forward. Every drag of his cock back and forth in her body was achingly sharp, and she throbbed around him. He pinched and twisted her nipples, and she clenched around him as pain and pleasure began to meld together, her pussy quivering in time with his thrusts.

As the sensations began to morph into ecstasy, Q moved harder, faster inside her, taking her just as roughly as he would her pussy, and she loved every moment of it. Each thrust slapped his body against her already sensitized cheeks, reigniting the sting of her spanking. She’d be feeling him inside and out tomorrow.

“Oh, fuck… Q… fuck!”

One hand still firmly massaged her breast, tugging on her nipple, while the other moved to delve between her thighs. Her pussy was soaked when his fingers dipped between her nether lips and rubbed over her swollen clit. Sheer pleasure zipped through her, tightening her muscles, and rousing her passion to a fever pitch.

Q

Sam cried out, her muscles clenching hard around his cock when she began to cum, her hips bucking as she rubbed her clit against his fingers. He could feel her climax, her body rippling beneath his, her tight sheath massaging his cock, sucking him in deeper.

Thrusting hard, he let go of his control, allowing the need take him over and pounding into her as she cried out in ecstasy until his own peak swelled. Hot bliss flowed through him as he buried himself inside her, pulsing and throbbing against her clenching muscles as they milked him, pulling every last wave of pleasure from him.

Panting for breath, he draped himself over her, still fully embedded inside her. His fingers moved in slow, lazy circles on her clit, making her twitch beneath him. With his ear pressed to her back, he could hear her panting, then her breathing slowly coming back to her now that their passion was spent.

Fuck.

That was just as good as he’d imagined it would be.

Hell, it was better.

“I love you.”

Yeah, he hadn’t meant to be that guy and actually say the words out loud.