Ghostface Killer(62)

"Fuck!" I arch as I throw my hands over my head, the bearskin rug soft against my knuckles.

"I want you to come, Stevie. Just like this." He slides one finger into my wet entrance as he continues to assail my tender bud. He pumps his hand, the dual sensation sending me soaring. I feel him spread the wetness all over my crease, coating the second opening with layers of arousal. The pounding of my heart is like a sledgehammer as I feel him brush against the tight, tense muscle. I talk myself off the ledge at the same time I'm about to swan dive off it. This is Baz. He won't hurt me.

The push and pull of my trust, of my willingness, has me walking a fiery high wire. I want this with him. I want everything with him.

Baz inserts his finger into my pussy at the perfect angle just as my clit aches. It's like thunder suddenly claps inside me, and I come. I propel a scream into the air, and I climax, Baz using my

moment of weakness to breach the doorway of the forbidden temple. I wasn't expecting it, and through the rush of the orgasm, it didn't hurt like I was expecting it would. Like I was prepared for. But Baz is gentle. He takes his time. I'm completely soaked, so his finger glides easily through the taut hole.

Disgusting memories of the past try to invade, but I push them away. I don't want what happened then to affect what's happening now.

Baz continues his slow assault, licking and kissing my clit the entire time. I hiss when his entire finger makes its way inside. The muscle burning as it stretches little by little.




 

 

"Just relax, baby," he coos, continuously pumping his wrist. When my body finally becomes accustomed to one finger, he adds a second.

"Baz," I keen as he presses on, adding more pressure to my pussy with his mouth, while using both his tongue and the pad of his thumb to massage the throbbing bundle of nerves.

"Come again. Just like this."

"I . . . I . . ." I huff, stiffening as he forces the pleasure on me, relentless with his fingers and tongue. "Baz."

"C'mon, baby, come. With my fingers inside all of you." He slides his thumb down my crease and inserts it into my entrance. I shiver uncontrollably as my body is filled, wholly and completely.

"Holy shit!" My voice is a crushed whisper as I writhe. I'm so full, so stimulated, I couldn't stop the slaughter even if I tried.

Baz sucks on my clit, fingers my pussy, and stretches my ass all at the same time, and I literally black out when I come. It's a complete and total meltdown of body and mind. I don't know how long the shudders last, but my limbs are limp and heavy by the time I'm able to flutter my eyes open. I'm so . . . so . . . I don't even know how to explain it. Serene? No, placid. Relaxed. Putty. That's what I am, I'm putty.

I feel Baz smile against my hip. "I'm going to smell like you for a week." He sounds overly pleased.

I grunt, unable to form words at the moment.

"Stevie, take a deep breath," he warns. I do, barely, and as I inhale, he works a third finger into my ass.

"Shit, that hurts." The snap of pain kills my buzz. I'm so fucking full it feels like my muscles can't elasticize another inch.

"I'm sorry." He drops kisses down my slit and lays his head on my thigh. "But I need you to be loose." He stretches the three fingers buried inside me outward, and I moan in painful pleasure. "My cock barely fit's in your pussy, and I want every inch of it in your ass."

The thought of Baz's long, fat cock makes me stress.

"Don't tense. Stay relaxed." He licks me leisurely. Long, slow, lazy strokes over my clit and through my folds.

This man and his mouth are a lethal combination.

Baz continues to stretch me until his fingers move freely against the muscle. It hurts and it doesn't. The bouts of pleasure chase away the waves of pain.

The gravelly, gruff sounds starting to vibrate from Baz alert me he's ready for more. Ready for the next level.

"I can't stand it anymore, Stevie. I need to be inside you." He rises to his knees with a possessed look in his eye. It's similar to the look he first had when I woke up in this cabin. But it's nowhere near as dangerous or worrisome. It's driven by heroin-pure lust, voracious need, and unbridled want. 

He doesn't withdraw his hand as he grabs for the lube bottle. He handles it awkwardly as he's not a lefty, but manages to pop the top and slather the clear, slick substance all over his cock. It's like a steel rod protruding from between his legs. Unbendable and unforgiving.

We both breathe raggedly but for different reasons.

Baz finally withdraws his fingers, and I feel the muscles of my ass immediately contract. Shit.

"Stevie, stay with me." He must see the apprehension on my face. "We'll go slow, baby." He places his hands on my knees as our eyes connect. I nod. I trust him.