“Jesus,” he groaned roughly. She was so damn sweet. “I don’t think I can take much more of this, Sophie.?
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She turned her head on the pillow and watched him as he stroked his raging erection. “You don’t have to, Thomas.”
He clenched his teeth. “Actually, I do. You’re nowhere near ready to get fucked in the ass,” he stated bluntly. He forced himself to drop his erection. She was nowhere near being ready to be fucked in the ass by that.
By him.
He grimaced at the agony of the lack of stimulation on his cock. Restraining Sophie, touching her, feeling her come, spanking her . . . all of it had combined to make him ready to explode at a few strokes.
Sophie lifted her head off the pillow, her eyes on him.
“Try it.”
“Try what?” he asked warily.
“Try and put it in my ass.”
For what was probably only two cock-throbbing moments, but what felt like an eternity, he just stared at her.
“You don’t understand, Sophie. It’ll take a lot of patience and control on my part.”
“You can do it, Thomas. I trust you.”
He shut his eyes briefly, finding looking at her honest, lovely face a trial at that moment. He hated himself for it, but even as he tried to deny the allure of her, he was moving.
He shoved his underwear and shorts off his legs. The bedsprings creaked when he crawled onto the mattress. Sweat beaded on his abdomen as he looked at Sophie, naked and restrained before him, her ass blushing from his spankings.
Lust roared through his veins. He reached for the lubricant.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” he rasped as he spread the lubricant all over his cock. He didn’t know if he was making the vow to her or himself, but he suspected the latter. “I’ll . . . I’ll wait for another time, when I have something to prepare you better. I’m just going to . . . to ...” He’d lost the ability to speak as blinding need tightened every muscle in his body. He lifted his cock and spread one of Sophie’s ass cheeks. “Put the tip in you. I just want to feel your ass around my cock.”
“I’ll tell you if I want you to stop, Thomas. I want to try it.”
He blinked some sweat out of his eyes as he pushed the tip of his well-lubricated cock to her asshole. Why had she sounded so certain? She didn’t realize how dangerous he was, that he might lose control . . . detonate like a bomb? Her calm trust in him caused a taut friction in his stormy spirit.
Her body tightened, resisting him when he pushed his cock head against her rectum, willing her to open for him.
“You have to press against it, Sophie, ”he said tightly.“ Awww—” He bit off his groan as she did what he requested and his cock head squeezed into her ass. For a few seconds, he just knelt there and panted, praying silently to reestablish a splintering control, the tip of his cock throbbing in Sophie’s ass. It was a cruel challenge. All he could consider was the mindless nirvana that would come from plunging in and out of her hot little hole, fast and furious.
His balls pinched in agony, the semen in them feeling like it was boiling, like it was going to erupt into Sophie’s ass whether he wanted it to or not.
And God, did he want it.
He flexed his hips, sinking into her a quarter of an inch farther. Hot spikes of pleasure rippled through his flesh.
“Sophie?” he asked roughly. She was so silent. He needed to hear her voice.
She turned her chin, trying to look back at him. Tendrils of blonde hair fell on her face, but beneath him he thought he caught a nuance of the tension in her muscles.
“Are you all right?”
The eye that was turned toward him was opened wide, but he didn’t sense any discomfort in her expression.
“It . . . feels strange,” she murmured.
He winced, both at her words and the pleasure of pushing his cock another half-inch into her. She moaned softly and he cursed. The sensation of her ass constricting the top of his cock in an elastic-tight, hot grip sent another convulsion through his flesh.