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“Hush now.”
He gently rubs my behind where he’s hit me. Then he leans over me, his hips
digging into my backside, plants a kiss between my shoulder blades and
trails kisses across my back. He’s taken his shirt off, so his chest hair tickles
my back, and his erection presses against me through the rough fabric of his
jeans.
“Open your legs,” he orders.
I move my legs apart.
“Wider.”
I groan and spread my legs wider.
“Good girl,” he breathes. He traces his finger down my back, along the crack
between my buttocks, and over my anus, which shrink at his touch.
“We’re going to ha一ve with some fun with this,” he whispers. What? Fuck!
His finger continues down over my perineum and slowly slides into me.
“I see you’re very wet, Anastasia. From earlier or from now?”
I groan and he eases his finger in and out of me, over and over. I push back
on his hand, relishing the intrusion.
“Oh, Ana, I think it’s both. I think you love being here, like this. Mine.”
I do—oh, I do. He withdraws his finger and smacks me hard once more.
“Tell me,” he whispers, his voice hoarse and urgent.
“Yes, I do,” I whimper.
He smacks me hard once more so I cry out, then sticks two fingers inside
me. He withdraws them immediately, spreading the moisture up over and
around my anus.
“What are you going to do?” I ask, breathless. Oh my . . . is he going to fuck
my ass?
“It’s not what you think,” he murmurs reassuringly. “I told you, one step at time
with this, baby.” I hear the quiet spurt of some liquid, presumably from a tube,
then his fingers are massaging me there again. Lubricating me. . . there! I
squirm as my fear collides with my excitement of the unknown. He smacks
me once more, lower, so he hits my sex. I groan. It feels . . . so good.
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“Keep still,” he says. “And don’t let go.”
“Ah.”
“This is lube.” He spreads some more on me. I try not to wriggle beneath him,
but my heart is pounding, my pulse haywire, as desire and anxiety pump
through me.
“I ha一ve wanted to do
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