Chapter 8
If I can’t have her pussy, I’ll take her ass.
The look on her face automatically contorts to that of concern. I hold my index finger up next to the little cylinder. “This is one of the smallest they make. You’re barely going to notice it’s there. But I need to be inside you — and this is the only way I can have you.”
God, those delicious lips of hers tremble as she looks up at me. I can see the wanton desire etched across her face. A surge of possessiveness runs through me as I recognize what that look means. She wants me, too. My grip increases on the items I brought into the shower with me, and I play out a battle — doing everything to convince myself not to throw her into my bed and ravage her right here and now.
I don’t know if I can last much longer, so I need to take action. “I need to get that virgin ass of yours warmed up for this big boy. Spread your legs. Hands on the tile.”
She keeps her eyes on me as she turns. She leans her hands up against the tile as directed and spreads her legs out. The water runs down her back and over the curvature of her hips and ass, and it’s a mesmerizing site. The droplets coursing around her skin and running down her legs. I use a directing hand to guide her to bend further — dipping her to a near ninety-degree angle.
This is not helping my self-control. Her pussy lips are open to me, my cock is still in the perpetual state of arousal it has been in since she has arrived, and this is the perfect angle for me to just take her. I squeeze lubricant onto the butt plug, instead. She’s still watching me, her teeth digging into that bottom lip of hers.
I take a knee on the tile floor behind her and place my hand on the back of her thigh. She’s tense. This won’t work. “You need to relax, dirty girl.”
I know something that will help. I open up her ass cheeks with one hand and run my tongue from her pussy lips to her asshole. She tenses up more at first, but I know she’s about to melt. I repeat the motion, lapping up her juices and the water alike. I can feel her swollen clitoris, but I direct my attention to that tight bud I want to be inside of. I round my tongue around that forbidden place between her ass cheeks, and I know my dirty little virgin wants more. She dips the small of her back, angling her ass to give me better access, and I can hear the moans she’s trying to stifle.
Grace’s knees buckle, and her muscles relax. She becomes a bit unsteady on her feet. That’s a good girl. I use my finger first, pushing against her tight hole to give her an idea of the pressure. The tightness in her muscles gives way as I continue to lick and push. Next, I lube up that sensitive area and press in. There’s a high pitched groan, but she pushes her ass backward, asking for more.
I work the small cylinder in and out in shallow thrusts until it is fully seated. I stand up behind her and wrap my hands around her hips as she bends double in front of me. My cock still wants inside of her, and I angle it down until it is seated between her legs and rubbing against her clitoris. I bend over top of her, using one hand to support myself against the tiled wall, and the other travels further around and slips between her pussy lips.
I sink my teeth into the nape of her neck and run a finger up and down her slit, making sure that she’s still wet and horny for me. Her juices flowing, Grace is wiggling her rear end into my groin, tempting me to break my oath and bury myself inside of her. I want so badly to take possession of this woman — to take her and call her mine and never let any other man touch her body.
Instead, I straighten up while continuing to finger her clit. I need to see just how dirty my girl is. I take hold of the narrow butt plug once more and grind it in and out of her tight hole in slow, measured movements. I allow my hips to get into the motion, the plug replicating the motion as though it were me thrusting inside of her. Those high pitched moans come more frequently, and her ass twitches against my cock.
She’s so responsive to my touch, it’s driving me crazy. I pick up the pace, moving the plug in and out of her with the more fevered tempo my hips get into as I vicariously fulfill my need to be inside of her. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers as I stroke up and down her slit, and Grace comes hard as I fuck her ass. She goes wobbly, and I pull her bare back up against my chest, wrapping my arms around her to support her from falling.
My lips go to the hollow underneath her jaw, and her breast fits perfectly into the palm of my hand. I massage and kiss, loving how this woman feels against my body. She tips her head back against my shoulder, melting into me, her hands reaching behind her to grab at the back of my head and rub over my wet hair.
I’m in trouble. I’m supposed to be training this woman to be an escort for other men, and all I want is to have her all to myself.
I pull away, the distance growing between our bodies feeling like a tear opening up inside of me. I grab my towel once more and begin to mop off as though drying myself will brush away the feelings rising up inside of me. I need to push away. “I have to go to the office, but I’ll be home at lunch to insert the next size.”
“The next size?”
Her voice snaps me out of my momentary effort to be a hard ass. She stands at the doorway of the shower, dripping wet — oh, God — in more ways than one. I’m going to have a serious problem keeping my cock under control. That jockstrap is going to get a lot of use this week.
“Yes, Grace. As I said, that’s one of the smaller sizes.” I take my cock by the base and put my index finger up next to it for a size comparison. “You’re going to want something else inside of you in between these two to get you warmed up.”
There’s a red flush from her orgasm still apparent on her breasts and up her neck — so fucking hot. She bites at her bottom lip once more, her eyes slowly traveling from my cock up my chest and into my eyes. “You’re going to—?”
How am I going to handle being this hard all the time? “I’m going to be inside you tonight. Let’s go eat.”