FILTHY
Raven
TREY PEELS MY shorts off, the stretchy denim rolling away without much effort. My legs tremble while he works his way back up. I tighten my muscles in preparation, wanton and waiting. His fingers skim the edge of my panties, a tantalizing tease. I urge him on with subtle shifts, and a husky chuckle greets my efforts. Trey keeps me waiting a beat longer before hooking into the elastic sides. He drags the silk down my thighs, the soft material drifting painfully slow.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Trey groans while rocking into me.
“Not so bad yourself,” I gasp when he bites my shoulder.
Trey flicks my bra open before sliding it off, the satin rasping against my flaming skin. I push closer, his front to my back, and revel in all the hardness prodding at me. My ass snuggles his dick, but the pesky briefs he’s wearing need to go. My core aches, passion thrumming through me. I’m desperate with need while his fingers dance along my hips.
His palms roam up my sides, the friction makes me squirm. Trey cups my breasts, massaging and squeezing with seductive pressure. When he pinches my nipples, I hiss out a stunned breath.
“How does that feel, baby?” He applies more force, and I almost squeal.
“Good,” I gasp. And I’m not lying. The sting is surprisingly pleasurable, and shocks rush from my center.
“How do you want it, Princess?”
“What do you mean?”
“Should I make love to you soft and slow?” he murmurs into my shoulder. “Or you wanna try something new?”
“Oh, Lord,” I groan. Trey twists my sensitive tips tighter. “You decide. I can’t think straight,” I pant.
“So responsive. You’d love more, yeah?”
I nod frantically because it’s true. What he’s doing is making me hot all over, like a furnace in my lower belly. When he releases me, I choke on a wheeze as the blood rushes back to my tweaked breasts.
His hands travel down before finding a home on my ass. His touch alternates between soft and rough, barely-there rasps before sharp spanks. “This ass, Raven. It’s always calling to me,” Trey mutters.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Hmm, fucking tempting me.” He grips my flesh and drags me in until his length rests along my crack.
I’m a tad hazy and not picking up his clues. My head limply lolls along his chest, Jell-O replacing my limbs. Trey sucks along my neck, gently pulling my sensitive skin between his teeth. My body sags further against him.
“I love how you’re touching me,” I sigh out.
His tongue flicks my earlobe. “This is only the beginning.”
“What’re you gonna do to me?” I question softly, my lashes fluttering.
“Something I’ve never done before.”
“That sounds . . . promising.”
“Figure our first time as a couple should be special.” His thumbs play up my ribs.
A shiver races through me. “I like hearing that.”
“I’m hoping you’ll love this.”
My legs rub together, more than ready. “Enough teasing,” I rasp.
“On the bed,” he commands.
I glance at him over my shoulder, lifting a questioning brow. “Really?”
Trey juts his chin. “Fuck, yes. Don’t question me.” This is a surprise, considering we’ve banged all over town except on an actual mattress. “I want you comfortable and relaxed. Get up there with your ass in the air,” he demands before spanking me lightly.
I quiver in anticipation, my brain full of filthy possibilities. My feet stumble in haste, but I manage to scramble onto his king-size without much trouble. I lower onto my elbows and knees, already slick with wanting. Trey has turned me into a doggie-style fiend, and I’m crazy turned-on at the idea of more. I hear him strip, and my breathing becomes more labored.
The bed dips under his weight as he nestles in behind me. Trey nudges my knees, encouraging me to lower further. He grips my ass and pulls my cheeks apart.
“Do you trust me, Princess?” His husky tone has goosebumps breaking out across my skin.
“Of course. Why?” I’m not concerned about his question until wetness drips onto my back entrance.
What the hell? Did he just spit on me?
When he begins touching me there, sparks shoot up my spine. I try scooting away, but he yanks me back.
“Trey, what the fuck?” I gasp.
One hand softly caresses my lower back while he continues stroking around that forbidden area. “Relax, Raven. Stop struggling and let me touch you. It’s gonna feel real good.”
My head shakes, and I protest, “Not there.”
“Yes,” Trey purrs. “This type of play will be a first for both of us, Princess. How does that sound?”
When he puts it that way . . .
“Really appealing,” I say honestly.
“This’ll be something only we share.” He keeps circling lightly, spreading the moisture, and the foreign sensation isn’t unpleasant. Quite the opposite, if I’m being honest. I love whenever he touches me, so there’s no further objection. I decide to open my mind and go with this.
“If I hate it, you’ll stop?” I ask softly.
His touch disappears. “Always. I’d never force you into anything.”
“O-okay,” I agree. My ass wiggles in permission.
“I’m gonna fix that ache, baby. This is gonna be good for both of us.”
His finger presses along my rim, and I shudder. When he nudges the tip inside, gentle and slow, my arms collapse. Pleasure explodes from my core as he wiggles the digit back and forth. I moan, embarrassingly loud and drawn out.
Trey chuckles. “Yeah, not complaining now, are we?”
“Holy shit,” I whisper into the pillow. This feels good. Like, ridiculous erotic-fantasy good.
As he eases more into me, stars burst behind my lids. There’s more moisture, and he slips deeper. Desire races in my veins, and the intensity is a shock, but I don’t question it. A climax already looms before me, and I want to reach out. Dark thoughts of more take over, like a hidden corner being exposed, and I want to explore every inch.
Trey sinks that finger in all the way before slowly pulling back out. He follows the same motions again, in and out, until my body seems to adjust.
“Talk to me, Princess,” he soothes. “Tell me how it feels.”
This man loves being vocal in bed, and until him, I’d always been quiet. Not anymore. That finger keeps working me higher and higher as I try piecing words together.
I twist my head to the side and lick my lips. “I love it. I never knew something there could feel like this.”
“You make me so damn hard, Raven. I’ve never been this turned on.” His truth spurs me on.
“I’m so wet. How does your finger have so much power?” My voice is a breathy rasp as he drags out before slipping back in.
“Fuuuuck, your ass is so sexy. Sucking me in like quicksand. You love me back here, Princess.” It’s not a question. He knows exactly how much I’m enjoying what he’s doing.
All I can do is whimper in response.
There’s a click, like a lid being opened. Cool drops tickle my hole, and his sunken finger becomes slicker.
“Is that—?”
Trey hums, “Lubing you up. Feeling even better now, huh?”
My brain is too scrambled to answer, but it sure as hell does. The added lubrication allows smooth entrance, my body welcoming his gentle strokes. Trey slides in easily, and there’s no resistance.
“Have you been planning this?” I moan.
“Getting into your ass? Absolutely,” he growls. “Wasn’t sure this would happen, but damn glad I’m prepared. Ready for more?”
I glance up at his handsome face and nod. His eyes burn into me as his finger keeps up the filthy pace. “You’re so fucking stunning.”
There’s pressure as he adds another finger, but it’s oddly delicious. I push against him, wanting it deeper and harder. I’m suddenly eager to come with him buried there. I never thought this type of play would work for me, but I’m already becoming addicted.
When he wiggles his fingers, I almost black out. A hungry groan escapes me.
“Who knew you’d be so into this? I would have popped your anal cherry weeks ago,” Trey murmurs as his fingers twist inside my forbidden hole. The tightness burns, but not in a painful way thanks to the lube. He’s stretching me with each glide and prickles dance along my flesh. Images of taking more filter into my lust-clouded brain. I almost want to try . . . going all the way.
As if reading my mind, Trey drizzles more oil before moving his fingers faster and spreading them wider. The dull ache is fantastic, and my lower belly is tingling in bliss.
“Oh, ohhhh, wow. I could come if you keep going,” I murmur softly.
“That’s right, Princess. And it’s about to get even better.”
I look up when he stops moving. I watch him lift a pink object that looks like a big bottle stopper. I squirm just thinking about where that’s headed.
“This is the good part,” he explains while slicking up the plug. For a moment I’m worried because that object looks a lot larger than his fingers. I unconsciously wiggle away, and Trey’s eyes snap to mine. “You okay?”
“It’s going to hurt.”
He shakes his head. “I’d never do anything to cause pain. This is only for pleasure, I promise. But I don’t have to use it.”
I take a deep breath and close my eyes. “I trust you, Trey.”
“That’s my girl,” he rumbles as his fingers leave me. In the next moment, he has the plug there. It’s cool and stiff as he presses it into me. There’s resistance that halt his movements, like my body is fighting the larger intrusion. He adds more lube, the cool drops sizzling on my skin. Trey twists the toy around my rim, getting me ready. He uses gentle force, pushing harder, while whispering, “Don’t fight this, Princess. Let me in.”
And I do. I breathe out slowly and relax my muscles. The plug breaches past my tightness and lights up my blood.
Fuck, this is pleasure on another level. The texture of the solid object builds me higher, until I’m ready to pop. I’m trembling as he goes farther with it, testing my limits. I don’t move an inch, waiting for his lead. Trey drives into me lazily, inch by tortuous inch, and I’m drowning in ecstasy. These feelings are so overwhelming it seems like a dream. The size of the plug amplifies every slight shift, like my entire body is an electric wire. He delves further somehow, making the sensations even stronger.
“Soon my dick will be here,” Trey pants while tapping the rubber toy sunk in me. “Would you like that?”
“S-so much,” I mumble along my arm before biting down. He drags the plug out before wedging in, leaving it lodged deep.
“You’re stretching so far, baby. You’ll take me easy, but not today,” he says. Trey’s slick palms caress my ass, touching me sweetly while talking dirty.
A shudder shakes my limbs, and I can’t hold back much longer. “P-please, more,” I beg while rolling my hips.
Trey doesn’t keep me waiting. His dick circles my center, but I’m too blissed out to process what he’s doing. “You think that’s good, Princess? You’re gonna freak the fuck out over this.” When Trey enters me, ecstasy bursts from every pore. His size is difficult to accept with my ass full and he gives shallow pumps.
I feel him in each part of me while silently pleading for these pulsations to go on forever. My world tilts, and a kaleidoscope of color blasts through me. No artificial substance could replicate this type of high. When he pushes further, I’m spread to capacity, yet Trey begs for more.
“I want to own every part of you, Princess. Conquer and claim, like you’ve done to me.”
Somehow, in my muddled brain, I find myself wishing for that too. Shockwaves attack my system before I give up the fight, going limp in his clutches. Trey takes advantage of my surrender, powering forward with a full thrust. He bellows in pleasure, his fingers digging into me. Any moment now, I’m going to rip in half. There’s no doubt.
Once he’s all the way in and there’s no more to take, Trey flips a switch. The plug vibrates to life, and I shatter into unrecognizable pieces.
And what a way to freaking go.