Chapter Thirteen
I must be dreaming, and it’s such a good dream. I’m being cradled in my husband’s arms as I feel his thick, hard erection running up and down the crack of my ass. I hear his sweet words of devotion and adoration as his hand comes around and firmly cups my breast while my ass presses into his cock.
And then I manage to push myself to the surface of reality. This isn’t a dream, and it’s not Turner who is up against me. It’s Trent. He is moaning and grinding into my ass. His hands run over it, fondling and caressing it with the light touch of a feather. He slips my panties to the side and slides his finger up and down my crack. I feel my body responding as his finger starts to rim the edges of my puckered entrance. My eyes spring open and before I know it, he has me flipped over and lying flat on my stomach.
“What are you doing?” I squeak.
“I woke up with my dick so fucking hard from the best dream I have had in a long time.”
I’m still slightly groggy from sleep so I inhale deeply, swallowing the burning feeling in my throat and forcing my mind to catch up and comprehend his intentions. I can only imagine what this dream has to do with. All of a sudden, it hits me. Oh, shit! Trent wants to fuck me in the ass!
It’s as if he wants to control and stake claim to every part of my body. I cannot allow this to happen. I won’t. I can’t.
“Turner, stop,” I demand.
I pull away from him so we are face to face.
“I don’t want to stop.”
He gently skates his free hand all the way up the side of my stomach and over my breast, and with one finger, trails up the center of my chest until he reaches my chin. He cups it for just a few moments.
Moving over to my cheek, his smooth hands stroke tenderly.
The room is eerily quiet as he continues to stroke my cheek. If I didn’t know who this man was, I would think he truly cared by the way his touch is making me feel. It’s a loving and caring touch, touches to calm me and soothe me, to convince me to let him do this. This is something I have never done before, and if I did, I would want it to be with the man I love.
I am scared out of my ever-loving mind to have this man touch me in one of my most intimate places. I close my eyes and again bring Turner’s face into my mind, but the fucked up, twisted thing about picturing Turner’s face is that I am also seeing Trent. Fuck me!
Can I conjure up enough strength to do this? It’s all a part of the long road to get to the eye of this shit storm I am living in. Anything and everything I have to endure and go through is all for one simple word. Love. I love my husband and I need him back. I need to know he is safe and alive, even though every part of my ruptured and bleeding heart will be smashed into a million pieces, never to be put back together again.
“Are you with me baby? You’re quiet and shaking.”
In different circumstances the lightness in his voice would make me feel more at ease with this, save for the fact these circumstances have been brought on by his actions. Nothing he says or does will make this any easier on myself.
“I’m just scared. This is something we have never done before. Is this what your dream was about?”
I tilt my head to side even though he cannot see me.
“Yes it was. I woke up with this massive hard on wanting so badly to finish what we started in my dream. For me to claim your sweet, round ass. For me to claim every part of you. I need this. Together we can make this feel so fucking good for the two of us.”
Fuck, so that is what this is all about. He wants to claim me and mark me in a spot where Turner has never been. He’s a sick fuck who scares the living hell out of me. What if I say no? What will he do?
I lie here in the dark with my enemy with my emotions going back and forth. I’m as twisted and fucked up as he is. Do I believe he won’t make me do anything I don’t want to do? Yes. I believe it. Not because he seriously doesn’t want to. The reason is simple. Whatever plan he has been working hard at isn’t complete yet and just like me he has to do everything he can to keep his game heading in the right direction.
This man can fuck, and he fucks well. Sex isn’t a game, though, and neither is fucking someone in her most intimate place. Oh, God, please forgive me for the way I am thinking right now. How can I hate someone so much, and yet the mere thought of him fucking me sends a thrill spiraling through my body which arrows straight to my throbbing pussy.
Consequences be damned. I want this. Whatever carnal drug he has slipped into my warped brain has me willing to burn in the fiery depths of hell just to experience the pleasure I know awaits me. My core clenches and my ass begs for his touch.
Clove Calloway no longer exists in this moment. She has been replaced by a woman I don’t recognize. Two minutes ago, that other Clove was scared to death of the thought of this stranger touching her there, wishing and hoping it was her husband instead. But now, the thought of what is coming, of him doing something to me that no one has ever done before, has me dripping wet.
I spread my legs and lie back on the bed, hearing him gasp as soon as my head hits the pillow.
“Is this a yes?” he asks with hushed excitement.
“Yes.”
His hands trail down the back of my leg until they hit the curve of my ass. Without any warning, he grabs my panties and rips them off my body, making me shudder.
“Fuck. Do you have any idea how good this is going to feel for both of us? I promise to make it so good for you, babe. You will be begging me to fuck this sweet, tight ass of yours every chance we get once we’re done.”
His hands graze across my pussy as he slides one finger in and with precision starts to stroke me until I am lifting my ass up and pressing myself as far as I can go onto his hand.
“You are so damn responsive. I love that about you.”
Out of the blue he stops his assault on my core, moving his hand to my rosebud and coating the outside with my wetness. He repeats this action several times teasingly as he dips his finger into me and then back out again, lubricating the rim of my ass until unexpectedly I feel the tip of his finger dip inside my dark hole. My first instinct is to push his finger right back out. I pinch my eyes shut trying to overcome this intrusion as he sinks his finger in further and further.
“Jesus Fucking Christ! You are going to grip my cock so hard with this tight hole and squeeze the ever-loving hell out of me. Hang with me. I just need to help loosen you up and get you nice and wet so I can get in there. Flip over for me.”
Trent helps guide me over onto my stomach.
“Are you okay?” he asks as he hovers behind me and pulls me up onto my hands and knees.
“I’m more than okay.”
And I am. My pussy is pulsing with a wave of warmth emanating from somewhere deep within and my ass is constricting and clenching as if it knows what is in store for it.
I hear Trent do away with his clothes then the bed dips behind me and he pulls me back up against him. I swallow nervously when I hear the snap of a cap being opened. My back is facing him, but when I turn to see what it is, he places the palm of his hand on the middle of my back as if to halt me.
“W-what is that?”
Nerves that were not there just a few minutes ago have surfaced making me hyper aware of what I am about to do.
“It’s lube. I bought at the store the other day. I’ve always wanted to try it.”
The first glimmers of daylight are dawning through the window. This time I do turn all the way around to see what he is doing. I choke back a gasp as my eyes land on Trent’s rock hard cock, which is in his hand as he strokes himself up and down, applying the lube.
Jesus Christ! I am turned on like never before as he continues to fondle his large dick. Juices begin to seep out of my core and onto my leg at the sight.
Our gazes connect and for a fleeting moment I swear that I see the same look in his eyes as Turner always had whenever we made love. No, it can’t be. It has to be my fucked up mind playing even more damn tricks on me. There is no way in hell this man has one ounce of care for me.
This man wants what he wants, and common sense tells me to get the hell off of this bed and run, but I won’t. I have turned into a selfish human being as I watch him lower himself over me until his front is against my back. His mouth devours mine and his hand reaches around and pinches my nipple, causing my ass to push itself into him of its own accord. My greedy body betrays my mind as I prepare for the rawest, most primal fuck of my life.
“I’ve been thinking long and hard about what I am going to do to you. Been yearning for this sweet ass every motherfucking day. The way it sways back and forth when you walk. Whenever you bend over in front of me. It’s mine. No one else’s but mine. I am going to make you scream as I watch your cum drip all over these sheets.”
I jolt at his words of seduction. My faculty of speech is gone as every part of my body starts to throb with want and need.
“Let me have your mouth. My tongue needs to fuck yours and there isn’t a flavor of your body I don’t crave.”
He doesn’t give me time to react, he just takes what he wants and drives his tongue into my mouth, kissing me so wild and passionately that I feel a hot summer storm brewing under my skin. Sweat begins to drip from my pores as he tweaks my nipple one last time, hard enough to inflict both pleasure and pain.
His hands graze slowly down my sides until the palms of his hands grip my ass firmly. We break our kiss, both of us moaning and panting heavily. Not wanting to wait any longer for him to fuck me, I claw at the sheets as I lay my head down on the pillow and lift my ass higher in the air.
“Fucking Christ, the light is perfect. I can see your dripping pussy and your ass is begging to be fucked right now, isn’t it?”
My mind is so muddled it takes me a moment to decipher his question and when he spanks my ass, I yelp.
“Answer me. You want my cock to fuck this tight ass, don’t you baby?”
Jesus, his words and the sting from his slap have me about to come already. I don’t hesitate any longer in answering him. I practically scream my head off from the sexual frustration my body is experiencing.
“Yes. Fucking hell, yes! I want you to fuck me.”
His finger penetrates my entrance slowly as he moves in and out of my ass, coaxing it more with my juices. The pressure on my nerve endings has me spinning into unknown bliss and when he pushes in further I cannot help myself. I bring my hand to my clit and apply pressure in small circles. Trent’s finger hits an unfamiliar spot, which along with me rubbing my nub, sends me over the edge as I violently shake through an orgasm that hits me like a Mack truck.
“Fuck, yeah! Ride it out. Give it all to me. All of it,” he begs as he removes his finger and places the tip of his cock at my hole. I’m still coming down from the high of my first orgasm when I feel him push in only a small part of the tip. My eyes pop open and I cringe from the pain. His cock is so much bigger than his finger, and oh, God. It hurts. I pull myself away from him slightly.
“Are you still okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Let’s just go slow.”
“Fuck me, baby. You are so tight. Damn, this feels amazing. The way you’re squeezing my cock makes me want to come right the fuck now.”
He plunges in deeper and a loud moan involuntarily escapes my lips. I should feel like this is an intrusion into this orifice. This is something I have rarely thought of doing before now, and even though I feel like I am being ripped wide open as he sinks his large cock all the way in, the pain gives way to exquisite satisfaction.
I have no control of the whimpers fleeing from my mouth as he starts to slowly move. The feeling is delicious as hell. I have never experienced anything like this in my life. I need more as he starts to fuck me harder and faster. I want to scream at the top of my lungs.
He’s balls deep now and slamming away, the dirty words he’s throwing my way turning me the hell on. My hand reaches for my own pussy and I am on the edge of control when I shove two fingers inside.
“Fucking hell. Oh! Fuck me, baby! I can feel your fingers as my cock fucks you. Jesus . . . please tell me this feels good to you. Please.”
I know letting myself be taken this way is all kinds of wrong and yet his rhythm has me shoving my ass as far into him as I can go. He pulls out and slams into me even harder and I scream so loud I’m sure the neighbors hear me. I’m so far gone I don’t even care.
“I need to hear you say it. Tell me how good this feels. Tell me you have wanted me to fuck you so rough. It’s all for you. I want to do it all for you.”
He’s begging as if he really does care if I feel good or not. I can’t think about what that means right now. All I want is for him to make me come again.
“Harder!” I shout, stroking my fingers wildly in and out of me as he does indeed fuck me with all his might.
I am writhing like an animal. It hurts like hell. It feels better than being fucked in my pussy any day of the week. It definitely feels wrong to love this and I don’t fucking care.
“I am going to come! Oh, God! I am going to come NOW!”
My body lurches forward and I land face first onto my pillow, which muffles my strangled screams as an earth-shattering orgasm rips through my body. Trent keeps pumping my ass with his cock and it takes mere seconds before I feel another one building even stronger than before. He slams into me one last time, yelling my name in a strangled voice.
As I feel his hot come shooting inside me, I lift my hips and detonate right along with him.