Aspen Excerpt

“All you have to do is say stop,” he whispered, holding still.
“I won’t.”
The open and caring halted, swallowed up by his shadows. Perfect. “Then make sure you say my name when you come.”
“I won’t,” I said again, but it came out weak as his hand slid to my core, already leaving me breathless.
He chuckled, dragging his fingers along my folds. “So wet.” He slipped between the lips of my pussy and played at my opening, pulling moisture around and up to my clit. “I’ll admit, I prefer this—fucking you with my hand rather than some toy. That way I get to feel every hot, silky part of you instead of being tortured by the wet heat I couldn’t have. But I can have it now, can’t I, princess?”
I bit my lip and nodded.
“Can’t. I. Princess?”
Closing my eyes, I released my lip and gave him what I knew he wanted. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Without any warning or build up, he shoved two thick fingers deep until he couldn’t anymore. I jerked against the pinch of pain from his dry fingers forcing their way inside. My cum eased the way, but didn’t erase all the friction—and I didn’t want it to.
I want to make you like the pain.
I wanted to like the pain too. I’d never considered wanting it before, but the way the stinging stretch of his fingers radiated from my core, increasing, rippling heat under my skin. I knew then that I already liked it and desperately wanted more.
I wanted and wanted and wanted.
I lost myself in every sensation, basking in the faux intimacy.
I soaked up the soft chafe of his shirt against my thigh, the weight of his arm across my leg, the pressure of his knuckles digging against my opening, his fingers twisting and curling, pulling moisture back with his thrusts, leaving a mess dripping between my legs.
I liked this part. I learned to love it as each failed orgasm left me with the realization that this was as far as I’d go. My body never failed to get turned on. My mind never struggled to enjoy the connection.
So, I reveled in it.
He leaned closer, his breaths creating a wet heat against my neck. I tipped my head, encouraging him to add another sensory level, but he never moved close enough to kiss me. Instead, he used his mouth for other things.
“I can’t get deep enough inside you.”
“I need more.”
“You’re so tight.”
“Let’s try three inside your little cunt.”
“That’s such a good girl.”
“Yes, princess. Ride my hand.”
“I bet I could fuck you with my whole fist and it wouldn’t be enough.”
“Listen to your greedy pussy. So wet, leaking down my palm.”
“I can’t wait to hear you scream.”
“Scream my name, princess.”
“Come all over me.”
“All for me. Just for me.”
“So fucking sexy.”
“Good girl.”
“Perfect.”
“Come, princess. Come.”