Big Bad Easy by Ursula Whistler Page B

sucked at her breasts. “My turn. Where did you say those condoms were?”
    “Gym bag,” was all she could say as she struggled to lift her hand to point. She’d tossed them in with the vibrator and lube in case he had refused her tonight. The thought of the lube brought a grin to her face.
    He took her hand and led her behind him. He laid a towel down on the wooden bench along one of the walls. Her gym bag lay beside it. He lifted out the box of condoms. She stayed his hand as she dipped into the bag to bring out the lube.
    “You planned for this.” His eyebrows lifted twice. “I love a woman who thinks ahead.”
    “Serendipity. I didn’t know I wanted you to take me in the ass. You made me want it.” She slid her hand along his rigid cock. He filled her hand, and her pussy juices flowed again as she thought of him stretching the tight hole of her ass. “I use this for self-play.” She turned her back to him and braced her hands on the bench. “I’m so ready for you.”
    His hands massaged her globes and spread her juices from her pussy to her ass. “You look beautiful like this, but I want to see your face.” He lifted her torso. “Lie here.”
    She did what he demanded. This seemed so personal, so connected. Watching him slide the condom over his considerable length, squeezing the lube over the stretched latex, and seeing him put the lube on his hand before pushing into her ass. She closed her eyes as the shadow of an orgasm traveled through her pussy.
    He guided her legs upward, bending her in half. With her knees next to her ears, he held her hips with one hand. His other hand guided his cock to where it bumped her tight hole. He pushed forward.
    As his tip glided into her, a delicious pain turned to delightful stretching. He pulsed. She gasped and relaxed, wanting him deeper inside her ass. She reached past her legs and took hold of his hips. “Give it to me, Jameson. All the way.”
    He pulled out and plunged again, shoving her forward. She cried out as he filled her, stretched her, completed the need she had for him since he first played with her tight rosette.
    “Is that too much?” He barely moved, but she felt every motion, every swirl of his hips as his cock made small thrusts.
    “No. Give me more. Harder. I need it harder.” She dug her fingers into his hips communicating her desire through strength.
    He complied, thrusting in and out, filling her, pleasing her. This invasion of her ass was what she needed. Something on the edge. Something different. She’d never allowed anyone to do this to her, but this man, from his muscles to the intensity of his blue eyes, had inspired this need.
    “Damn, woman. You’re so tight.” He pressed his words out with each plunge. She squeezed the muscles of her hips and legs. “Oh, yes.”
    She smiled and contracted her muscles more, making his thrusts stretch her more. She loved this anal play, from the glaze in his eyes to the swirl of pleasure and pain as his cock stretched her. Her head dipped back as he pulled nearly out of her. She grabbed at him, waiting for the forward thrust of his hips, nearly begging for his shaft to go deeper than before. His cock seemed harder, fuller with the renewed pumping.
    Pleasure filled her again, part from the delicious pressure of his cock in her ass and part from the bliss etched on his face. His grunts echoed with her moans as another orgasm built inside her. She reached between her legs massaging her clit to quicken her release. His pace became frenzied, and the bench rocked with them. Its legs thumped a loud rhythm.
    She cried out as her orgasm overtook her. She opened her eyes and watched as the satisfaction of his release spread across his face. He let out a loud moan, mouth open, eyes shut. His thrusts slowed, then stopped. He still held her hips aloft, and she gripped his thighs as if he were still plunging into her ass.
    “I don’t want to let you go. You felt amazing,” he said in a deep husky