Capturing Caroline by Anya Bast

You are relaxing and widening yourself for
me.”
    He withdrew to
drizzle more of the oil onto her rear, then slid two fingers into
her. She gasped, then moaned at the sensation of him stretching her
muscles so exquisitely. It hurt just a little…just enough to make
pleasure pulse her clit and sear deliciously up her backbone. It
was a small pain, a sweet pain.
    “Caroline,”
murmured Torrent. “You have no idea how exciting this is for
me.”
    “Make love to
me,” she whispered. “Right now. I can’t take this kind of teasing
for long.”
    “Oh, I will,”
he answered. “I want to slide my cock into you every fiber of my
being.”
    She closed her
eyes and he increased the pace of his thrusts. He matched his
thrusts into her cunt and rear with a masterful precision that
nearly made her scream.
    “Come for me,”
Torrent whispered. “I want to hear you moan.”
    She clenched
her fists and bucked on his lap as her climax hit her like a train.
The waves of intense pleasure washed over her, making her cry out.
He rode her through it, lengthening it.
    As the powerful
orgasm ebbed away, he lifted her onto the bed, carefully laying her
on her stomach. Her body seemed like a wet noodle, all the strength
wrung from it.
    He took an
object near her head and coated it with the oil. She lifted her
head weakly. “What are you doing?”
    “This,” Torrent
answered, raising her hips, so she rested on her knees, her pelvis
tipped up and her ass offered to him. He set the tip of the oiled
object to the entrance of her cunt and slowly pushed it inside.
    She moaned and
closed her eyes, fisting the blankets in both hands. The object
felt ridged, wide and long. He pulled it out and pushed it back in,
all the while gently stroking her clit.
    Pleasure flared
to life once again. He thrust the object in and out of her cunt
like it was his cock. She spread her legs further, panting from the
waves of sexual ecstasy radiating through her.
    “Are you ready
for me?” he asked, his voice sounding strained.
    “Ready for
what?”
    She heard the
rustle of clothing being removed, then the smooth, oiled head of
his cock pressed against the entrance of her ass. She jerked.
    He held her
hips steady. The ridged cylinder still filled her cunt. “This will
give you great pleasure, Caroline. Do you trust me?”
    She hesitated,
then nodded.
    “I would never
hurt you.”
    “I know,” she
breathed.
    The crown of
his cock penetrated her entrance, tearing a low moan from her
throat. Inch by slow and careful inch, he pushed inside.
    It brought her
up to the sweet, confusing edge of pain. It played counterpoint to
the unbelievable pleasure, making that pleasure even more
intense.
    He eased within
her deeper and deeper until he finally seated himself base-deep.
“Caroline,” he groaned, “you feel so good.”
    She gripped the
blankets and tried not to buck. Having both orifices completely
filled, one with Torrent and the other by the cylinder, was a
deeply hedonistic experience. It was as though her body had
transformed to a state of pure sexual bliss.
    Then Torrent
began thrusting.
    Caroline could
only hold on against the pressure of Torrent’s body possessing
hers, the slow, delicious slide of his cock relentlessly thrusting
into her ass, while the cylinder also moved in and out of her cunt
with his motions.
    Torrent groaned
low and long, his big hands holding her hips as he took her long
and slow. Every inward thrust of his cock made the cylinder
penetrate her cunt deeper.
    Slipping one
hand down around her waist, he found her plumped and aroused clit
and stroked it. A powerful orgasm hit her immediately, making her
cry out and nearly collapse to the mattress.
    A moment later
and Torrent’s cock jumped inside her. He groaned her name and
spilled deep within her.
    They collapsed
together on the bed he wound his arms around her protectively. He
kissed her forehead. “Now I’ve had every part of your body,” he
murmured.
    She chuckled.
“It’s