Chosen by the Governor by Jaye Peaches Page B

often fantasized about what a hard fuck meant, now she knew exactly. It was the dance between pain and pleasure. One moment it was too much, the next it was all she desired. The way he ground into her when he slowed his pace, making her feel every inch of his shaft, was delightful, whereas the head of his cock banging into her was less so. However, she didn’t want him to stop, only have him fill her with his cum.
    She pleaded with all the new words he’d taught her. She rattled off phrases that had no equivalent in English, things that stoked Marco into even greater action. He grunted with his exertions while maintaining his relentless thrusts.
    Freya lost track of time, of the discomforts of the hard table and her sore bottom. She failed to notice the bright sunlight or the view out of the panoramic window behind Marco. Her legs were so weak, she’d no ability to keep them from flopping together. It was Marco who propped her heels against his shoulders and lifted her bottom off the desk to give himself the access he needed to keep fucking her.
    “Come. Now,” he ordered. Remarkably, even in the haze of her fuzzy mind, she heard him and obeyed. He’d stroked her g-spot so many times, it was a blessing to have the relief of another orgasm. Not as powerful as the first, but it caused sufficient cramping around his cock that he growled and spurted into her pussy.
    He flipped her over and left her bent over the desk with her knees buckled. She rested her hot cheek against the cool surface of the desk. He’d gone to fetch something else from his magical drawer. She heard it open and shut.
    An icy coldness splashed over her bottom, then down between her bottom cheeks. She started and her eyes sprang open wide. She twisted onto her side to see what he was doing. He held a bottle of lubricant and squirted a generous amount over his cock. His very erect cock.
    “Please be gentle with me,” she murmured breathlessly.
    He nodded. “I will. Just lie there. You’re nice and relaxed, don’t tense up.”
    She might have been calm when he’d finishing fucking her, but now she was struggled with the temptation to plead clemency and beg him to take her virgin ass some other time.
    He fingered her anus, smearing the cool lubricant around her little hole. He eased his thumb inside and she accepted the intrusion without difficulty. Perhaps she could do this. It wasn’t as if he was a novice.
    “Good, that’s it, sweetness. Let me in.” He plied her with his fingers, stretching out her sphincter, working her anus open for something bigger.
    He rocked his cock along her furrow, back and forth, and occasionally he pressed it against her puckered entrance, testing its readiness. Each time, she tensed and he tut-tutted and eased back.
    “This is mine,” he claimed. Whatever he had planned, it would have to involve all of her. She spread her legs wider and straightened her knees. Something about his confidence fed her own.
    “Yes,” she murmured. “It is.”
    Marco applied more pressure and the head of his cock entered her tight passage. He paused, then inched farther in, stopping and starting, waiting for her to catch her breath and relax again. She hadn’t swooned or screamed. To her amazement, his rod slid deeper, taking her with ease.
    The sensation changed. The discomfort, the burning around her anus, eased and was replaced by an incredible fullness.
    He leaned over and gripped her waist, using it to help him achieve maximum penetration. “Well done.”
    She sighed. He was there, buried to his hilt inside her. Now, he would fuck her, there would be no holding him back. He built gradually, beginning with slow strokes of his shaft from tip to balls, massaging her insides until they grew used to the feeling of his weighty presence.
    When she moaned, signaling her pleasure, he picked up the pace. Rather than grip her waist, he shifted his hands to her shoulders and pinned her down. That should have freaked her out, but it