Night Fall on Dark Mountain by Delilah Devlin Page A

the desk.
    He held her up, clasping the notches of her hips and tunneled his cock between her buttocks, nudging harder when he found her tight hole.
    Stasia hadn’t the will to defy him anymore. She wanted him—desperately—any way he wanted to take her. She strained to open her legs and spread her cheeks wider to let him slip deep between. A drop of liquid plopped into her crease, and his cock circled, rubbing the moisture into the puckered ring of tissue.
    Then he was there, pressing hard, working his hips side to side to screw into her, pushing inexorably against the strong muscles poised to prevent his entry. His blunt cockhead pressed forward until she felt her asshole stretch and burn. She whimpered. “You won’t fit.”
    “I’ll fit,” he said, his voice tight. “It’ll hurt all right, but that’s part of the punishment. You have to love the pain first.” He flexed his hips and pushed harder, and suddenly her sphincter gave, and he sank into her, stretching her asshole as it opened just enough let the crown inside.
    A strangled scream ripped from her throat, and she sobbed on her indrawn breath. “It’s too much!”
    More spit dropped, and he circled his hips, pumping in shallow thrusts, just enough to work the lubricant inside her hole. Then an arm curved beneath her belly, and a hand snaked around to sink between her legs. He thumbed her clit and worked two fingers into her greedy cunt, but thankfully didn’t tunnel any deeper into her ass.
    A ragged moan escaped, and she held her hips still, afraid any movement would drive his cock deeper. However, she strained to savor the fullness entering her pussy. “Fuck my cunt, Alec. Please, please fuck my cunt.”
    “Easy, girl. I’m gonna start moving again.”
    “No, no. Just your fingers. Please.”
    “Can’t stop now, baby.” His groan sounded like it came dredged up from his toes. “Feel what I’m doing to your hot, tight pussy?” He finger-fucked her faster, harder—all the while thumbing her clit.
    Stasia’s whole body trembled on the verge of ecstasy. “Deeper, please. Fuck me harder.”
    “Like that?”
    She nodded, keeping her head tucked low in submission—anything to keep his hand working inside her pussy. Christ, I’m so close!
    He dug deeper between her legs. “Relax your asshole, baby. Let me inside. I promise it’ll be worth the pain.”
    “Can’t. It burns!” she said, her voice tightening as she drew closer to the edge.
    “What burns?” he whispered. “Your cunt? Baby, you’re melting around my fingers.” He pulled out and thrust three fingers inside her now, screwing into her, scraping her inner walls with his knuckles, until she couldn’t help but writhe and arch beneath him.
    Her whole body shivered and sweat broke on her forehead and upper lip. Her nipples chafed, engorged and aching, scraping against the edge of the pad.
    His hips pistoned once, and his cock slipped deeper into her ass. “Yes!” she shouted as another ripple convulsed along her channel to caress his fingers. Her ass relaxed its tight grip on his cock, and he glided deep inside, stealing her breath.
    With her pussy and ass so full she couldn’t breathe, Stasia collapsed onto the desk and rolled her head from side to side, surrendering to his harsh mercies.
    Alec shuddered behind her and ground deep into her ass, lifting her bottom as he pumped in and out—burning her ass, ratcheting up her desire until she felt brittle as thin glass, ready to shatter at any moment.
    “OhGodohGodohGod,” she chanted.
    “That’s it, baby. Take it!” he said, slamming his hips against her bottom. His fingers shoved deeper until she swore his whole hand slipped inside and twisted.
    She came howling his name, prickling light exploding behind her clenched eyelids, her body stretching taut as a bowstring.
    When at last he shuddered and come spewed inside her ass, Stasia wept. Alec had conquered her, claimed her in way no man had ever done.
    Somehow, he’d