Orient Fevre by Lizzie Lynn Lee Page A

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    “God, kitten.” Levy slipped a hand between our bellies, then found my clitoris and rolled it with his fingers. “Cream for me, just like that. Fuck.”
    He tried to move, but I was gripping his cock hard with my pussy. He groaned.
    Another orgasm hit me from the way he played with my clit. I gripped him, unable to control myself. I almost shifted when I lost my control. My sharp cat nails scraped his back. I might have drawn blood, too, but he didn’t seem to notice. I exploded. I bit his shoulder as I climaxed. My ears rang and my heart wanted to burst from my chest. The world faded.
    Pure ecstasy.
    I was dazed when I crashed back into reality. He cooed me endearments in husky murmurs, telling me how much he loved the way my pussy felt. I trembled from head to toe, my body swathed in perspiration as a pleasant tingly feeling enveloped me in sweet succulent bliss. I wished it would never end.
    Levy captured my mouth with his, kissing me deeply. He withdrew from me, leaving a trail of our lust elixir on my stomach. He then leant to my side and flipped me on my stomach.
    “Now, the grand finale.”
    I’d barely digested what he meant when he pushed my thighs wide apart, and positioned himself at my ass. I felt his hands part my ass cheeks as his thumb caressed my asshole.
    “Oh, God,” I gasped.
    He wanted to claim my ass cherry. A dark thrill sparked inside me. He rubbed my swollen pussy, collecting my dew and oiling my ass with it. I keened when he pushed a finger into my anus. The lewd, tawdry feeling seized me. It felt strangely good, so forbidden, so naughty, but so good. My sphincter tightened around his finger, protesting his intrusion. He pushed his finger all the way in until the pad of his palm hit my perineum, before finger-fucking me until I became relaxed, accustomed with what would come next.
    Levy leant down, kissing my nape. His hot breath seared my feverish skin. “Are you ready?”
    I looked at him. “Yes.”
    He brushed his lips over mine, kissing me open-mouthed. He pulled his finger out to grab his cock. I whimpered as his blunt tip nudged my anus. A flash of panic flared across my mind. Will he fit? I don’t think he will. Oh, God, he’s going to hurt me.
    Levy seemed to notice my panic. He paused and whispered, “Don’t worry. It’ll be good. Trust me.”
    Trust me . Silly as it might have sounded, but at that very moment, I trusted him. He’d saved me from Mac and I owed him my life. I knew I could trust him on giving me a forbidden pleasure. I halted my breath as he pushed in. His cock slid away even though I was trying to relax. He tried again, poising his tip on my anus as he pushed in. I hissed through my clenched teeth, my hands clawing the duvet. The rings of my sphincter gave way and let him in. He speared me open, unabashedly, plunging his big fat cock into my virgin anus, plundering me from the last strands of innocence I had.
    A new pain singed me, then burned me alive. He worked in small thrusts, hummingbird-like jabs, sweet and fluttery, stretching me open, filling me full. I bit my lower lip so I wouldn’t scream. My sphincter contracted in desperation against his assault, but he kept ploughing in, steady, but sure, his cream-glazed cock burrowing into my ass until he was sated from his new conquest.
    Levy shifted fully on top of me and pressed his body against mine. Skin to skin. With it, he pushed himself all the way in, shoving whatever was left deeply into me until our bodies locked into one.
    I had to scream. The pain. The pleasure. And a dozen other sensations I couldn’t even describe with words. I might have cried, too, because I felt hot tears running down my cheeks, and they weren’t perspiration.
    “ Sssh, kitten, relax, honey, I’ll make it good.” Levy laved the side of my jaw. “I’ll make it good. Promise. All you need to do is relax.”
    I felt half-mad and I half-enjoyed it. It was easy for him to say, he wasn’t the one who was being