Trust Me (Rough Love #3) by Annabel Joseph Read Free Book Online Page A

started this dirty negotiation, my pussy had grown ten times wetter.
    “Ask for it,” he said. “Ask for what you want.”
    “Please fuck my ass. I want to feel your big, thick cock inside my tight asshole.”
    “I bet you fucking do.” He leaned away. The bed shifted, and he got up. “Don’t move. You stay right there.”
    He didn’t have to tell me. I waited on my side for him to return with the lube. His cock was massively hard, bouncing with each step as he came back to me. He slathered lube over the reddened crown, more than he used when I was a bad girl. I appreciated that he added a little extra to my asshole. My mind was willing—no, eager—for some snuggle anal, but my body was still half-asleep.
    He slid closer to me, easing his cock between my ass cheeks. He pressed on my hole, forcing his way forward. I could feel his fingers against my ass, and then it was just his thick shaft sliding inside me, eased by the extra lube.
    Oh God, it hurt. Of course it always hurt when something that big was forced into a place that small, but it hurt in the most wonderful way possible, because his arms slid around me again and held me close. His stubble scraped the back of my neck as I curled into the pain. His big hands opened against my heart, then one slid up to my neck again. No choking. Just holding. There was no need to subjugate me beyond the firm, steady strokes invading my ass.
    “Is that better?” he said against my ear. “Is that what you needed?”
    “Yes, Sir. Thank you. Oh God, thank you.”
    I added the last thank you because his other caressing hand had found its way down to my clit. He parted me, sliding a fingertip over my throbbing button. I clenched so hard around his cock that he gasped. He slid his hand lower and shoved his fingers into my pussy, filling the space he’d left empty when he decided to fuck my ass. My toes curled with happiness. He had big fucking fingers and he knew how to use them.
    “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” I babbled.
    “Does that feel good?”
    “Oh God.”
    “I’ll take that as a yes.” He shoved his fingers deeper. “Horny little girl. Do you like feeling all filled up?”
    With Price in my life, it was hard to avoid that feeling. He was inside me and around me all the time, and I’d become scarily addicted to his nearness, to the fullness of his mastery.
    He pressed my clit with the heel of his hand as he fingerfucked me, and continued drilling my ass. I was glad Paris made him horny. I clung to his arms, climbing toward orgasm. “Please, please,” I whispered. I meant Please don’t stop. Please let me come.
    He pressed against me, all down my back and thighs, like he wanted to become part of me. But he was already part of me, more than anyone else had been.
    Please, please, please…
    “Come,” he said. Not Are you going to come? Or I want you to come . Just the simple command. Come. He slid deep inside my ass and stayed there, allowing me to jerk off on his fingers while I was impaled. I felt warm, safe, and of course, deliciously filled up. The orgasm unfolded like the best morning orgasms, in a shatteringly intense rumble of sensation. The earthquake started in my pussy and ass, then reverberated out to the rest of my body, until my nipples were aching and my toes were once again curled in ecstasy.
    It was a long time before I uncurled them. I felt him shuddering at my back, stifling the roar that sometimes accompanied his orgasms. This was too close and snuggly for that. Instead I got another volley of kisses along my neck, and another hard bite on my ear.
    “Ow,” I said, even though I barely felt it. My pussy was still contracting around his fingers, and my ass still felt full. I sighed when he finally pulled away.
    “That was wonderful,” I whispered.
    “Wonderful and naughty.”
    I turned and nestled against his chest. “You make me so naughty.”
    He laughed. “I think you were plenty naughty before I came along. I just know how to