Page 27 of Orient Fevre


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“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 buggered with a cock that size. But my irritation quickly evaporated when he started to fuck me with long lazy strokes. The pain ebbed away and was replaced with a pleasure so intense, I couldn’t even believe it was possible. Each time he slammed home, I was paralysed by the sinful pleasure that made every one of my nerve endings shriek with untainted ecstasy.

Levy kissed me, laved me, licked my neck, behind my ear, my jaw as he pounded me harder and harder. I gasped between my screams. My throat felt raw and my lungs wanted to explode from my ribcage. My nipples ached and my cunt felt so neglected, it contracted and clasped, desperate to be filled with a cock.

I was burned from the inside out. All of a sudden, what he was doing was no longer enough. I needed him to pinch my nipples, or fuck my pussy with his fingers, anything to counterbalance the maddening pleasure from the way he was fucking me. I groaned and reared my ass to meet his thrust.

“Fuck me,” I rasped, every syllable tinged with sheer desperation. “Fuck me hard.”

“Shit,” Levy growled back.

As if my plea served as fuel to the flame, he hammered me with thrusts that were hard enough to bruise me for days. I needed him to give me the ultimate pleasure that would change us forever.

I mewled as he nailed me down into the bed, one brutal slam after another, his thick cock ravaging my greedy asshole. I was delirious with need as the savage fucks continued. Levy looked as if he was teetering at the edge of his forbearance. He needed to come as badly as I did. The storm of pleasure gathered, threatening to erupt.

“Yes,” I urged him, “oh, babe, please fuck me, fuck me. Harder.”

He roared like a beast, maybe the part of him that wasn’t human responding. The pleasure thickened beyond imagination.

“Harder!” I screamed.

He slammed so hard it almost knocked the air out of my lungs. My body tensed. Every neuron in my brain short-circuited. The storm crashed upon us, sweeping us away in one unmerciful tide to a seemingly never-ending shore. I erupted. Levy climaxed. The world went black for long seconds.

It was heaven, or purgatory, I didn’t know. All I knew was that I was entrapped in a place where nothing mattered. When it ebbed away, I found myself back in my own body, laying, quivering, sobbing and wet, with Levy on top of me, his weight making it hard to breathe.

My battered asshole felt raw, and yet at the same time so sated. He rasped some draconian words that sounded like amazement. His cock grew soft inside me. When he was finally over his orgasm, he withdrew and rolled off me. I felt his cum dripping, oozing on my thighs. He was spent, and so was I. We didn’t talk for quite a while until we finished after-glowing.

I caught his eyes and muttered, “Wow.”

He laughed and pulled me into his arms. I lay there, snuggled tightly like a contented cat, and I was.

“My parents are anxious to see you, Violet. If you are up for it, we should head to D’Keghan tonight. Carlton has chartered a private ship for us. Orient Fevre will be waiting for you here once our formality is concluded.”

“Formality?”

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