Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

I arch, gasping, out of my mind with pleasure, desperate
for him to thrust deep.
He doesn’t. Instead, he reaches around me and slides his
hand between my ass cheeks until he finds that forbidden little
knot of flesh.
He strokes it with his fingertip.
I’m wet there, too, from all the wetness produced by his
mouth, the vibrator, and my level of extreme excitement. So
wet, all it would take is a gentle push and his finger would
slide inside.
My chest heaves against his. My whole body trembles.
Helpless in their bindings, my hands curl to fists.
Into my ear, Kage says in a throaty voice, “Color?”
He holds himself still above me until I whisper, “Green.”
Then he takes my mouth and pushes his cock deep inside
me.
He fucks me with one hand cupping the back of my head
and the other fondling my ass, playing with it, not pressing in
but simply stroking lightly, around and around.
The sensations are overwhelming.
Him, huge and hot on top of me, his cock, huge and hot
inside of me, his tongue in my mouth and his fingers gently
probing me from behind. I feel utterly surrounded by him.
Swallowed by his dominating masculinity. Consumed.
When he starts to talk to me in Russian—guttural, foreign
words growled hotly into my ear—I’m there. I can’t hold on
any longer. Waves of pleasure bear down on me with
increasing speed until I’m bucking wildly underneath him,
moaning his name.
He kisses me on the throat and commands, “Come.”
Then he breaches that tight little ring of muscle between
my ass cheeks and pushes his finger inside me.
My climax hits me like an explosion.