Free Broken Glass by Arianne Richmonde

found out my wife had been cheating on me, and contrary to Hollywood gossip, I haven’t been screwing around. I really hate using these things and I don’t have another one on me, anyway, so if it’s all right with you . . . ” He buried his face in my neck and breathed me in like I was the most desirable, delicious thing in the world.
    The idea of his bare flesh inside me sent another wave of desire shimmying through my core. But I told him, “I’m not on the pill.” The truth was, if I’d gotten pregnant with Daniel, I wouldn’t have even cared. On the contrary, I’d have been thrilled, but I wanted to be honest.
    In one swift movement Daniel turned me around, and maneuvered me on all fours. He cupped his hand neatly around my mound, the heel of his palm pressing hard against my sensitive opening, and the tips of his fingers on my clit. I pushed into his hand, mini orgasmic aftershocks causing tingles that made me hungry for more. If he kept this up I’d come again.
    “Janie . . . Christ . . . this view . . . your ass, your pretty wet cunt so ready for me again . . . so fucking sexy.”
    His fingers trailed my wetness from between my thighs up along my butt crack, where he massaged me slowly, deliberately, circling my opening, lubricating it with my arousal.
    “Relax, Janie, this part of you is just as beautiful and delicious as the rest.”
    The next thing I knew I sensed his tongue exploring that clandestine part of me. Relief that I’d thoroughly showered, earlier, flooded some part of my sex-numbed brain, because the feeling was so exquisite, so illicit and naughty, that I couldn’t deny this newfound pleasure. Daniel was growling with enjoyment, which turned me on even more. This was wrong, wasn’t it? Like animals we were, me in the doggie position. But Daniel didn’t let up, his tongue probed inside me, his spittle lubricating me even more, teasing me, like a flower bud being forced open. I felt a sudden fullness and became aware of his thumb slipping inside, fitting like a warm welcome. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. He thumb-fucked me, easing it in and out, spreading his spittle inside, swirling it gently around until this invasion of something foreign to me felt completely normal. No pain, just an overwhelming sensation of fullness. At the same time, he kept up the pressure of his fingers on my clit—it was almost too much. Too much going on at once for my heightened senses.
    “I think I’m going to come soon,” I murmured.
    “I should hope so,” he rumbled. “You want more of this? You want it all?”
    “All?”
    “I need to claim this ass, Janie. I won’t be a hundred percent satisfied until I can call every last centimeter of your body mine. Call me greedy, I am.” I could feel the rod of his erection against my thigh; his whopping great dangerous tool that could undo me—maybe cause me acute pain.
    “Try me,” I threw out, bucking rhythmically to the intrusion of his thumb, and rocking against his hand.”
    “You’re sure you’re ready?”
    I moaned in response.
    “I’ll give you just a taste, see how we go. Just the tip of my cock, but I warn you, you’re so fucking hot I could come all over you, come inside you.”
    “Please,” I groaned.
    When he took out his thumb, a needy pounding had me silently begging for all of him. I was scared, tremulous, but thrilled, even my erotic dreams hadn’t taken me this far with Daniel.
    He grabbed my ass with both hands and brought me closer to him. Then I felt his wide crest, lubricated with his pre-cum, probe at my gateway; a gateway to pure pleasure. Or agony? I’d have to find out. My heart was beating a trillion miles an hour.
    He entered me a millimeter.
    “More,” I moaned.
    “Oh, fuck, Janie.” He pushed himself in a little more, and I sensed that wicked fullness again, but this time the feeling far greater, almost depraved.
    “You’ve done this before?” I asked him, my voice a tremor. I hoped