Free Flesh: Part Thirteen (The Flesh Series Book 13) by Sky Corgan Page A

That's an out hole, not an in hole.
    Thankfully, he pulls
his finger away. I relax a bit, glad that we're moving on to
something else. One of his hands is still on my ass, spreading my
butt cheeks apart, but I feel no threat from it.
    That is until I feel
his finger return, wet this time. I have no chance to give protest
before he pushes it inside of me.
    My entire body
tenses and I grunt from the intrusion, my muscles involuntarily
squeezing around the intruder. It's like a built-in defense
mechanism, one that I didn't expect.
    Lucian doesn't take
the cues my body is sending. He presses his index finger in even
farther, and I'm amazed when my clit responds with a pulse of
approval. No. No. No. Stupid body. This is definitely not
something I should be enjoying.
    He leaves his finger
inside of me until my body stops resisting. Then he begins to probe.
And for as much as I don't want to admit it, it actually feels pretty
good.
    Considering that
there's nothing I can do to make him stop—and yes, I'm now
using that as an excuse—I decide to soak in the sensation. The
tightness is incredible though my body continues to give protest here
and there while he slides his thick digit in and out of me.
    “ You
feel so amazing back here,” Lucian whispers, and I can hear the
sheer lust in his voice—feel it radiating off of him. “So
tight. I'm probably going to come the second I stick my dick inside
of you.”
    Stick
your..What?!
    My body tenses
again, and I shake my head vigorously while mumbling around the dial,
doing everything in my power to show him that I mean no. Having his
finger inside of me is bad enough. The thought of him shoving his
huge dick up in there just sounds painful.
    “ You
don't like that idea?” Amusement returns to his voice.
    “ Uh
uh.” I continue to shake my head.
    “ Oh,
come on. It will feel really good. I promise.” He leans forward
and licks up the side of my neck, his finger curling inside of me and
causing a new sensation of pleasure that makes my eyes roll into the
back of my head.
    I groan, deciding to
trust him, even though I don't want to. I have a pretty good feeling
that he wouldn't stop even if I spit the dial out and begged him to.
    “ It
will hurt a little, but don't worry. As I said, I doubt I'll last
long, and I promise I'll make you come too. You won't even notice the
pain.” His tone is so creamy and sensual that it actually makes
me want to experience it.
    I grunt in
surrender, and he withdraws from me and slowly pulls his finger out.
My anal muscles squeeze back into place, my butt now feeling totally
weird. I sigh around the dial, a trickle of drool slipping from the
corner of my mouth. My jaw is starting to hurt. Keeping the dial in
my mouth is a real chore. I'm ready for him to take it out.
    The sound of a
zipper being pulled down has my body going rigid. It doesn't take a
genius to figure out what he's doing. Lucian is pulling out his
weapon of mass destruction, and he's about to lay waste to my
asshole. My muscles begin lining up their defense, squeezing as
tightly together as they can to prevent the intrusion.
    “ Relax.”
Lucian gives my ass a gentle slap.
    I groan and pitch a
mini fit, wiggling on the stand the best that I can with my movements
restricted.
    “ Amy,
it won't be that bad. I promise.”
    So many promises. I
wonder if he'll be able to deliver on any of them. Part of me highly
doubts it.
    “ Now
relax for me.” His hands return to my ass, his fingers slipping
between my crack to pry my butt cheeks apart again.
    I know that
resistance is futile, so I feel like there's no choice but to give
in. It will only make things worse if I keep tensing. I've read
enough sex scenes to know that rule.
    “ Good
girl.” Lucian pets down my side before going back to spreading
my ass.
    His other hand
leaves me, and then I feel his glans nudging against my asshole.
Instantly, my body goes rigid though I think it's only from the shock
of his touch, which is dumb