Free Roses are Red by Jasmine Hill Page A

post-orgasmic glow was making her limbs heavy and languorous.
    “I’m not finished with you yet,” he whispered in her ear.
    “Hmm,” she muttered.
    He grasped her around the waist and rolled her onto her stomach. She felt an oily substance on her buttocks before Rhett’s strong hands started to caress the cheeks of her arse.
    “That feels good,” she mumbled into the pillow, relishing the feel of his hands on her skin.
    “It’s going to feel even better soon, baby.”
    He continued to caress her arse, his fingers gliding smoothly through the cleft in her cheeks and skimming across her tight little hole.
    “Has any one taken you here?” he asked, penetrating her with one oiled digit.
    He worked his finger past the ring of muscles and she moaned. She stiffened slightly then, feeling that his index was knuckle-deep, she relaxed.
    “No, never,” she whimpered and thrust her arse up harder into his hand, wanting more of him.
    He hissed in a breath and added another digit, scissoring them slightly, working them into her anal cavity. “You know how turned on I am?” he asked, rubbing his hard cock against her thigh. “Knowing that no one has ever taken you here? I want to be your first.”
    She groaned and undulated her hips, trying to force him deeper. “Please,” she begged on a broken whisper, pushing back against his hand. All reason had fled her. She couldn’t think past the sensation of Rhett finger-fucking her arse and she wanted more of him, she wanted to feel fuller, needed to feel his thick cock inside her there.
    “Soon, baby,” he crooned and worked a third finger into her anus. “I’m getting you ready. I have to stretch you a little before I breach you with my cock. You also need to be nice and relaxed.” He nibbled on the soft skin of her neck and she arched beneath him. “Like you are after I make you come, when you’re all soft and pliant.”
    He continued to penetrate her arse while his lips worked magic on the sensitive skin behind her ear.
    “Now, Rhett. Please.”
    He shifted position until she felt him straddling her, all the while pumping his digits in and out and maintaining the stretched opening of her arse. She felt more lube spurt onto her buttocks before he worked it into her opening, pushing it in with his fingers.
    She groaned and arched her back, thrusting her butt harder into his hand.
    “I think you’re ready, baby. I’m going to go really slowly, my sweet. Let me know if it’s too much.”
    He pulled her backside up so that she was on her hands and knees. She heard the rip of foil and then his hands were on either side of her arse cheeks, stretching them wide while he positioned himself. She felt the broad tip of his cock as he brushed against her opening and drove the head in a fraction.
    “More,” she whispered.
    He pressed in further, breaching her tight anal muscles and extending her. She gasped and held her breath.
    “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice tense with his restraint.
    “I’m good.” She wanted him deeper—she needed him to seat himself fully.
    He pushed in a fraction more, feeding her his thick cock in short, shallow thrusts. His hands tightened on her arse cheeks and he stretched her wider. His ragged breathing mingled with her frantic panting.
    “Please, Rhett,” she cried, desperate to have him inside her.
    With a low, guttural groan, he surged into her, burying his cock balls deep in her arse. She stiffened at the initial burning then her body adjusted to the invasion and she relaxed. After that first breach of her virgin arse, it felt surprisingly good, better than she had expected. She moaned loudly at the sensation of him stretching her channel to capacity. She had never felt so full, and the feeling was extraordinary. He held himself still, seated inside her to the hilt.
    He hunched over her so that she could feel his sweat-soaked chest against her back and his ragged breathing at her ear. “Fuck, baby. That feels amazing. I’m so