Free The Cabin: Chloe's Story (Book Two) (The Cabin Novellas) by Natalie Stark Page A

rhythm built. I felt like a cheap, dirty whore as he slipped his tongue in and out of my arse. As I pushed down on his tongue, the sense of excitement and pleasure welling up inside of me started all over again.
    “That feels so fucking dirty,” I whispered, leaning my head back and closing my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his tongue pleasuring me down there.
    “Do you like feeling dirty?” he said, bringing his face up from between my thighs.
    “Yes,” I moaned, feeling more turned on than I ever had.
    Then without saying anything, Jack pushed me further back into the chair. With my legs still dangling over each side, he leant over me. I felt the end of his cock brush over my arse. He then pushed against it. I knew what he wanted to do next. I had never been fucked in the arse before, the whole thing had just seemed wrong to me. But the thought of doing something which I considered to be so wrong also excited me, and made a pang of pleasure flutter through me. He pressed the tip of his cock against my arse, and I looked at him. He looked back at me and said nothing. He didn’t seek my permission or even ask if it was what I wanted. Closing my eyes tight, I felt his cock slide into my arse. At first it felt unnatural, but in a strange kind of way, that’s what made it feel so fucking good. I let out a deep moan and it was a noise I had never heard myself make before while having sex. I wanted to groan out loud again, so I did. It was like I couldn’t help myself. The feeling was unique and intense.
    Jack slowly drew his cock in and out of me, and the feeling became overwhelming. I started to cry out. Not in pain but from a weird kind of thrill. My whole being was writhing with a sea of different sensations. On one level I felt shameful, used, and I hated this man for doing this to me. But on another level, as he continued to push his cock in and out of me, I felt a certain kind of warmness for him.  I looked into his face as he fucked me, and he looked hot and primal. Seeing that look on his face made me feel like I wanted to be fucked like never before.
    “Fuck me,” I almost begged him. All I wanted now was to be fucked. That one thought – that one desire consumed me and I had no idea where such a powerful urge had come from. “Fuck me!” I groaned.
    I started to writhe uncontrollably in the chair and I was shaking all over. Everything he was doing to me felt so dirty and kinky. It was like we had gone back to basics, and both of us were nothing more than animals. There was nothing more basic than the need to be fucked by him. All at once it hurt, felt amazingly good, felt wrong, and yet felt right. “Just fuck me,” I gasped again.
    Sliding his cock from my arse, Jack pulled me to the ground. With every part of my body burning with excitement, I knew I’d never felt so untamed and wild before. Pushing me onto all fours, Jack drove his thick hot cock into my pussy. I cried out and did everything I could to fight back the orgasm which threatened to break free inside of me.
    Thrusting his hips back and forth, and feeling overwhelmed with an intoxicating lust for him, I rode my hips backwards and forwards. The feeling of his cock pounding against me felt mind-blowing. It was only moments before my whole body began to shake violently and tremble as I came.
    “Harder. Fuck me harder,” I gasped, gripping the edge of the rug I was kneeling on.
    Jack sped up, his solid hips thrusting backwards and forwards. As my orgasm rippled through me, I pushed my pussy down onto his cock and grinded myself against him. I wanted every last bit of him inside of me.
    “Yes,” I groaned out loud. “Keep fucking me just like that.”
    Jack pushed harder still, urged on by my cries of pleasure. It was then his turn to come. I heard his breathing quicken and fall in time with his driving hips.
    “You’re so fucking wet,” he roared.
    His movements built to a crescendo. I could feel his whole body lock, then shake wildly