Page 33 of Ruin Me Sweetly

She groaned but didn’t lift her head off the bed.

“What are you doing?”

“An anal massage, of course.”

I rubbed the oil in, moving my palms in slow circular motions.

“It helps release deep-seated pelvic floor tension.”

“You’re making that up,” she snorted.

I spread her cheeks apart, staring at the glistening, puckered hole in question.

“Look it up,” I murmured, pressing my thumb over her.

My silly girl. She tried to clench, but the excess oil made it easy to slip my thumb into her asshole regardless, circling slowly over the tight ring of muscle.

“You can’t just—ooooh.”

I curved my thumb around the rim, keeping her spread open, twisting it in and out. That earned a longer, louder reaction.

I’d been strategic with Amber’s Christmas gift. She’d got the latest noise-cancelling headphones—ones that never seemed to leave her head.

“You know there’s a lot of cock to fit in here, darling,” I said, coating my other thumb in oil. “Best practice to open you up a little first.”

I held both thumbs at the centre of her softening hole and pressed them in together, until her hands clawed at the pillows. The rim tightened but then she pushed out like we’d been practising.

“Good girl, Bella,” I praised, pressing deeper until I began massaging her insides.

Her little hole twitched every so often, though it would feel amazing pressed around my dick. I slowly pushed my thumbs in and out of her, watching as she gave way and began to accept me.

I loved the way her flesh moved in and out along with my thumbs, the way it clung to me. I pressed deeper.

She began to rock herself against the bed, circling her hips before pushing back.

“My Bella,” I murmured, continuing to pry her sweet hole open.

In a twisted way, it was due to Sadie that I was able to record this first with Bella. I would forever treasure this footage. She might even find it funny in a couple of decades.

Chapter 17

Isabella

He was plunging, then pulling at me—gently at first, but faster as his impatience began to seep through. I kept forcing myself to relax, pressing back as his thumbs stretched me open.

I groaned into the pillow as his thumbs began to massage me again. He continued the same cycle before pulling out. My asshole felt a little odd, open, exposed in a way I wasn’t quite used to.

The towel was ripped away from my legs, and his weight lifted—only to spread my legs open further.

“Oh,” I yelped at the sudden press of his thumb against my ass.

My head jerked off the pillow, but then his other hand found the space between my thighs, tracing soft, slow circles over my pussy. My head fell back down as the dual assault began to build real tension.

“I rather like you like this,” he murmured, reaching my clit. “Swollen pussy. Stretched asshole. Both holes waiting to be plugged up.”

I pressed my face into the pillows, holding onto them to try and ground myself against his touch, and his filthy words.

“Why don’t you raise those hips and show me how much you want that ass fucking?”