Diablo Blanco Club: Unfair Advantage by Qwillia Rain Page A

hand against her back in counterpoint to the digit stroking the moist walls of her pussy.
    “I…” Mattie swallowed, her thoughts lost in the tangle of feelings his touch invoked. Unbidden, her body moved in the same rhythm as his touch. Rising and falling with the advance and retreat of each stroke of his finger.
    “Please what, Lawrence?” Bryce prompted again, his thumb coming into play against her sensitive clit. Circling, then applying just the lightest pressure to the nerve-rich tissue, he smiled against her lips. “Tell me.”
    “Uhmmmm.” Her eyes squeezed shut, the better to enjoy the building tension constricting her lower belly. Words were lost to her as she indulged her body’s need to ride the digit filling her.
    Teeth nipped at her ear, and his breath stirred the damp curls as he whispered, “Your ass isn’t the only part of you that needs stretching, huh, Lawrence?”
    A startled cry left her lips as he again tried to introduce a second finger into her taut sheath. Despite her earlier orgasm and the flow of her body’s own lubricating syrup, Mattie tensed at the painful stretching the new invader was creating. Even more confusing for her was the spike in arousal that bit of pain was producing.
    It went against so many preconceived notions that she’d held, this correlation of pain and pleasure. At the same time she railed at herself that the pain shouldn’t turn her on so much, a part of her was remembering the stirring his spanking had induced. The application of his hand against her ass followed by her sore butt against the sofa cushions had turned her on more than any other man she’d dated.
    Holding still, thighs tensed to avoid lowering herself farther onto his broad fingers, Mattie met his gaze. How could eyes that were usually so cool and emotionless when conducting business be so hot, intense? She wasn’t sure. But the darkening centers focused on her, as if he needed to gauge every emotion that flickered across her face.
    “Do it, baby,” he whispered, a blend of challenge and encouragement in his voice.
    The soft pressure of his thumb on her clit teased her. His hand on her back slipped upward. A twist and pull warned her that he’d tangled his free fingers in the loose curls spilling down her back and had her mouth opening on a gasp. His next words had the breath freezing in her lungs.
    “If we don’t get you stretched, darlin’, you’ll never be able to take my cock. And much as you like me paddlin’ your butt, that’s how much I’ve been cravin’ your sweet little candy box. You need to be able to take at least three fingers for me to fit, and even then, it’ll be tight.” His thick drawl hinted at how turned on he was.
    His words had her body soaking his hand, the flow of her cream dripping over and around his touch as she unlocked her muscles and lowered herself, centimeter by centimeter, onto his probing fingers. With each advance, a moan passed her lips, the blend of pain and pleasure intertwined, stirring the heat in her abdomen into a steady blaze. His whispered words of praise were a muted jumble of sound, indistinct encouragement registering, but not clear in the chaos of her mind. Images of repeating this same slow descent with his penis rather than his fingers stretching her had Mattie swallowing heavily to wet her desert-dry mouth. If his fingers feel this good, just how hot will his cock feel?
    She must have spoken the thought aloud because Bryce’s laughter preceded his words. “Like pure, fuckin’ heaven,” he assured her.
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    Settled in the darkness of his studio, Bryce gazed at the completed painting on the easel. His latest work sat in the center of the room. In the morning and afternoon, the broad expanse of windows on the twin sets of French doors and the skylight above allowed him the luxury of natural light to work in. Now, with the pale, milky wash of moonlight drifting over the stretched canvas, Bryce admired the image.
    The background was