anal princess

I’m chopping up the jalapeños when he comes up behind me. One hand lands heavy and possessive on my shoulder. I watch as his other hand reaches towards the cutting board, and he extends his index fever and begins to swab it through the juice from the jalapeños. He picks up one of the slices, large pieces that will be too spicy for me in our dinner, but it’s how he likes it so it’s how we eat. He squeezes the jalapeño chunk between his fingers, and I can see the watery liquid from the pepper’s flesh drip down his hand. He drops the jalapeño and his hand reaches down between my legs. My body flinches away, but his strong hand on my shoulder keeps me in place as he touches my clit with his finger, the one he had covered in juice from the peppers. He wiped his fingertip thoroughly under the hood of my clit, effectively coating my already burning clit, before roughly pinching and wiping my whole labia with the burning liquid. My most sensitive spots were filled with burning pain. All the muscles in my abdomen tensed hard and I gritted my teeth till my jaw shook. I whimpered, pathetic and feral through my clenched teeth, and he chuckled at the sound. I felt my legs begin to tremble, as he thrust his finger up into my hot, wet pussy, pushing the burn inside me now. He pumped once, twice, added a second finger and pumped in again. I’m ashamed to admit, when he pulled his fingers out they were coated and dripping with my slick. I watched him swab his soaked fingers in more of the juice from the peppers before he reached back between my legs and circled his finger, just lightly, around my asshole. “Please, no,” I croaked, voice cracking while I attempted to speak. He laughed again, rough and low, and I felt his finger begin to press hard, straight into my back hole. Once it was one knuckle deep he pulled it back out before thrusting home, sheathing his rough, angry digit in my asshole. Tears were running down my face now. My ass burned.