He wiggles his finger, working it back and forth, teasing my prostate over and over, driving me insane. I thrust against his finger.
“You’re needy,” he says.
“Very.”
“Ready for more?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
He adds a second finger, pushes deep, and scissors them.
I whimper. “So fucking good.”
“You’ve got a filthy mouth.”
“Only in the bedroom.”
He withdraws his fingers and thrusts three inside me hard and fast.
I claw at the sheets. “Oh, god! I’m going to need your dick inside me soon.”
“How soon?”
“Fucking soon.”
He kisses the small of my back. “You’re sexy when you swear.”
“Only when I swear?” I infuse fake hurt into my voice.
He laughs. “You’re sexy, writhing on my fingers.”
“I’ll be even fucking sexier writhing on your cock. Fuck me, Jacob. Fuck me real hard.”
He slips his fingers out of me.Rustle.Rip. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.My cock and arsehole throb with anticipation. He grips my hips, his fingertips pressing into my skin.
“Ready?”
“God, yes.”
He presses the damp head of his cock against my hole, creating wonderful pressure, and pushes inside me. I suck in a breath and release it. He lets out a sigh, which ends as his balls press against my arse.
“You feel so good,” he whispers.
“So do you. So fucking good.”
He sweeps one hand over my lower back and spine and circles his hips. His cock fills me. Fuck, it’s amazing.
“Fuck.” I groan, pant, and clench the back of my hand between my teeth.
“You okay?”
“Harder.”
He obliges, making each thrust brain-joltingly hard.
“Faster.”
He snaps his hips back and forth, grunting with the effort of railing my arse. My body rocks from the impact. My arse muscles go crazy, squeezing his cock tight, pulling him deeper inside me.
