“Don’t you dare!”
He pumps his two fingers in and out a little quicker. There is so much lubricant that, even though it’s a stretch, they just slide into me easily. Dark, twisty pleasure, so pure I would pray to receive this each and every day.
“You’re perfect,” he purrs. “So fucking perfect it makes me crazy just touching you.”
His words compel me as surely as his touch. The emotional currents have me in a riptide. I love this man, and hearing him echo my thoughts is a revelation.
I feel them too, inside, so bright and clear, and it makes everything I feel impossibly more.
“Don’t come, Esme,” he warns.
I groan into the covers.
He pauses, his fingers locked deep in my fluttering ass. I feel something thick pressing against my pussy entrance. It’s cool… I jolt. It’s not his cock.
Then he presses. The fat dildo opens me, surging only as far as the knot, and then all the way back out.
“Zeb, please: I can’t.”
“You can hold it,” he says firmly.
I’m not convinced… The sensation of being filled front and back, the slow, intentful thrust of the toy, and then, when it gets deep, he just pushes until the knot is stretching my entrance… There’s a moment of panic before my body yields and it sinks deeper, pressing just right against sensitive nerves.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans.
“I’m going to come.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he warns.
Sweat breaks out across my skin. Can a person die of denied pleasure?
“Take it out,” I beg.
“You don’t like it?” he taunts.
It’s hard to form coherent words.
“I love it, but I’m going to?—”
He slides it out, stretching me again as the knot slips out before he thrusts straight back in.
A cry is torn from my lip, and I’m hanging there again.
“You have no idea how fucking hot you look. No fucking chance I’m lasting this time.”
Another moan is ejected from me as he slides his fingers from my ass, and, with the dildo still locked inside my pussy, something bigger than his fingers seeks entrance to my ass.
I mumble gibberish. I’m so close to climaxing. The pressure as the head of his cock breaches me is intense, followed by burning pleasure so good I could weep.
“Um, please!” I mumble. I’m nothing but a writhing mass of pleasure. Every cell in my body is quivering, and even my hair follicles are tingling. And he’s sinking into me slowly, deeper, his breathing every bit as ragged as mine.
So deep inside me.All of him, filling me until the skin of his lower abdomen and thighs brush against the burning skin of my ass.
He runs his fingertips over the inflamed skin. It makes everything inside me clench and ejects another cry from my lips.
“Hold it,” he rumbles.
I can feel my heartbeat drumming in my throat and in my core—I can feel it pulsing around his cock where it kicks deep inside me. His fingertips trace patterns over ass, making me clench anew.
