“No shit. Imagine how it feels for me,” I say through gritted teeth. The burn is back, stronger this time, but mixed with that same fullness. He’s patient, waiting for me to adjust before hestarts moving, stretching me, curling his fingers and— “Oh, fuck. Right there.”
“Found the jackpot,” he says, rubbing that spot inside me. “That’s where I need to be.”
He keeps working me open, adding a third finger, scissoring, and stretching. When he finally pulls out, I feel empty. I push back desperately, chasing that fullness again.
“Patience,” Troy says, and then I hear the cap of the lube bottle again, the wet sound as he slicks himself up. “You’ll get it soon enough.”
I look over my shoulder. That big, beautiful cock glistens in the morning light, a weapon of mass destruction aimed right at my ass.
“Last chance to back out.” He runs the head of his dick up and down my crack.
“Just... go slow, alright?”
“You think I was about to ram it in?” Troy grips my hip with one hand and lines himself up with the other. I feel the blunt head of his cock press against my hole. “I’m not a complete animal.”
“I know. But you’re a horny one.”
“Horny for this perfect ass.” He starts to push, and my whole body tenses up. I thought I was prepared after all that fingering, but can anything really prepare you for taking a dick that big? The burn is back, a thousand times worse than before. A deep, stretching, searing pain.
“Troy…” I pant, my fingers digging into the couch cushion.
“Relax,” he murmurs. “Push out against me.” He kisses my back between my shoulder blades, the softness clashing with the brutal invasion below.
I try to do as he says, bearing down, letting him in. He pushes again with steady pressure, and I can feel myself starting to open. Then, with a wet pop, the head of his cock slips inside me.Past the tight ring of muscle. I gasp, my whole body shaking.I’m breached. He’s in me.
“How’s that?” Troy asks, his voice tight with control.
“It’s… a lot. Just give me a second.”
“Take all the seconds you need. We’re in no rush.”
“Kiss me,” I say, craning my neck. “Please.”
He leans over me, one hand still on my hip, the other braced on the couch next to my head, and sweeps his tongue into my mouth. A sloppy, distracting kiss. It helps. I focus on that. On the taste of him. On the feel of his tongue against mine, instead of the ache in my ass.
While we’re kissing, he starts to push in deeper. Slowly. A fraction of an inch at a time. I feel every single one of them.
I break away from the kiss, gasping. “How much more is there?”
“About half.”
“Half? Jesus Christ, Troy.” I drop my head down. That’s impossible. There’s no way I can take another half.
“You’re doing so well, though.” His thumb rubs slow circles on my hip. “Your ass is gripping me so fucking tight.”
“Tell me about it. It’s trying to keep you out.”
“But it’s failing, isn’t it?” He pushes in another inch, and a strangled noise tears out of me. “It’s losing.”
He’s right. My body is losing the fight, slowly surrendering. Waving a little white flag.
The moment his balls come to rest against my ass, he lets out a shaky breath. “That’s all of it,” he whispers, almost disbelieving. “You took it all. Every single inch.”
“No way.” I reach back, my fingers brushing the coarse hair at the base of him, feeling where we’re connected. “Holy shit.” I can’t believe I did it. I’m impaled on him. Stuffed full.
The pain hasn’t completely gone away. It’s a deep ache now, not the sharp burn from before. The longer he stays still, themore it fades, replaced by an intense, throbbing fullness—the feeling of being stretched to my absolute limit.
“The human body is a miraculous thing,” I mutter.
