“Fuck,” I breathed. “Justin, I need…”
He filled me with a finger, and I cried out against his face.
“That’s it,” he said. “You take me so good, baby.”
I licked my lips, my breath coming in pants.
“There, right there. You want another finger, baby?”
“I want your cock,” I corrected him, watching as another drop of pre-come gathered at his slit.
“You’ll get it,” he promised. “But first, we need to get you ready. Stretch you out. So that you can take my cock without pain.”
He was awfully big.
I’d seen plenty of cocks.
I wasn’t completely in the dark.
I’d had access to porn for years now, and I’d seen enough of it to know what they looked like.
And let’s just say, Creed’s was on the verge of being in the “big cock” category on Pornhub.
“Sweet Birdee,” he growled against my ear. “So wet for me. So tight. You’re going to hug my cock so good.”
I swallowed hard as my eyes closed and something big started to build inside of me.
“Justin…”
“You feel it?” he asked. “I can feel you tightening around me. You’re about to come.”
I was.
For him.
“I’m going to come so hard,” I panted as he started to circle my clit faster with his thumb.
His fingers pushed deep, hitting some hidden part of me deep inside, and I cried out.
He held me stock-still, unable to move, as my orgasm took me over.
“That’s it. Come for me, baby.”
I did.
I came so good for him.
“Justin,” I cried out. “I need more.”
He filled me with a third finger in the middle of my orgasm, and I screamed.
I threw my head back and screamed.
Something hissed and took off somewhere in the house beyond us, but I was too far gone to care.
His arm came around my body, sliding over my shoulders, as he held me still despite my need to move.
“Justin,” I whined when he wouldn’t give me an inch.
