“I . . .”
“I didn’t think so. No . . . my Honey doesn’t want to be the one to do all the work. Not when he can lie back and have all the pleasure come to him without moving so much as a finger.”
“Isn’t . . . that’s not a good thing, is it? Doesn’t that make me a selfish and lazy lover?”
“No. That makes you perfect. Perfect for me at least. I get to be the one who makes you moan and toss that pretty head back. What more could I ask for when you give me everything from that alone?”
“I . . . I like letting you be the one to make me feel good, but I want you to feel good too.”
“Oh, I will. My cock will feel very good once it’s in this sweet pretty cunt.” He rubs over my hole again and my breaths stutter. Why do I like this so much? I shouldn’t, right?
“You like when I touch you here, don’t you? Your tight little hole does too. Mmmm. Yeah, it does.”
I make a humming noise, rocking myself on his fingers. “Yeah. Want you inside me. To fuck my pretty cunt.” I don’t know why that last word came out so easily and why I want to say it again.
He chuckles against my lips and kisses my chin. “Let me help you lie back on the couch, then.”
Sliding me off his lap, he’s so delicate and gentle with me, and I twist my body before reclining back. He makes room for my legs and drags me down before my head can fully hit the small pillow. I laugh at how he’s nearly as eager as me as he slides my shorts and underwear down in one swoop. His lips press their way up one of my legs after he gets my clothes off, and I open them wider to invite him in more.
Head tilting back, a low moan slips from me as he licks at my slit and rolls his tongue down the underside of my shaft. My skin vibrates, muscles tensing as he sucks each of my balls into his mouth. I swear he’s in my damn head and reading my mind when he lifts my ass halfway off the couch and swipes his tongue over my entrance. He laps up and down my seam. My legstremble and more unintelligible sounds spill from my mouth as he pushes his tongue inside me, adding a wet finger beside it.
Another digit slips inside me seconds later, and he’s spreading me open while darting his tongue between his scissoring fingers. “Fuck,” I say, kicking my feet forward and smiling up at the ceiling. “More,” I demand. “More of you.”
“Don’t worry. I’m getting there. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I know you won’t.”
“It doesn’t hurt to be on the safe side. Let me get you more relaxed and then I’ll give you everything.”
“O-okay,” I breathe out, feeling anything but as he teases me more with his mouth. His fingers plunge in and out of me. He goes deeper with each thrust, and my back arches when he’s so close to my sweet spot.
“More,” I say again. “I’m ready. I know I am. I’m ready for everything.”
He presses a kiss between my spread cheeks. “Yeah, I think you are too, Honey. So ready for me. Someone’s been playing with this pretty cunt without me. Were you getting ready for when I came back?”
“Yes,” I pant out. “Wanted to be ready for you.”
“Such a considerate Honey. So damn thoughtful.”
I hum, body buzzing everywhere from the praise. Who knew I’d like that so much? Being told all these nice things while having my body played with. Who knew someone would be willing to give it to me while wanting it just as much? I can hear it in his voice and feel it in the way he touches me.
Plastic tears, and as I’m about to beg some more, his condom-covered tip touches my hole. I shudder, body tensing when I try to relax, and I can feel everything around me so much more than before as he slowly rocks his hips, pushing past my tight ring of muscle. The air thickens, growing colder. I can feelhis cock swelling inside me as he rubs against my inner walls and opens me up more.
“You feel so good. Just like I knew you would.”
He feels good too, but I can’t find the words to tell him, so I just nod, rolling my body and digging my nails into the cushions as I take in more of him. He gets halfway inside me before pulling out to slam back in. His thighs crash against my ass as he bottoms out and grinds against me.
My eyes roll back and my breaths stutter. All the muscles in my body tense as he rocks in and out of me. Pleasure spirals in me, my body trembles, and he plunges in deeper, dragging his fat head against my sweet spot with each thrust.
“I’m so close,” I say, not recognizing my own voice.
“Me too,” he rasps. “You feel so much like mine, my body can’t wait to claim you.”
Sparks dance along my skin and I smile, moving my body with his. My cock slaps against my stomach as he lifts my legs higher to pound into me. I’m pliant against him, my body molding to his like there’s nowhere else it belongs. His tongue swipes over one of my nipples and I gasp, becoming desensitized.
He hits the magic spot inside me over and over. My head spins, lights going off around me, and when his mouth connects to mine, I shake from my orgasm. His tongue dances with mine as his hips stutter, cock pulsing inside me as he fills the condom with his hot seed.
I wish there was nothing in the way of him filling me. I wish I could feel him dripping from me for days. Would he let me if I asked? Does he want that too?
