“So fucking pretty,” Specter whispers, rubbing his index finger there. Without another word, he dives in, sucking, licking, and biting. Loosening me up until I’m nothing but a boneless, churning mess on the bed. The man eats ass like it’s in his job description and he wants a promotion.
When he breaches me, I cry out but bear down, desperate for more.
More, more, more.
I need him to make me feel something. Alive, ruined, I don’t even fucking care right now. Justsomething.
I hear rustling, but Specter doesn’t let up on his oral assault of my hole. I mean, he goes all in, turning me inside out, until I’m about as close to begging as I’ve ever been.
I hear the click of a bottle cap, then his finger is gone for a second. It returns quickly, but now it’s slick. Fuck yeah. I pump my hips, silently begging him to finger me harder, deeper.
He does, adding a second finger and digging into me until he finds that spot that sends me to the moon. Once he’s got it, he’s relentless, finger fucking me to within an inch of insanity.
“Ask for my cock,” Specter says, biting my thigh. “Ask for it, beautiful, and it’s yours.”
Biting my bottom lip, I resist. That’s way too much power to give him.
“No,” I breathe out in defiance.
Specter chuckles, flexing his fingers inside me and sending electricity skittering across my skin. Fuck, he’s good.
“Okay,” he says. “I can do this all night. I can edge you until you can’t think of anything but my cock. Is that what you want, beautiful?”
Fuck. I believe him. He’ll do it. He’ll keep me here until I can’t function.
Before I can sort out my thoughts, he closes his hot mouth around the head of my cock, sucking hard.
“You taste so good. Wouldn’t you like this pretty hole filled and stretched the way only I can do it? Don’t you want to feel that?”
“How do I know you’re worth it?”
He looks up, his view partially obscured by my erection, and smirks. He fucking smirks. “I don’t think I need to answer that.”
He pumps his fingers deeper, his brow creased, and I swear to Satan I’ve never seen a sexier man.
“For what it’s worth, I’ve never wanted to fuck somebody so much in my goddamn life. I just need to know you want it. I need to hear that you want it.” He grips my chin with his free hand. “Because once we do this, nothing will be the same.”
That sounds like a threat.
“I want you to trust me to give you what you need. What you want.” He presses a kiss to my lower belly. “To trust me that I’m here to lift you up, baby, not tear you down. So tell me you want my cock, and let me give it to you.”
My bottom lip trembles with the strange mix of emotion flooding my chest, but I push it down. I’m too curious, too horny, for my own good.
“P-please, Specter.”
His eyes heat, growing hooded with lust. “Please, what?”
“Please fuck me. I need your cock.”
“You want it?”
I nod, pushing my need to hold on to my pride back.
“You trust me?”
My lips part from the weight of that sentence but I find myself nodding. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.
“Yes.”
