I’m a mess.
And I’ve collapsed on top of him, completely crushing him into the bed, one hand on his chest and the other in his hair. I can feel his spent cock trapped between our stomachs, his cum trickling onto the mattress.
Oh, and his finger’s still moving slowly in my ass.
I…don’t dislike it.
The feel of it or the way he thrusts inside me.
In fact, I think I’m lifting my ass a bit, letting him have more access.
Yulian shifts again, and this time, I start to pull out from inside him, even though I really, truly don’t want to.
His ass is the best place I’ve ever been, and my cock weeps some more cum as I attempt to slide out.
Yulian yanks me down with a hand on my back. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I shift my head on his shoulder, turning it to face him. My lips part when I find him staring at me. The blue and brown of his eyes are so bright, I swallow.
“Just thought I was crushing you,” I say, my voice more rough than usual.
“Do I seem like I mind?” He wiggles his hips, thrusting his cock against my stomach.
It twitches between us, and I groan as my own cock takes notice.
“I like the feel of you all over me.” He thrusts again, his erection growing harder by the second.
“Seriously?” I tap his chest, my fingers stroking over his nipple, and he moans.
“Mmm. I kind ofreallywant you, Mishka.”
“You don’t say. I wouldn’t have guessed it.”
“The dry humor is killing me.” He chuckles, grabbing the tube of lube from next to him, then squeezes a copious amount where his finger is still thrusting in my ass.
It isn’t the cold gel that makes me jolt—it’s the second finger pushing in, stretching me open. His other hand grips my ass, pulling me wider as he works both fingers inside.
“Relax for me,” he speaks softly against my lips, his breath forming goosebumps over my damp skin.
“I…How do I do that?” I wiggle for a bit, just to register the bulge of his cock against my stomach.
“Instead of thinking, just feel.” He licks my lower lip as he stretches his fingers inside me. “That’s it. You’re doing so well, baby.”
My cock twitches inside him, growing harder as he scrapes his fingers against my walls, and I can feel my hole accommodating him, clenching around him, welcoming him in ways I never thought I was capable of.
Am I really letting him do this?
“Fuck yes, baby. You’re getting so deliciously hard.”
“It’s your fault.” I yank on his hair, my lips hovering close to his.
“Go ahead and kiss me. You know you want to.”
“I fucking despise you sometimes.”
“And the rest of the time?”
“I want to kill you.” My lips crash to his as he drives his fingers deep.
