For him.
For this.
Keeping my mouth wrapped around his cock, I bob up and down. He releases another string of curses, throbbing in my mouth, and I squeeze lube on my hand and reach to my ass, pushing a finger in and groaning around his cock.
That makes him grunt in a low, needy voice.
“You making your little hole wet for me, baby?” he speaks in rough words.
“Mmm.” I circle my rim with my lubed fingers.
“Put another finger in. Make it nice and wet for my cock, yeah?”
Fucking hell, his dirty mouth is going to be the death of me.
My fingers move of their own accord as I insert one more, and I rumble low in my chest. His cock in my mouth and my fingers in my ass are pushing me over the edge.
“Finger yourself for me.” He angles my head slightly so that I meet his eyes. “Let me see the way you want me.”
I add another finger, stuffing myself full, as I suck him off. It’s so sloppy now, saliva and precum sliding down his cock and onto his balls.
“Holy fuck…you’re so beautiful, baby. So ethereal and unreal. Sometimes, I can’t believe I’m with you.” He pulls on my hair. “Sit on my cock. I want to come buried deep inside you.”
A grunt pours from my lips as I make him sloppier, dragging the saliva and precum all over his length, using the mix to lube his cock, then pull out my fingers.
“Vaughn…” he croaks, a bit impatient. “I want to fill that beautiful ass with my cock.”
“Don’t call me that,” I say after pulling his cock out of my mouth, taking it in one hand as I maneuver myself so I’m squatting on top of him, careful not to touch him anywhere else.
“Don’t call you by your name?”
“No.” I squeeze his cock and guide him into my hole. My body relaxes, but it’s been a while, and I was so eager to feel his cock, I didn’t prep properly. His length pushes past the entrance, and it stings a bit, but I make it work, slowly taking him in.
“No?” He moans, his dick sliding deeper inside me.
“Not when you’re buried in me, no.” I grunt, my legs shaking as I fight the need to shove myself all the way down.
“Fuck, you’re too slow.”
“I have to be. Stay still.” I slope forward, holding my whole weight on my arms on either side of his face, and drop a soft kiss to his forehead before a droplet of sweat follows. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m not made of glass, baby.” He strokes my cheek, shoving my hair back. “Bottom out.”
I groan. “Volchonok…”
“Do it. Take my cock inmycumhole.”
“Mmmf.” I shove myself all the way down as slowly as possible, my eyes never leaving his. “Fuck.”
“Fuckyes…your tight little hole is made for my cock, isn’t it, baby?”
“Yeah…I love the feeling of you filling me. I missed this.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm. You’re perfect.” I kiss his forehead, his cheek, my lips barely ghosting them, so this doesn’t turn into a frenzy.
“This ass isperfect.” He squeezes my cheek, then slaps it, and I groan.
