He started stroking my dick again.
“I’m leaking for you,” he said. “And I’m so hard it hurts.”
He pushed his finger in farther, beginning a slow, deliberate drag in and out. I gasped at the unfamiliar, spreading pressure. It wasn’t pain, more like a fullness that bloomed outward. A low hum of pleasure started in my gut.
“You’re doing so well, baby. I love seeing my big stud laid out like this, hard and moaning for me.”
I groaned when he added a second finger. It burned, but it was fucking incredible.
My hips moved on their own, making slow circles against his hand. Precum trickled from my cock, and strange, guttural sounds came out of me. Something amazing was happening inside me, and I was lost to the feeling, chasing it higher and higher.
“Like me playing with your prostate, I see.”
“F-fuck yes.”
He didn’t stop until I was a wreck, sweating and shaking, whispering desperate pleas for more. I was right on the edge, ready to come, when he slid his fingers free.
“No,” I said, grieving the sudden emptiness. “Why?”
“Have to get inside you. Can’t wait any more.”
“Do it. I’m ready.”
He rose to his knees and looked down. “Look what you’ve done to me.”
I followed his gaze. His hand was wrapped around the base of his thick cock. Veins pulsed dark and heavy under the skin, and seeing it made my dick throb in sympathy.
Holy fuck. How can I take that inside me?
It’s Nix. I’d do anything for him, so I’ve got this.
My heart pounded, and neither of us spoke as he moved forward. His cock nudged my hole.
“Okay, babe?”
“Yes. God, please.”
As soon as he pushed, my body locked down. The pressure was intense, but my ass had become a wall of muscle refusing to yield. He pressed harder, and for an awful second, I didn’t think I could take it.
He met my eyes. “Let me in. We both need this.”
I exhaled and tried to loosen my sphincter. The resistance shattered, and I cried out as a sharp, searing burn tore through me. He forced me open, but as much as I wanted it, I grabbed his hips and dug my fingers in hard. I needed to anchor myself. His eyes met mine again, and he tilted his head.
“Fuck,” I choked out. “It… it burns.”
“I know.” His voice was tight, but his eyes were warm. “We’ll take our time. I love you.”
Love you too.I meant to say it, but my chest was heaving as I pulled in ragged gasps of air. Nix remained frozen, barely inside me, trembling. From fucking him, I knew how much he needed to move, to bury himself inside me. How the hell was he holding still?
Because he wants to make this good for me more than for himself.
And I wanted to make it amazing for him. Finding control I didn’t know I had, I forced my body to loosen its iron grip.
He pressed again, sinking into me in one long, slow glide. It still burned, but he’d hit that spot again. This time it was better: a deep, overwhelming pressure that stole the air from my lungs.
A broken cry escaped him when he was buried to the hilt. Before I could stop it, a tear slipped out and ran down into my hair.
“Babe? Did I hurt you?”
