“Look how you’re taking it, Stan. You want me inside you that bad?”
“Yes…” I hiss. “God, yes.”
“I got two knuckles in you.”
“Aw, fuck.” I groan, throwing my head back.
He presses his lips into my neck.
“You’re killing me here, babe,” I whine.
“Pretty sure I’m making you feel alive, Stan.” He chuckles, trailing kisses up to my jaw. “That’s how you make me feel. It’s only fair I do the same for you, right?”
I nod, still drooling, still desperate. Scratch that. Even more desperate. This is a cock-leaking, critical level emergency.
From there, he takes his time with me, working me open in ways that turn my legs to jelly and my thoughts static. I move with him, breathing hard and holding onto the sink.
I drag my eyes up. I see myself shaking in the mirror. I see him behind me. Wanting me with a type of patience I’ve never experienced before. And it feels hotter than anything else.
Nil licks the shell of my ear. “I’m gonna make you take more, Stan.”
I’m getting used to his entire finger, but then another pokes in, trying to see if there’s any give. I don’t know if there is. But—fuck it—I’ll give him everything.
Desperate to show exactly that, I rock my hips back. His hand around my girth grips. I hiss in a breath.
“Stay where you are, Stan,” he says. “Don’t you dare move.”
My entire body bristles. I want to rock back again, take both of his fingers. Ineedto be ready for him sooner. But the idea that he’ll reward me with more praise is the bigger drive. So I behave and stay.
“Good boy.”
Yes. I’ll never get sick of hearing that.
“Hold still,” he says. The tone of it makes my heart do a happy dance. “You’re doing fine, Stan.”
“It’s…hard to think,” I whisper.
“It’s hard, huh?” His second finger slips through. “Sure feels like it.”
He twists his hand on my shaft, stroking me fast from the front.
“Do you know what I’ll do next, Stan?”
I groan. My fingers twitch against the ceramic.
“Use your words, Stan,” he murmurs. “Tell me.”
“You’re getting me ready.”
“For what?”
“For you.” Heat climbs my face like a fever. “For your cock.”
He hums into my hair. “That’s the plan, Stan.”
He nudges my legs with his knee, making me spread ‘em. I gasp when his two fingers reach deep. “Fuck!”
“Tell me you want it, Stan.”
