“Oh fuck,” I moan. That feels good. Really good. Bennett takes that as permission to keep going.
Bennett eats me out like I’m the best damn meal he’s ever had. And holy fuck, I love it.
Gripping the bed sheet, my eyes roll back as ungodly noises leave me. I’m so close to cumming, just from having a tongue in my ass.
“S-stop,” I gasp, hips flexing.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I open my eyes, chest heaving. “It felt good. Too good. I was close to cumming again.”
He grins. “Damn, baby, I love how responsive you are with me. So needy.”
I can’t even deny it. I am. So fucking needy for this man.
“Let’s get you prepped, okay?”
I nod, the nerves flickering back in as he grabs the bottle of lube.
“Roll over on your stomach.”
With shaky limbs, I shift over until I’m lying down. Bennett grabs a pillow and wedges it under me, lifting my ass just a bit.
My breathing picks up at the sound of the cap being opened and the squish of the lube as he pours it over his fingers.
He parts my cheeks, squeezing some onto my hole.
“Breathe,” he murmurs. I feel his body draping over my back. “Relax for me. Let me in. If it hurts, let me know. If it’s too much, let me know. I never want you to do something because you want to please me, or you think it’s what I want, okay?”
“Okay,” I rasp, nodding my head.
Closing my eyes, I focus on Bennett.
He peppers soft, open-mouthed kisses down my spine as I feel his finger press into my hole.
I grunt, the feeling stinging a bit.
“That’s it, baby, fuck you’re doing so good for me. Letting me in. Such a good boy.”
I fucking preen at his praise, helping me relax more.
At first, it feels weird, but the more he moves it in and out, the more the pleasure builds. By the time he adds a third finger, I’m whimpering, needing more, rocking into the pillow as I seek some relief.
And when he hits my prostate, I let out a filthy groan.
“I need you,” I beg. “Fuck me, Bennett, please.” I feel like I’m going to explode. I need to cum. But I want him inside me while I do it. Owning me, using me, taking his pleasure.
“I got you.” His voice is thick with arousal.
I whimper at the loss of his fingers, hole gaping, begging to be filled again. The sound of the lube bottle has my excitement spiking.
“Relax and let me in, okay? I’m gonna take it slow.”
He presses the tip of his cock against my hole, and then he’s pushing in.
I bite down on the pillow, the stretch burning more than his fingers. His cock is even bigger, fuck.
“You okay?” he asks as the tip presses all the way in.
