Once I’m on my stomach, he grips my waist and pulls me up to all fours, but my arms are jelly, and I can’t hold myself. I fall face-first onto the mattress, but Connor has me by the hips, leaving me with my face down and my ass in the air.
I’m literally melting into the sheets, the weight of my torso being supported by the side of my head and neck whenConnor’s hands land on my ass cheeks. With his fingertips in my crack, he spreads me open…again.
By some miracle, I realize that I probably need to at least get my forearms under me because something tells me he won’t be holding back once he’s inside me. I quickly eat my words from earlier about being young and a professional athlete.
Connor was right…none of that matters.
I hear a wetplopright before I feel Connor rub something warm around my hole.
My cum.
Holy shit, this man is filthy.
And I am so here for it.
Slowly, my body gets back online. Since he’s not touching my dick, my body seems able to tolerate the sensations he’s creating, but I’m certain I couldn’t handle it if he so much as sneezed on my cock. Not after that orgasm.
“Connor,” I rasp.
“Hmm?” he hums.
When I look over my shoulder, he opens his mouth, showing me how much cum he still has inside, which explains why he hummed his answer.
I huff a laugh. “Sorry about all that.”
Suddenly, a crack rings out.
He smacked my ass.
“The fuck was that for?”
He spits more of my own load onto my asshole and rubs it in. I want to argue or tell him it’s his turn to get off or something, but I can’t. Having him behind me feels too fucking good. I hear him spit once more, and it must have been the rest because he finally speaks.
“That was for apologizing. Don’t do it again.”
“Sorry,” I say automatically, already grinning because I know what’s coming.
Sure enough, his hand lands square on my other ass cheek, and I stifle my groan.
“Oops,” I say, wondering how many times he’ll play along. I’m discovering that not only do I have a praise kink when it comes to Connor Lang, but apparently, I’ve got a spanking fetish as well. “My bad. Sorry about that.”
Instead of spanking meoranswering me this time, I feel Connor catch the cum running down my crack and scoop it up, placing it directly on my needy hole and following it with his finger. I dip my head and moan into the mattress.
Connor mimics the sound behind me.
“Fuck, Vox. I’m going to pump you so fucking full, baby.”
Despite just coming my brains out a few minutes ago, my dick is beginning to inflate again. It kind of hurts, but in a good way. The feeling of Connor’s finger sliding in and out of me is overriding the negative discomfort, leaving only uncomfortable pleasure in its wake.
I focus on the changes in his breathing while he continues moving his finger in and out of my ass.
“I’m going to add lube because your cum is starting to dry and is getting sticky,” he says, pulling from my ass entirely.
I hear the bottle cap flip open and the telltale squelch of the gel as he douses his fingers.
“You ready for a second?” he asks, his voice strained, like maybehe’snot ready.
“Yes.”
