I nod through the haze.
“Apologize.”
My brain is barely inside my skull at this point, I don’t know how he keeps expecting me to talk.
His hand slaps back onto my jaw. “Do it.”
I try, but I only moan as he cradles my cock in his hand and starts drawing his back and forth over the top of it.
My head writhes into the pillow.
Carey spits on my chest, dragging his fingers down from my face to smear it through the hair between my pecs. He rubs my nipples, pinching and twisting until I gasp, “I’m sorry—I’m sorry.”
He smiles, and it’s so beautiful it makes my eyes sting.
He shuffles back and climbs between my legs, forcing them apart as his dick bounces with every movement. Gripping behind my thighs, he brings them to my chest and spits on my hole, my legs jerking in his clutches. He releases one and swipes a finger through the saliva running down between my cheeks, bringing it back up to circle around my rim.
When my eyes squeeze shut he demands; "Look at me," and it takes all the strength I have left to obey him, but I do it.
“You need to say Thank You. You need to tell me how grateful you are that I take such good care of you.”
“Th-thank you,” I stutter out, and it sounds like I’m begging. Which I guess I am.
“For what?” He drags his spit-slick finger across my hole, circling it lazily.
“For taking care of me.”
“Good boy,” he murmurs, and then the pressure changes.
I seize up on instinct.
“Breathe,” he says; low and calm. “Let me in, Oppa.”
My hands claw at the covers.
There’s a burn as the pressure blooms.
He’s not even in, not really. He’s just testing, as my heart jackhammers.
“I’ve never—” My voice cracks, and I can’t finish the sentence.
I don’t need to.
He already knows.
“You mean I’m the first one to have this ass?” He’s mocking me, but it’s like a lungful of calming air.
I take in an actual breath, and when I exhale it feels like I’m melting into the mattress.
Carey slaps my bare ass then gropes around the sting.
He lowers his head and breathes hot against me.
I’m still shuddering when I feel the wetness of his tongue swipe over my rim.
My back arches off the bed as an inhuman sound rumbles from deep in my chest.
He demands I stay quiet, then does it again. Slower and more deliberate.
