Carey cocks his head to the side and his lips push into that infuriating smirk I love so much. Then I see his bicep flex and his right arm start to move. I can’t see down that far, but I know he’s pumping his cock. “Spread your ass for me, then.”
Eager to please him, I reach back and grope my swollen ass with both hands.
My fingers dig into my flesh and I get the first sharp stinging stretch of my rim.
I let out a pained grunt at the pure torture of it not being enough to satiate me. So I do it again, my middle fingers digging at either side of my asshole as I pull my cheeks apart.
“Fuck.Good boy,” he breathes out before leaning forward to spit right on my hole because he knows how much I fucking love it.
I feel it drip down my taint to my balls, and when he does it a second time, it’s quickly followed by his fingers swirling it around.
It’s one finger, first. Just the tip. Just enough to test how tight I am.
Then, almost immediately, it’s two.
The bite is delicious. Just how I like it.
Carey moves in closer, and my hands slip away.
He kisses my backside, then spits a third time before forcing his fingers the whole way in.
“Lube,” he says, and I reach out to the opposite side of the couch and beneath the throw cushion to one of the many hidden bottles that litter the house.
He takes out his fingers and drags me backwards until my legs are far enough away from the couch for my semi-hard dick to drop free.
After popping the cap, I feel the cold dribble of lube.
He spreads it generously around, then drops his hand to start pumping my already sticky cock from behind.
I can tell it’s the thumb of his other hand that slips back in. He hooks it, gently tugging at my rim.
“How much more do you want?”
“I’m ready!” I blurt out, and Carey chuckles.
“You’re not the only one eager to start.”
“So fucking do it, then. You haven’t been worried about hurting me so far.”
“Shhh,” he hushes against my lower back, then kisses the whole way up my spine until he’s caging me again.
“Don’t you dare ask me if I’m ready.”
His breath peppers the back of my neck when he smirks. “I wasn’t planning on it.”
Carey’s dick bumps against my ass as he takes it in his hand. Then my adrenaline surges as his blunt, raw cockhead presses against me.
I suck in through my teeth.
I feel a more engrossing pressure than I ever have before. Then the sweet, satisfying stretch as he finally pushes in.
As soon as his crown sinks inside me, he pauses. For two seconds he gently rubs my back, then right as I’m about to whine, he spanks me, then rams the whole way in—and I feel every millimeter of it.
This is what I wanted. What I begged him for. But no matter how many fingers he’s fucked me with leading up to this, nothing was ever going to prepare me for just how full I was going to feel with Carey’s entire cock inside me to the hilt.
I cry out in pain because it fucking hurts.
A guttural sound rips from within Carey, too. “You’re so fucking tight.”
