Page 113 of The Cult

Abel’s hand joined his mouth sliding up and down my length. He slathered more spit on his hand, and once his fingers were soaked, they traveled down my ass crack, sliding over my hole.

My ass clenched when his digit stopped and pressed at my hole. Even though I was expecting the pressure, it still took me by surprise.

He popped my dick out of his mouth and looked up at me, concern written all over his face. “Did that hurt? Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I don’t want you to stop,” I replied.

“Try to relax.”

I nodded and arched my back.

The bottle cap popped and the pressure pushing into my hole resumed. Abel’s finger was cool from the lube. He rubbed circles around my virgin hole before doubling the pressure. “Remember to relax,” he reminded me. The tip of his finger pressed in, causing discomfort and increasing my arousal at the same time.

I steadied my breathing, loosening the clasp of my ass on Abel’s finger once I remembered to relax.

“You’re doing so good, Tobias,” he praised. “My finger is all in.” Abel slowly moved his lubed fingers in and out of my ass.

I shivered from the sensation; like an internal hand job. My cock stiffened even harder.

“We’re gonna go nice and slow.” Abel’s mouth was back on my dick, and I nearly came when he sucked my cock and finger-fucked me at the same time.

“Oh my fucking god,” I muttered. I didn’t know how much I could take before I exploded.

“I’mma double up,” Abel said.

I moaned in agreement, despite not having a clue what he meant. “Ohhh baby.” I bucked my hips when the pressure in my ass increased. The pleasure was too much, yet I wanted more. I needed Abel inside me.

Abel pushed my abs down with his hand. “You’re so fucking hot, Tobias. You should see yourself.” He kissed the tip of my dick before devouring it.

“Fuck!” I screamed when Abel pressed a sensitive spot inside my ass. I splayed my arms on the bed, gripping the white linen sheet. “What the …?” My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he pressed the same spot again, harder this time. The sensitive area felt like an orgasm multiplied to a hundred without blowing my load.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Fuck yeah,” I panted.

“I’m gonna add another finger to get you ready for me, okay?”

I couldn’t believe sex could be this explosive—and we were just getting started. My ass struggled to get three of Abel’s fingers in. “Hang on.” I grabbed his wrist before he tried again. “Give me a sec.” I willed the muscles around my ass to get used to the thickness. The resistance didn’t last long, partially because I really wanted him inside me. “Okay,” I said after a few seconds.

Abel’s fingers went in and out of my hole, each time hitting that sweet spot. Now I understood what he was talking about before. He stood in front of me, his hard cock leaking with excitement. “Lay all the way back,” Abel said. He lifted my waist and pulled my hips, lining my ass near the edge of the bed. “Are you ready for me?” I couldn’t miss the desire in his eyes and the fire in his voice. Another sound of the bottle cap popping cut through the silence in our room.

“I want you inside me,” I answered. “Now.”

“No condom?” Abel asked, searching the bed for a rubber.

“No.” I shook my head. “I want all of you.”

He squeezed the bottle of lube over his cock, lathering his shaft with a generous amount. “Here it comes,” he said, positioning his cock to my opening, then pushing his tip inside.

I gritted my teeth. “Give it to me!” I said, grabbing his hips.

His dick slid deeper with each of my moans and grunts. “Fuck,” Abel uttered when he was all in.

“You’re so big, baby, and you feel so fucking good,” I said.

He spit on his palm then reached for my dick. He started stroking me using my pre-cum and his saliva as lube. His pace quickened with each thrust. Abel buried his cock as deep as he could get, while hitting my tender spot and sending me over the edge.

Abel gripped my waist with his free hand and continued pounding my ass, his eyes never leaving mine. “Tobias,” he moaned.

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