Page 47 of The Swap After Hours

“Donovan, please,” I begged.

“Please what?” His dark laugh sent a jolt of electricity straight to my cock and it jerked, tapping against his chest.

I raised my head to glare down at him. “You know what.”

His lips quirked up in a grin that was sin itself. “Uh uh. I need to hear you say it. Tell me what you want.”

“I want your mouth,” I gasped.

“Where do you want it?”

I growled in frustration, his teasing the sweetest torture. “My cock. I want your mouth on my cock.”

“Good boy.”

The way he said it had my cock leaking profusely, precum dribbling onto my stomach like someone had turned on a faucet. He lapped it all up before scooting his body lower on the mattress. I spread my legs wide, making room for him and exposing myself to his hungry gaze.

“So fucking perfect,” he whispered, echoing my earlier thoughts about him.

My back arched off the bed as he swiped the flat of his tongue up my stiff length, crying out when he took me into his mouth and proceeded to suck me down all the way to the root. How had I managed to go my whole life without this, without him, I wondered idly as he continued working his talented mouth over me.

My hands scrambled for purchase as he suddenly rolled my hips up off the bed and into the air. Holding them up with both hands, he used his thumbs to spread me open. My hands fisted the comforter as he began licking up and down my crease, my body trembling as his wet tongue swirled around my hole.

My eyes rolled back in my head, and I had trouble catching my breath as he feasted on my ass like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. I cried out his name when he suddenly speared my hole with his tongue, licking around my rim and working it inside me.

Soon, he added his fingers to the mix, slowly working me open. One finger turned into two which eventually led to three, turning me boneless while also driving me wild with need. I shouted when he twisted his wrist and his fingertips brushed over that magical spot inside me that made me see stars.

“P-Please, Donovan,” I stuttered. “I’m ready. I need you.”

He sat up, his lips glistening with spit and his cock jutting out proudly from between his legs. My mouth watered when I saw it leak, a long strand of precum dripping from the head and landing on the mattress. He reached down and stroked it, watching me from heavily hooded eyes.

“It might be easier for your first time if you got on your hands and knees,” he said.

I didn’t bother to question him as I eagerly scrambled into position. He pressed a kiss to the base of my spine then reached for the supplies he’d set on the table. I stared down at the comforter as I heard him rip the foil open followed by the click of a bottle opening.

I wiggled my ass in front of him, teasing him, then yelped when I felt the sharp sting of his hand as it landed on my right butt cheek. “Hold still, brat,” he grumbled, and I smiled at the familiar sternness in his voice.

I jumped when a cool, wet finger rubbed down my crease. Donovan slid it inside me and around my rim, liberally coating my entrance with lube. A wet sound followed, and I glanced over my shoulder to see him coating his length. A fresh wave of nerves mingled with excitement as I stared at his cock. It looked thicker than I remembered, and I wasn’t sure how it was supposed to fit inside me, but I wanted this, badly. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me, a place that only he would ever be.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“This will hurt a little, but I promise to go slow. You tell me if you need me to stop.”

My eyes met his over my shoulder. “I’ll be fine, Donovan. I trust you.”

I felt his cockhead nudging at my entrance and I automatically tensed, but he rubbed a hand up and down my spine in a soothing gesture. “I need you to breathe, baby. And bare down as I push in. It’ll help.”

My cheeks puffed out as I blew out a steadying breath. “Okay, I’m really ready.”

That time, when he started to press in, I followed his instructions, baring down until the tight ring of muscle gave way and the head of his cock sank in. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, and he stilled. “I’m okay. Keep going,” I assured him.

Donovan’s hands gripped my hips tightly as he began to sink into me, inch by agonizingly slow inch. I bit my lip as the burning increased, knowing it would only be worse if I tensed up. He gently reminded me to breathe, so I concentrated on that while he slid the rest of the way in.

Sweat dampened the hair at my temples when he stopped, holding steady behind me. His hips nestled my ass, telling me he was in all the way, and I sighed with relief. I was stretched to my limit, the full feeling I was experiencing skating the line between pleasure and pain.

“Donovan,” I pleaded.

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