Page 57 of Teasing the Winger

A warm and inviting energy wraps around my body as we walk toward the front doors, hand in hand. I know it’s the love that we feel for each other, and I’m never going to let it go.

CHAPTER THIRTY

RIO

The comedy club was an amazing experience, but I’m excited to get Sasha back to my room and be alone with him.

We’ve been messing around a lot and have found so many different ways to get off, but we haven’t had sex yet, and I’m hoping tonight we can make that change. Sasha keeps making comments about taking my giant cock, so I know he’s on board. I’ve been the apprehensive one.

Thankfully, Monster and Bronny are both in their rooms when we get back to my apartment, so I don’t have to face my friends’ ribbing.

Once my bedroom door is shut, I grab Sasha and smash our lips together, pressing him against the door.

“I need you,” I whisper against his lips before diving in for more. “Want to be inside you,” I tell him as I trail kisses along his jaw and down his neck.

“Really?” Sasha squeaks the word out, and I grind my hard cock into his hip in response.

“I know we’ve been taking our time, but I’m ready,” I assure him, stepping back to take my jacket off and pull my shirt over my head.

“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for you to say those words,” he replies, quickly stripping out of his own clothes.

“Get on the bed on all fours,” I instruct, not missing the way Sasha’s eyes light up at my bossy side.

“Yes, Sir,” he practically purrs the words before strutting toward the bed and assuming the position.

I take a deep breath as I stare at Sasha’s perfect body. His strong legs and arms hold him in place, and his back gently rises and falls with each breath. His delicious cock hangs heavy between his legs, already hard as a rock.

Licking my lips, I step toward him, then kneel between his legs and use my hands to spread his cheeks apart.

“So fucking perfect,” I whisper before leaning forward and trailing my tongue across his pucker.

“God,” he cries out in a breathy tone, his head lifting back as he does, which results in his spine curving down.

“You like that baby?” I inquire before swirling my tongue around his star again.

“Ungh,” he responds, and I can’t help but chuckle at his nonsense.

“You taste so fucking good,” I tell him before stiffening my tongue, shoving it through the tight muscles of his entrance. “I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of you.”

I suck on my fingers before returning to enjoy the delicious taste of my man. As I eat his ass, I gently slide in one finger alongside my tongue and smile as his needy moans and whimpers get louder. He eventually drops his head to the bed to bite my comforter and muffle his noises. We really need a night alone where we don’t have to worry about being too loud.

I take my time stretching Sasha with my tongue and fingers, knowing that I’m not small and I really don’t want to hurt him.

“I need you,” Sasha begs, but I shake my head.

“Not yet. I want to make sure you’re good and stretched,” I tell him, then slide my fingers out, not missing the way he whimpers at the loss. “It’s okay, baby. I’m going to take good care of you, but I want you to flip over.”

While he gets into position, I open my nightstand drawer and grab the bottle of lube and a condom. I don’t need the condom just yet, but the second he’s ready, I’m going to want to be balls deep inside him, and I won’t want to stop to grab the proper supplies.

“Grab the backs of your thighs and show me that gorgeous pucker,” I tell him as I pour a generous amount of lube onto my fingers.

My man obeys instantly, and I bite my lower lip at how perfectly he’s presenting himself to me.

Slowly I slide three fingers inside him while trailing kisses down his leg toward his leaking cock.

“Shit, that feels so good,” Sasha moans out as I continue to stretch him. “But I need your cock.”

“Soon, baby,” I assure him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

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