Page 73 of Hidden But Not Safe

“Fuck me with them,” Meg mumbled. “I want to be filled by you.”

Naz’s vision dimmed a little. He’d been fucked with fingers. They’d stabbed into his ass and scissored, as if they could open him wider. It’d made him cry out in pain.

But it wasn’t his ass she wanted. She wasn’t going to do anything to him. She wanted him to do it to her.

Meg looked into his eyes as if she were seeing every fear he’d ever had. As if she could see everything.

Instead of scaring him, her eyes on him chased the gray edges away. His fingers moved, finding her slick enough to slide right inside up to his knuckles.

His dick was still hard. He tried to imagine replacing his fingers inside of her with his dick, but the image wouldn’t come. He’d go soft if he tried.

So he filled her with his fingers instead. Her slickness drew him deeper. Her pussy gripped his fingers in a way that made his dick even harder.

“In and out,” Meg said. “Please, in and out.”

Her wetness was pooling on his palm. He pulled his fingers almost out, drawing more of her slickness out with him. Then he pushed back in. It was easier the second time.

“Harder.” Her hips lifted into his next push inside, taking his fingers faster. “Oh, fuck, harder. Fuck me.”

He didn’t want to hurt her. He moved his fingers faster, thrusting into her quicker to match her rising hips.

“Ignacio!” His name on her lips caused saliva to fill his mouth, but he couldn’t concentrate to swallow it.

Her eyes squeezed shut. They moved together faster, her pussy squeezing around him as if it could draw his fingers deeper.

“Yes, Ignacio! I want you. I want you so much.”

On his next thrust inside, she came, her hand clamping around his wrist to keep it there as she worked her pussy on his fingers, flutters grazing them as her walls squeezed and released, like he’d done to her clit.

Her grip loosened, and her eyes shut. She fell asleep with his fingers still inside her. When he slowly pulled them out, she had soaked his hand.

His cock was aching, and dampness had spread on the cotton underwear he wore, but it wasn’t the same as her wetness. He tried to imagine what it would have felt like if she’d come on his cock, and his body shuddered, even though he couldn’t quite picture it.

He lay back on the bed, panting through the incredible ache in his dick. It was hard. It was so fucking hard.

His soaked hand rested on his thigh, making it slick.

He used his dry hand to drag the underwear down, his erection springing free. Before he could overthink it, he covered his dick with her wetness. His dick looked slick now, slick from her. It was too much.

His shocked cry locked in his throat as he came. Ropes of cum covered his polo shirt while the euphoria of it flooded through him, turning his mind to mush. Saliva overflowed his lips, dribbling down his chin.

His body was wrecked. It twitched and shuddered as his dick grew soft.

He slipped his hand up to smear his cum with the same fingers that had been inside her. Him and her together. There was something so satisfying about staring at the combined slickness.

Meg hated cum.

Naz froze, looking toward her.

Her eyes remained closed, her breaths puffing out in soft flutters.

He’d come. The knowledge slid inside, and he waited for the backlash of reality.

But there were no voices in his head trying to shame him.

There was only the sound of Meg’s soft breathing as her body finally relaxed.

He lay there, cum soaking into the too-tight shirt and starting to feel gross. What the hell was he waiting for? He couldn’t regret how great that had felt.

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