Page 203 of Whistle

“Yes.”

“Comfortable enough for me to prep you?”

I arched my back, pushing my ass up to make it even easier.

“First, these,” he said, tugging the thong down and removing it with my pants.

Once my bottoms were gone, I spread my thighs, and he drizzled the lubrication over my crack. It was cool and slippery, dripping in every crevice it found. His fingers were eager and thorough as he spread it along my entire slit and rubbed the underside of my balls.

“You’re beautiful,” he told me, voice all husky and deep.

When his hands parted my cheeks, I whimpered a little because the soreness was setting in. But the tip of his finger at my entrance chased all that away.

“You can come whenever you want, sweetheart.” He dragged his finger around my rim. “In thirty seconds or five minutes, I don’t care. No matter when it happens, that orgasm is mine, so just let me please you.”

I nodded, and he dipped his finger into me, opening me slowly as he tugged my balls with his free hand. The tugging coupled with the invasion had my lips parting and little ah, ah, ahs falling from my lips.

I was squirming, completely lost to desire, when his finger bottomed out and crooked slightly to brush my prostate. I gasped and then let out a long, low moan.

“You like that?” he whispered.

“So good,” I said, practically drooling.

“Lie out on the bed for me,” he said, slowly dragging his finger from my body.

I protested, begging for more, and he promised to give it as soon as I complied.

I was so boneless that he had to help me, and I fell back onto the bed, practically starfished on the mattress.

He stood and made short work of his clothes, my hazy eyes hungrily eating up every inch of skin he revealed. His dick appeared bigger than usual, swollen and angry as if it were denied too long. I licked my lips, remembering how sweet and salty he tasted.

Seeing my reaction, he straddled my chest and held his dick right to my lips. I opened instantly, and he fed me his shaft. That salty tang I had anticipated burst over my tastebuds. I moaned, eyes drifting closed as I sucked and licked. He grunted, and I lifted my head, trying to take him deeper, but my neck was too wobbly to support its weight and I fell back with a whimper.

Chuckling, he rose to his knees and braced his palms above the headboard. I pushed a pillow under my head, and he thrust between my lips, pushing as deep as I had tried to take him before. My eyes rolled back in my head and I lay there slack-jawed while he fucked my face, and I humped the air and leaked all over my stomach.

Too soon, he pulled back and slid down my body, pushing one finger back into me as though it had never left. Gasping, I planted my feet flat on the bed and let my thighs fall open. He added more lube to my crack, my balls, and then my dick.

After a few moments, he had two fingers in me, and the tips were pressed right against my prostate. It felt so good that I threw my head back, neck straining as my body teetered on the edge. He massaged the spot as if he knew exactly how to stroke and backed off right before I blew.

My dick jerked and wept everywhere until I strained and my moans echoed in the bedroom.

And then his lips closed around my dick, hot, wet mouth gliding all the way to the base. Hollowing out his cheeks, he sucked as his fingers pressed and rubbed against that spot inside me.

I shot off like a rocket, arching as I unloaded down his throat, the orgasm taking over my entire body and mind until I was a tense ball of pleasure, writhing in his hold.

He sucked me until I collapsed onto the bed, then pulled off and kissed my tip. After easing his fingers out of me, he opened the lube, and I cracked one eye open to see him on his knees between my thighs.

“Can you handle more?” he asked softly.

“Will you come inside me?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Please.”

Although I was more relaxed than ever before, his swollen head was still a tight fit, and I panted as he pushed it in.

When he finally bottomed out, I smiled and wiggled on the fullness.

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