Page 136 of Butterfly Effect

Plush, wet lips travel the same path as her fingers. Kissing, suckling, licking, doting. I wrench my eyes shut, imagination running wild. My cock weeps.

Hands claw into the flesh of my ass. I reactively widen my stance. Begging.

“This is what you want?” She noses the contour line at the peak of my thigh.

“God, yes.”

“Has anyone ever had you like this?”

“No.” I gasp. “Only you.”

“Can I be rough with you?”

I wiggle, seeking her touch. “You can be anything you want with me. Take it. Take me.”

The kisses reach the crest of the crease, splitting my lower half, and my pulse roars when she pulls me apart.

She hums. “Fuck, I could get used to seeing you like this.” A trail of warm saliva coasts down, coating the hole. It pulses with the pass of her finger. Astonishment brightens her husky tone. “You’re so…pink, Wade. So wet, so shiny.”

I moan at the praise and quiver when the harsh force of her spit lands on the opening and clench with each caress that stops to massage at the sensitive spot below.

A crack sounds as she slaps one cheek.

“Oh,” comes out. Plaintive. Heady.

“More?”

“More.”

Another finger joins in the travel past the slick crevice, this time with a hearty snicker. “Everyone knows you’re a slut, Wade” —the same fingers knead my perineum again— “but only I know what a needy slut you are for me.”

My face buries in the sheets, unable to control the nonsensical sounds exiting my mouth as she licks and licks,closer and closer to the greased hole. I simultaneously tense and go pliant at her hot breath blowing over the puckered opening.

I keen. Her tonguing my asshole has my head spinning. All I can say isfuckandGabe,and both words are mashed together like boiled potatoes. Which is precisely the current state of my brain.

There’s a click. For the briefest second, I think maybe my mind is falling apart.

Cold lube glides over every overheated inch of flesh, spread by those perfect fucking fingers.

“Relax,” she rasps, the pad of her index finger experimenting with pressure against the opening. “It’ll hurt if you don’t.” She knuckles the space behind my balls, and I loosen with a jerk.

The tip slides in, and I wince, the rigid finger stretching the canal’s delicate tissue.

“Ungh.”

“You’re doing so good,” she purrs, pressing in and retreating in languid strokes. Her encouragement has me tilting my hips back to suck her in deeper.

My thighs stutter when Gabe reaches the swollen dome of flesh inside me. I cling to reality with every rubbed circle. Pre-cum leaks from me like a faucet. One of my hands seeks out my anguished cock, wanting to jack myself into a frenzy.

Crack.

The impact of her smack on the other cheek ripples through my body.

“Hands where I can see them.”

“Fucking shi—please.” They obey, rising above my head, only to bunch the fabric in my fists.

“You’ll come like this,” she demands. “Without touching yourself.”

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