Page 110 of Burn It Down

I cut my laugh off before it can leave my mouth because this position is already vulnerable enough. It would be way worse if the person whose face was buried in your ass started laughing. I listen with rapt attention as his words go from panicked to resigned to enjoyment, as is the normal progression of ass play in my humble opinion.

Knowing it’s getting close to time for me to sink something other than my tongue in him, I hop off the bed and shimmy out of my clothes. Not wanting to give him a single second to let his thoughts get away from him, I lay back down and dive back in, trying to keep the pleasure train rolling.

This time, I sit my own ass back on my heels to create a small amount of space between my chest and the mattress while I keep assaulting Dylan with my tongue. I flip the cap to the lube open one handed, pass the bottle to myself under my chest and pour a healthy dollop on my fingers.

Then, pulling my head back ever so slightly, I make room for one finger to penetrate him, making sure a good amount coats both he and I. I run my finger around the outside so he knows it’s coming. His breathing is so loud and heavy, I know he’s turned on as hell.

Sitting up a little straighter, I grab his cock in my left hand and begin slow pulls as my right middle finger finally breaches him.

And oh my fuck.I should’ve made myself come while he was in the shower because no fucking way I’m going to last more than twelve seconds inside him. My dick is drenched in pre-cum just from the way he’s gripping my finger.

“D…Dyl…Dylan.” It takes me three tries to get his full name to fall from my lips. “You have to relax baby, or this is gonna end before it starts.”

“It feels so…” I wait with baited breath for him to finish the sentence. “…so fuckinggood.”

My heart soars. I’m doing it. I’m making this scary leap goodfor him.

“That’s it, just keep talking to me,” I tell him, before adding more lube and another finger. “How’re you doing?”

“I’m okay,” he replies, relaxing even further. He’s keeping his eyes closed and although I wish I could see those blue irises staring back at me, I want him to stay however he’s most comfortable. I repeat the process and work him up to the plug I bought which is slightly thinner than me, but since actual skin and spongy tissue compress more easily, I figure my own girth will feel similar inside him.

Keeping my movements slow and steady, I work him over until he no longer seems in control of his hips as his own weeping cock seeks friction. Every push of the plug against his prostate has him moaning and writhing beneath me, giving in to the pleasure and forgetting about the bullshit.

Meaning it’s go-time.

I squirt a literal fuck-ton of lube onto my shaft and give myself a couple easy strokes to ease the pressure, careful not to blow my load and ruin the last forty minutes of prep work.

“Last chance, to change your mind baby, because once I start, I’m going to plant a flag so deep in your ass, you’ll never fucking forget who was here first.”

“Yes…please.” He moans, finally opening his eyes, almost paralyzing me with that shock of blue against his sweat coated face.

Nudging the head of my cock against his entrance, I feel him tense in anticipation before he exhales and allows me to come home. However, as a natural result of being invaded, his ass clamps down on my dick to halt my progress. Stopping my forward thrust so I don’t hurt him is the hardest thing I’ve ever done — literally.

“Are you okay?” I ask again, fighting tooth and nail to not give in to the pleasure being inside him brings. I inch my way forward by millimeters singing the alphabet in my head so I don’t come on the spot.

“I think so,” he answers. His wince almost makes me stop again, but that would be cruel seeing as I’m now at the widest part of myself.

“Take a deep breath for me,” I instruct, knowing once we get past this, his body will no longer rebel against me, but rather pull me into him. On his exhale, I place a comforting hand on his lower abdomen and nudge my hips forward ever so slightly, feeling him take me in.

He throws his head back on the pillows behind him, his eyes screwing shut again. “Ay dios mío,” he mutters, moving his arms around in the sheets like he’s not sure where to put them.

I grab his right hand and lead him to his own dick. Eventually, I’ll do this part for him, but it’s taking all my concentration to support his legs, help him stay relaxed, and control my thrusts.

“Eres jodidamente enorme.”

“I love when you speak Spanish, but I don’t understand a word you’re saying, so if you’re telling me you need a minute, or that my cock is too small and you can’t feel anything, I need you to switch back to English.”

“I said you’refucking huge.”

I grin down at him. “Well, that’s not anything you didn’t already know,” I tease, starting to work my hips forward and back in a short range of motion. The smile he gives me in return runs the serious risk of stopping my heart in my chest.

“True, but it’s different when I’m taking it up the ass,” he grunts, starting to tense up.

“Okay, joke’s over. I need you to relax again. You feel so fucking good, baby.” One more push and I’m seated inside him all the way to my balls. My dick jerks in response to the depth and Dylan shudders.

“That feels amazing.”

“Are you okay if I move a little faster?” As soon as he gives his consent, I add more lube, making sure everything stays coated in the thick gel. I place his calf on my shoulder, freeing up a hand so I can jerk him off while burying myself inside him.

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