Page 115 of It's Complicated

“Yeah, you do.” He gave my ass a little tap as he sat up. “You didn’t spend an hour with a plug in your ass. You need prep.”

I grumbled but didn’t argue. He was right. As turned on as I was, I’d never taken anything bigger than his fingers, which weren’t much bigger than my plug.

His dick was way bigger than his fingers. Taking him without prep would hurt. I liked it rough, but I wasn’t a fan of pain, and neither was Isaac.

“On your back,” he said. “I want to see you.”

I flopped over like a rag doll, my body limp and uncoordinated.

Isaac helped move me into place and spread my thighs so he could settle between them.

“Ready?” he asked, pouring some lube on his fingers.

Hiking my legs up, I held my knees against my chest, opening myself up for him. “So fucking ready.”

“Jesus, Jamie.” Isaac stared down at me and gently rubbed his fingers together to warm up the lube. “You have no idea how hot you look right now.”

A flutter of pride tickled my chest at his praise. I tugged my knees higher and tilted my hips in a silent invitation.

“Want me to blow you while I prep you?” he asked, slicking one finger over my hole.

“No.” I shook my head. “Too close. I’ll come if you touch me.”

“God, that’s hot.” He rubbed my thigh. “Ready?”

“Yeah. Do it.”

Carefully, he pushed one finger inside me, offering little praises as he worked it deeper.

I was used to this, and the stretch and slight burn only added to my arousal.

“That’s it, Jamie,” he praised, massaging my thigh with his free hand and gently thrusting his finger inside me. “Does that feel good?”

“Yeah. Gimme two.” I pushed the back of my head against the pillow, arching into him.

He worked a second finger inside me, flicking his gaze between my face and ass as he fucked me with both.

I sank into the pleasure, letting it consume me until I was wound so tight I was sure I was either going to come or go crazy. Maybe both.

“Now,” I begged. “Need you now.”

“Fuck.” He shuddered and gently pulled his fingers out of me. “Now I know what you meant about liking me all feral. You’re so hot right now.”

I let my legs fall against the bed and lay in a boneless heap. “Your fault for being so good with your tongue,” I mumbled.

He grinned and poured some lube into his hand. “Sorry, not sorry.” He gave himself a few quick strokes to slick himself up. “Ready for me?”

“So ready. How do you want me?”

“Like this.” He lowered himself over me, pressing me into the mattress with his bulk. “I want to be able to see you the first time.”

“I want that too.”

“Is this okay?” He hooked my legs over his arms and sort of bent me in half as he lay over me.

“Yeah, it's good.” Reaching between us, I gripped his cock and notched it against my hole. “There.”

I was so ready for him, but Isaac waited until I breathed in, then pushed against me on my exhale. We both groaned when he breached me.

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