Page 104 of In Plain Sight

“Yeah,” I said distantly, my thoughts growing hazy and a strange sort of floaty feeling settling over me.

“Good boy.”

The wet heat of his mouth once again enveloped my cock, and he gently dipped his finger inside me. The combination was incredible, and I relaxed even more, going almost boneless on the bed.

Zander seemed to intrinsically know exactly what I needed, and he managed to keep me hovering right on the edge of release as he worked first one, then two fingers inside me.

He was careful to avoid my prostate as he opened me, and soon I was moaning nonstop, desperate for more but not wanting it to end. Just when I thought I was going to lose my mind from need, he pulled his fingers out of me and licked his way off my cock.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked, staring down at me like I was his favorite treat and he couldn’t wait to take his first bite.

“So ready,” I said with a reedy moan. “Fuck me, Zander. Please.”

He shuddered, the first outward sign that he was as affected by all of this as me and tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth.

I started to turn over, my body shaky and uncoordinated.

“Stay just like that for me,” he said, interrupting my quest to get on my hands and knees for him. “On your back.”

I stopped trying to flip over and lay back on the bed.

He rolled the condom on and squirted some lube in his hand. Instead of slicking himself up, he gave my cock a few strokes, coating it with the lube.

“Stroke yourself while I get my cock in you,” he said, rubbing the rest of the lube onto the condom. “Make yourself feel good.”

“I might come,” I warned.

“No, you won’t.” He shifted closer to me, holding his base and angling his cock to line it up with my hole. “You’re going to be a good boy and wait until I say you can, right?.”

“I’ll try.” With a shaky hand, I gripped my cock and gave it a long, slow stroke. “But no promises.”

He chuckled and pressed the blunt head of his cock harder against me. “Does that feel good?”

“Too good,” I gritted out.

He flashed me a grin that was so full of heat that my entire body clenched. “Imagine how good it’ll feel when I’m inside you. When it’s my cock fucking you exactly the way you need.”

“You’re evil.” I glared at him, but even I could tell the effect was ruined by how far gone I was.

“Maybe.” He pressed a bit harder against me. “Ready for me?”

“Yeah.” I loosened my grip on my dick so my touch was featherlight and barely more than a tease.

“That’s it. Work that cock and let me in.” He pushed a bit harder against my hole.

Instinctively, I relaxed for him. He held my thighs up, keeping me open for him. His thumbs traced wide circles against my skin that were both soothing and arousing.

“Make yourself feel good. Let me see how much you want this,” he rasped, some of his control slipping.

I gasped as he breached me and arched into him. He held me in place with his hands and slowly pushed deeper.

The usual pain was absent, and so was the uncomfortable sensation of being too full. The stretch was there, and the slight sting only added to my pleasure.

“That’s it, baby. That’s all of me.” He paused when his thighs brushed my ass. “God, Luka. You feel so fucking good.” He squeezed his eyes closed, once again showing that I wasn’t the only one about to lose my ever-loving mind from how good this was.

I let go of my dick with a cry. The moment was too much, and I was way too close.

Having all of him in me, his big, powerful body over mine, that heated, possessive stare trained on me, was wreaking havoc on my senses. I wasn’t used to eye contact when I was getting fucked, and the intimacy of being able to see him, knowing he wanted to look at me, made everything that much more incredible and intense.

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