Page 63 of Lust

“You say it like that, and you can do whatever the fuck you want to me.”

Despite my apprehension, I surrender to him. He slides his hand between us, gripping his cross before kissing my neck again. It’s like that first time he touched me, sensation shooting through me, every nerve in my body electrified as his tongue sweeps across my flesh, and I gasp at the intensity of the sensation pulsing through me in waves. My heart races. My thoughts scramble.

“Holy fuck,” I mutter.

He chuckles. “You like that?”

“You know I did.”

“Of course I know,” he says, crawling down my body and kissing my nipple.

“Ah,” I moan as another surge races through me. I’ve only just adjusted to the first, but now he’s taking me even higher.

He takes his time at my nipple. It feels like pooling energy into me as he runs his free hand across my torso, leaving where he touches swirling with heat.

After working me up, he continues down, trailing kisses, each one sending those same powerful impulses soaring through me. My head rolls against the bed as I call out, “Yes, Brad. Yes, I need it.” Even though it’s what I want, I don’t even feel in control of the words I’m saying. What he’s doing pulls them right from me.

Soon, he’s crouched down, hooking his arms under my legs, positioning me so that my ass is on display for him. After what his mouth has done to the rest of my body, I’m curious what it’ll do there, but he doesn’t leave me in suspense. He offers a lick, his arm around my thigh, his hand still gripping his cross.

It’s a fireworks show, going off and making the pressure swell. I arch my back, enjoying each explosion, as he continues licking and kissing. If it didn’t feel so damn good, I’d be pissed at him right now for not giving it to me sooner, but lost in these sensations, it’s impossible to be anything but appreciative of his skilled tongue as he slides it around my hole.

He relaxes his arm and pulls it back around my thigh, shoving his index finger in his mouth before tracing it along the rim.

“Please put it in, Brad. I can’t take much more. I need to know.”

He doesn’t disappoint me. He slips his finger in, easing his way in so expertly, navigating—

I notice my nipples, my abdomen, my cock, and behind my ears radiate with sensation, much stronger than the rest of me. And then…then the fireworks start again as his finger pushes up against what I can only assume by the explosive waves of sensation is my prostate. I moan as he stimulates it. My eyes are closed, but I know he must still be clutching his necklace because of the heat that overtakes my body, pooling at my face.

The sensations are so intense—they’re bright colors, flashes of blue like lightning, and they tingle at my tongue like a delicious taste. It almost feels overwhelming, so much so that I have to force myself to ease into it.

He must’ve sensed my wish because there’s a subtle pressure before I feel him push another finger in me. Brad seems so abrasive and forceful, but in this moment, he’s tender, the seasoned pro showing me the ropes.

When his second finger hits my prostate too, I gasp in ecstasy as I enjoy another flash of this inner color and taste. My flesh feels alive, each nerve thanking Brad for the pleasure he’s bringing me.

I’m sure he already knows, but I have to tell him, “Please fuck me. I’m ready. I promise I’m ready.”

“I love how hungry you are to have my cock inside you.”

Even his voice is turning me on differently than normal, but unlike the other times when I’ve craved, wished, that he would end my agony of wanting to know, he pulls his fingers out of me. I glance down to see him slide on the condom and tear open the packet of lube. He lubes himself first, then generously applies some to my ass. He needs to be generous with how hard I want him to fuck me.

“Get on your knees,” he orders, reminding me of how much he can read my every sexual wish.

I obey his command, rolling over and getting on my knees, placing my hands on the mattress in front of me. His hand restson my ass cheek, caressing before he offers a firm grip and a low, rumbling growl. Just hearing his feral desire for me makes me arch my back, my body’s plea for him to take me.

“Is my Straight Boy ready for cock?”

I have to laugh. “Your Straight Boy’s desperate for it.”

I blush, though how is it embarrassing to confess that when he already knows it in his fucking soul?

I feel the wet lube as he lines his cock up with my hole, then a little pressure…sweet, delicious pressure that makes my flesh prick with anticipation. As he eases in, my body welcomes him, and I push my ass back. I know the spot I need him against.

But the pressure mounts too quickly.

“Be patient,” he says, gripping my ass. “I want it too, but you gotta be patient.”

I relax, trusting his expertise as he takes his time, opening me up with that fat cock. Once my body has eased up and I can feel he’s getting close to that spot, I’m too greedy, though, and I force myself back farther until he finally hits.

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