Page 94 of Devilry

“Now close your eyes,” he commands. “And relax.”

With my sense of sight now cut off, my sense of touch is amplified tenfold. While I dutifully work my length, a slick finger runs up and down my taint.

My body trembles.

“Just concentrate on my voice, okay?” He circles my exposed hole, teasing the rim. “Let go of your dick and put your hands by your sides.”

Obeying him is like second nature, an extra layer heightening the sexual tension between us. I clutch at the sheets when the tip of his finger slides through my tight muscle.

“Breathe, baby,” he coaxes, as his digit begins to slowly thrust in and out of me. Knuckle deep, he grazes my prostate and it takes all my strength to not come right there and then. Pulling out to use more lube, he returns to my hole, adding a second finger.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I can’t wait to feel you strangling my cock.”

He begins scissoring his fingers, stretching me as wide and for as long as he can. Probing the sensitive bud with every long and hard thrust, every nerve ending in my body begins to stand at attention.

“Open your eyes,” he commands, just as he slips in a third finger. My body arches off the bed, the intrusion strangely intoxicating. “You think you’re ready for me?” he asks.

Unable to concentrate on anything besides how full I feel, I offer him a feeble attempt at a nod. “I can’t hear you,” he taunts, pushing his fingers deeper.

Breathlessly, I answer. “I’m ready.”

He drags his fingers out, painfully slow, and I whimper at the emptiness. I refuse to dwell on any bouts of discomfort, but rather focus on the undeniable amount of pleasure that’s waiting for me on the other side.

He reaches for the condom and hands it to me. “Want to put it on me?”

“I—” My face heats up in embarrassment.

“Lucky I’m a good teacher, huh?” Placing his hands over mine, he shows me how to cinch the top with one hand and roll the latex down his shaft with the other.

Lowering his head, he presses his lips to mine. Overpowering me into the mattress, his body falls on mine, his sheathed cock digging into mine. His kisses pull me into an overwhelming sense of security and safety. Every taste of his tongue, a delicious reassurance that I couldn’t have chosen my first time to be with anyone better.

Using all his strength, he rolls us over so I’m on top of him. He slaps my ass. “Get up on your knees and bring your ass up here.” He points to his face. “Don’t look so shocked. Don’t you trust me? I got you.”

Wanting him to know I trust him implicitly, I grab onto the headboard, while I situate myself right above him. On my knees, I look down and see Cole salaciously grinning at the view. Grabbing the lube, he generously pours some into his hands.

One hand grips his cock, stroking up and down, coating the condom with lube. The other helps his digits slide in and stretch out my hole.

One finger.

Fuck.

Two Fingers.

Fuck.

Three Fingers.

Fuck.

I peer down at him, breathless. “You’re killing me you know that?”

Holding my hips, he raises his head and plants a kiss on one of my cheeks. “You’ll thank me after the orgasm of your life. Now come on and sink yourself on my cock.”

I shuffle down his body and hover above his slick, eager erection. With one hand spreading my cheek and the other lining up his dick, he coaches me. “Put your hands on my chest and go slow.”

The second his crown touches my rim, I stiffen.

“Breathe, baby. Breathe,” he coos.

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