“I’m ready, King… Just fuck me already,” he said breathlessly.
“Nope, I want to be sure you can take me.”
“You just want to keep fingering me and driving me crazy.”
I chuckled. “That, too.”
Harley huffed and pushed his ass back for more. I granted him three fingers, wanting to torture him a bit longer, making sure to keep tapping on that hot spot of his.
“You know what would be really hot?” I asked.
“You fucking me?”
I barked out a laugh. “That, too. But a prostate massager or a huge plug in your ass. Seriously, your ass is gorgeous. I’d love to see it all stretched.”
“You’re killing me, King.”
“With pleasure, I hope.”
“Definitely.”
After working him open a bit longer, I pulled my fingers out, wiped them on his blanket since I had nothing else, and sat up straighter on my knees to line my cock up with his waiting hole, moving open and closed as if seeking me to be fucked.
“Ready?”
“More than ready.”
I eased my tip in, and my eyes shuttered closed, knowing I was going to love this.
ThiswasexactlywhatI was looking for in a man. Someone I shared things in common and had hot sexual chemistry with. Kingston was so confident, too. While I could be generally confident, I wasn’t as much in the bedroom with men, having so little experience, but I had enough to pass as someone relatively knowledgeable.
Kingston got me so worked up and aroused by playing with my ass, and he made me melt with his experienced fingers. How did he get me so turned on yet completely relaxed atthe same time?
My cock throbbed, desperate for friction, but I didn’t want to rub off the lube onto the bed. I would stroke myself when I got closer to coming. For now, I only wanted tofeelhim.
The head of Kingston’s dick stretched me, and the muscles around my hole wanted to resist, but I fought it, trying to keep it loose as I’d learned online. As he eased inside me, I bore down, allowing him to sink into me, inch by inch. It burned like hell, and my muscles strained, wanting to pull away to get him out, but I shoved aside the pain, knowing I would be filled with pleasure soon enough.
Once he was fully seated, we both sat there for a moment, our breaths heaving as if we’d run a marathon. I didn’t know if he needed the break or if he was giving me time to adjust to him. Probably the latter. My ass was so stretched and full. It was an odd sensation, but simply having a man inside me made me desperate for more and to keep pushing through the discomfort.
“Please move, King.”
“Ilikeyou begging.”
I growled at him, making him laugh. “Do you like things rough, Harl?”
“Anything. I’m just so fucking turned on right now, and Ireallyneed to come. You have magic fingers.”
Kingston dug said fingers into my hips hard enough to leave marks and pulled out of me all the way to the tip before he slammed home. My body was shoved forward, my head hitting on the headboard, which I hadn’t been ready for.
“Ow…”
“Oops, sorry,” he said, chuckling. “Got a little carried away.”
I snorted a laugh, but it quickly died when his cock pulled out and slammed back home again, hitting my prostate. My eyes rolled, and my body was filled with electric heat and pressure from my nuts straight to my dick.
Kingston picked up speed and pounded into me so hard again I had to brace one hand on the headboard.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last long. It’s been a hot minute since I did this,” he said.