Page 71 of Fearless Bond

I scrambled to sit behind him. “Oh yeah.”

His ass was full of my cum and so slippery it squelched when I worked my fingers in. I used four and widened his rim.

Calvin moaned and sank onto his elbows.

“It feels so good.”

I rotated my fingers, stroking his inner walls. “Your body is changing with the pregnancy.”

“Try more. Oh… Oh God, yes.”

A dark hole opened between my fingers when I pulled. Calvin groaned from deep within.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I could put my fist in you.”

The idea must have made him as excited as I was. He cried out and rocked back, trying to fuck himself on my hand. “Aah! Do it! Please.”

He was pregnant, sure, but was it too soon? He’d had my knot in him only a few days ago, and the pregnancy hormoneswould make him flexible. It could work. “We’ll try, and if it gets too tight, we’ll stop.”

Calvin nodded, rubbing his face against the pillow. “Please!”

Using only one hand, I tucked my thumb into my palm and pushed my fingers inside him. It was easy until his rim reached my knuckles. Despite the resistance, Calvin urged me on with groans of pleasure.

“Want you… in me… your hand. All of it. God, that’s good. Stretch me.”

I pumped, rotated my hand, and added one finger from my left hand. When I tugged, his opening widened, and he cried out. His ass was all but yawning.

Holy shit.It could work.

I grabbed his cock and stroked it while I pushed with my hand in and out. Calvin’s slick and the abundance of my cum eased the way, wetting my hand.

“Do it!” he cried, his voice guttural. “Put your hand in me. Do it.”

How was it even possible? Calvin was so small and slim. But after a few thrusts, his rim slid past my knuckles. His flesh engulfed my hand, and his hole sucked me in. The ring of muscle tightened around my wrist.

“Oh God! God!”

I didn’t dare to move, but he began rocking back and forth, fucking himself on my hand. His ass fluttered around me, and his cock spat drops of cum onto the covers.

His groans grew louder. He lay with his upper body on the bed and panted.

“Fuck me with your fist,” he demanded.

I pumped carefully, and he shouted.

“Yes! Barclay! Fuck me with it! Fuck me!”

Holy hell.My arm sticking out of his ass… Damn. I withdrew almost to the knuckles and sank back in. Again. And once more.

Calvin made animalistic sounds of raw joy.

His rim gave way on the next thrust, allowing me to pull out entirely and slide back in. The smacking sound his hole made… My dick was hard and throbbing as if I hadn’t come only a few minutes ago.

“Again!” Calvin shrieked.

It was insanely wrong and the hottest thing in the world.

I gave him seven full thrusts with my fist, and with each, he yelled so loudly the windowpanes seemed to shake. His inner muscles began clenching, and I felt the mouth to his womb against my fingers. I found the center of the soft bump and pressed my middle finger against it. It pulsated. Calvin mewled into the pillow, his hole squeezing my hand. Amid his seizure-like orgasm, I took my hand out and replaced it with my cock.

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