Page 77 of Rhett

He grabs the bottle of lube, and a moment later I feel cool liquid pool in my crease. Tripp keeps fucking into me with hisdigit, each time making sure to pay attention to my prostate and nearly shooting me to the moon.

“Can I give you another finger?”

“Now. Yes. Jesus, Tripp. I love this.” Love him touching me, love him inside me, love knowing he’s opening me up for his cock.

“Fuck.” His teeth nip at my ass, and then I feel him pushing two fingers inside, kissing me and touching me while he’s fucking me. Tripp is fucking me. It might not be with his dick yet, but it’s still what he’s doing. I’ve done this to him numerous times by now, but somehow it feels like it alters my brain knowing Tripp is doing it to me.

I fuck my cock against the bed and my ass against his fingers, while Tripp tells me, “You’re so fucking sexy like this. I can’t believe how well you’re taking my fingers. I can’t wait until it’s my dick inside you, showing you how much you’re mine.”

“Yours.” I want to tell him that every day, all the time, want to remind myself that I belong to Tripp and he belongs to me. That he loves me the way I am, chooses me, doesn’t want to mold me or change me into anything else.

“Fuck me,” I find myself saying. “Fuck me, Tripp. I need to feel you. Need to come.”

“Christ, yes. Me too.” He pushes up onto his knees, my ass feeling empty when he pulls his fingers out of me.

I roll to my back. Tripp reaches for the condom, and my hand shoots out, stopping him. “Do we need that? You know I haven’t been with anyone in years, and I’ve been tested. I’m negative.”

“Me too.”

“I want to feel all of you inside me.” I don’t allow myself to be embarrassed by my need. There’s no room for that between us, not anymore, not ever.

He answers by slamming his mouth down on mine in a possessive kiss. My arms wrap around him, and Tripp moves sohe’s leaning over me. “I love you. I can’t wait to fill you up, to know that my cum is inside you,” he says against my mouth.

When Tripp pulls away, I watch him as he pumps lube into his hand and coats his cock. He tugs me down some on the mattress, Tripp between my legs and pushing them open and back. A tremor rocks me to my core, but it’s not fear. It’s desire and rightness and hunger and happiness, all the things this man has brought into my life.

“I’ll make it good for you. I promise.”

I nod. There’s no doubt in my mind about that, and then a moment later, his cock is pushing against my hole. It feels different than his fingers because there’s so much more girth there. I suck in a sharp breath, the sensation not one I’m used to yet, and again, I’m not sure how I feel about it. But before, it got better, and I have no doubt it will again.

“Fuck,” stumbles from my mouth, the stretch and fullness making me shift.

“Want me to stop?”

“No. Keep going. I want you.”

He puts more lube into his hand and then begins stroking my dick while working his way inside me. I’d softened some, but the tight, slick grip of his hand brings me back to life again.

“Jesus, baby. I can’t believe how tight you are, how fucking perfect you feel wrapped around me.” He pushes in a little more, then more again, talking me through it, jerking me, looking at me in this way that no one has ever looked at me before Tripp. Like I’m something. And more than that. Maybe everything.

I suck through my teeth again when he pushes forward, my body stretching to accommodate him. It’s amazing to think about, that Tripp is inside me, that my body is molding and shaping itself so he can fit. That thought has my cock jerking in his hand, has my desire amped up another notch. I fucking love this.

“More,” I plead.

“I’m almost all the way in.”

“Just do it. Want it.”

His pupils flare wide before Tripp pushes the rest of the way in. We moan together, not breaking eye contact.

“Christ, I can’t believe you’re in me.” I’m still adjusting. I’m so full, and there’s no getting around that feeling being something I’m not familiar with. But I also know it’ll be good, that he’s going to make me out of my mind with pleasure. “Fuck me, Tripp.”

He gives me a smirk that says more than he knows, pulls back, and thrusts his hips forward again. Tripp kisses me while he takes me, the slide of his dick feeling better and better with each thrust.

Every time his cock brushes my prostate, I get an extra jolt of pleasure shooting through me. His tongue is in my mouth and his dick is in my ass. There’s something intoxicating about that, something that makes me feel like I can fucking fly. I want to hold on to that, to keep it with me and feel it over and over again.

“Tripp…yes…I…” I’m not even sure how to finish that sentence.

I feel his smile as he’s kissing down my neck, and it elicits one of my own.

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