Page 27 of Glitter

Of course, my angel had no such qualms. “More. Yank them off,” he instructed. “Tear them if you have to, boo. I have more.” He wriggled his ass again, which, ironically, aided me in inching them down his hips and over the sweet tautness of his ass, even as he continued to urge me to remove them by any means necessary. “Do it. Rip them off. Destroy my panties, boo. Then I can frame them and give them to you as a reminder.”

It was... Fuck, it was tempting. But I had managed to drag the underwear down his slender thighs without damaging them, and it was easy enough to continue pulling them down the rest of his legs, and over his narrow feet—his heeled slippers having been discarded somewhere in his bedroom. Holding them out past the edge of the bed, the underwear fluttered silently to the floor.

“Good, boo. Finally,” he said.

Creating some more space for me to fit between his legs, he drew his left knee up slightly, the lacy band at the top edge of his stocking lovingly cupping his thigh as it flexed.

“My apologies, boo. I’m afraid my mind didn’t let me think of anything past giving you the blow job I owed you.” His tone of voice remained firm and commanding, even while offering up words of remorse. “So, you’re going to have to get me ready to take your fat cock.”

He reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube that was sitting on the dark plum-colored sheets, near his shoulder. The angle was awkward, his arm extended and twisted behind his back, and we both watched as the bottle bounced off my stomach after he lobbed it at me.

A gentle snort of air preceded his next order. “Get your fingers nice and wet for me, boo. Err on the side of too much. By the time you’re done opening me up with your fingers, I want my ass to be drenched and dripping. An open, soaked hole, so you can slide that thick dick all the way in until you’re balls deep.”

“Fuck,” I moaned softly, the mental picture he’d painted practically negating the physical relief of my earlier orgasm. Once more, my dick was hard and aching, desperate and needy for him.

Before reaching for the bottle, I allowed myself one small, brief detour—trailing my fingertips along his stocking-clad thighs before my fingers were all sticky with lube.

The dark material contrasted sharply against the pale, milky white color of his skin. But the smooth, silky texture blended almost seamlessly with the soft, satiny feel of his skin above the top of the stockings.

I kept my touch to the softest of whispers, not wanting to accidentally snag or damage the gauzy, delicate things. From just above his knee, over the softly nubby texture of the lacy, elastic band, and along to just below the sweet curve of his ass, I lightly ran my fingertips up the back of my angel’s thighs. Avidly, I observed the trail of goosebumps left behind and the faint tremble my touch caused.

But I only let myself take that one, fleeting caress. Then I turned my attention to the task at hand—the instructions he’d laid out for me.

After bouncing off my stomach, the bottle of lube had landed in between my partially splayed thighs. I snatched it up and only fumbled it for a moment before I was able to get the cap open. Drizzling a fair amount of the sticky fluid on my fingers, I scooted farther forward, into the space he’d left for me between his spread legs.

The momentary delay had given the lube the chance to warm up, but the first swipe of my slicked fingers to his tightly furled hole made him shiver.

“That’s it, boo. Just like that,” he said, his voice coming out breathless and shuddery. “Get it…Get it all wet. Wet and open for your cock.”

Now I was the one trembling. The view of my fingers smearing lube on his tiny, pink hole, making it slick and glistening, was awe inspiring.

I pressed forward with one thick finger. And while, obviously, I knew he could take more, his opening looked so small and tight, I was still amazed when my finger easily slid in, all the way to the second knuckle on that first pass.

“Oh shit. So hot,” I helplessly muttered, although I’m not sure if my comment was for the physical temperature of his channel, or the view, or the feel of him snugly gripping my finger, or…or…all of it. It was all fucking hot.

“Mmhmm. Keep going,” was his next command. “One finger’s not going to do it. Not for as fucking thick as you’re cock is. Gimme another, boo. Now.”

Reluctant to lose the feel of his channel around my finger, I nonetheless did as I was told. Withdrawing the singular digit, when I pressed in again, it was with my middle and index finger.

It was a tighter fit with two fingers, but his hole still stretched easily enough and soon I was thrusting in and out, fucking him with my fingers, getting his channel slick with lube and loosening up his opening.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I commented, loving the way his hole was clamped around my fingers.

His hips had been raising and lowering to meet the plunging of my fingers, but now he shifted his body back so that his knees were curled up under him and his ass was sticking up into the air.

“My toys and I would beg to differ,” he said, huffing a short laugh. “Now give me three, boo. Three fingers. Just for a little bit. Then I’m going to want that dick. That fat, fat dick.”

I pulled my fingers out, then squeezed some more lube onto my hand. Once it was warmed up again, I settled the tips of three fingers at his softened opening. I waited for a second, just to see if he would change his mind. But when he didn’t, I nudged them in, twisting and wiggling them until his channel let me sink them to the first knuckle.

I don’t know if his heart was beating as fast as mine, but our breaths were a matching symphony of pants and gasps.

“More. Give me fucking more, dammit,” he demanded, in between those ragged breaths. “Fuck me with your fingers. Hard and fast. Same way I’m gonna have you do with your cock.”

Figuring he knew his body better than I did, I went ahead and pushed and pushed, until those three fingers were sunk as deep inside his hole as I could get them. Then I pulled them back, until only the tips remained inside of him, then shoved them back into him. Assertive and hard.

“Yesss… Yes, boo.”

“More? Like that?” I asked, seeking additional confirmation that I was doing exactly what he wanted.

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