Page 48 of One Touch

They said,are you okay?

They said,we can stop if you want to.

They said,trust me.

His care and concern were my undoing. My body melted into a puddle, and I nodded back in affirmation.

I do trust you. I do.

His fingers picked up their pace, and he tilted them upward. My entire body came alive, and my dick twitched like a live wire had struck it. He did it again, wearing his smirk, and I almost passed out.

“What?” I gasped.

“Meet your prostate.”

I moaned as he continued to swipe against it with each thrust. I pushed back against him, and the need for more came quicker. Luckily, I didn’t have to ask this time. Miller added a third finger, stretching me even wider. He lazily stroked my dick, keeping me on the brink of an orgasm but never letting me get there.

At this point, I was close to begging him to just fuck me now and be done with it. Rational thinking had gone out the window, and I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted it more than I wanted anything else. I needed to feel connected to Miller in a way I’d never experienced with anyone else.

“Please,” I begged despite knowing it was futile.

Miller continued his ministrations, stretching and stroking me like he had all the time in the world or at least a few hours. I suddenly hated myself and my grand idea to spend the entire time prepping. Screw prepping. Who needed that? Not me. I just wanted to fuck.

“Mills. I need more. I need you.”

“Not yet,” he countered, and I whined. I’d feel embarrassed at the sound later, but right now, I was too far gone to care. A buzzing sounded right before he withdrew his fingers.

“What?” I protested but was immediately silenced when the vibration entered me. “Oh, God.”

The item felt different than his fingers. It wasn’t as personable, but as soon as it hit my prostate, I didn’t care. My entire body locked up, and stars danced behind my eyelids. “Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.”

Miller didn’t respond except to take my dick to the back of his throat. He swallowed around me just as the massager hit my prostate, and I was done for. Cum spurted out of my cock at a rapid speed. My muscles tensed and trembled as I came down his throat. Pleasure covered my body, and I curled my toes into the bed.

He licked my dick clean before letting it fall from his mouth. The vibration was turned off and removed, but a cold bulbous object was inserted in its place.

“Huh?” I mumbled.

“Just keeping you nice and open.”

“Okay.”

I didn’t really know what I was saying, but I trusted him to take care of me. Miller had done nothing but stick to his word the entire time I’d known him.

It took me a while to come down from the high. When I did, I noticed the arms around me and a body pressed into my back. We were spooning. His fingers trailed over my muscles in a soft caress, and my dick twitched in an attempt to rally, but eventually, it called defeat and settled down against my leg.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

I wiggled, the cool press of the butt plug was noticeable, but it wasn’t unpleasant. “Okay. It’s different but not bad.”

“You look so sexy right now with it in. I have to keep reminding myself to wait.”

“We don’t have to,” I argued.

“Yes, we do. As hot as the idea of having you sooner than later, you need more stretching. I won’t hurt you, Lath.”

The words were simple and said with such honesty that I wanted to believe him. Not only would he not hurt me physically, but emotionally, too.

“Okay. We’ll stick to the plan.” I cleared my throat and rolled over so we could face each other. Miller was naked except for a pair of black boxers.

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