Page 69 of Elas

August

Anelectricstingchargesmy system as Elas’s slicked fingers push inside me. “Oh, shit,” I groan, my body pulsing from the denied orgasm it’s desperate to find. Enormous fingers thrust in and out of me, and already, I feel more full than I’ve ever been. The stretch isglorious.

“Why… why doesn’t it hurt?” I manage to ask as he sinks his thick fingers deeper. “It’s been a long time, and this feels…” I trail off with a gasp, my spine arching and fists tightening in the sheets.

A low rumble of a laugh leaves his throat. “Finish that thought, baby. How does it feel?”

“Incredible,” I breathe.

“Told you,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers loose. He scoops more of his slick from my stomach, and a gentle tingle prickles my sensitive skin as he smears the clear liquid around my hole. “My body makes sure you’re relaxed and readyfor me.”

He thrusts two fingers back into me, and my head digs into the mattress at the sensation of my body accepting him. My cock stands at attention between us as he fingers me, a stream of pre-cum trickling down my length, but Elas ignores it.“That’s so good…gods.”

“Just Elas is fine,” he teases, and I summon the willpower to glare at him. It quickly fades, though, as he works a third finger in, and my gasps morph into louder moans. “You sure you can handle me, baby?” he taunts as he thrusts all three fingers deeper. “Because my cock is much bigger than my fingers, and you’re already struggling.”

“Please?” I breathe on a desperate exhale. My larger size means my prior partners assumed I wanted to top, and I never corrected them. I’m a people pleaser, so I always just went along with their preferences. Sure, they’d occasionally give me what I wanted, but even when I bottomed, it was gentle. They were too afraid of hurting me to take me like I craved.

But this?

Thick fingers stretching me wide with rough thrusts? Knowing what will follow?

This is all those pushed-aside fantasies come to life.

My entire body throbs with the fullness, wanting to feel that bittersweet ache as he enters me for the first time. To be connected to him in this intimate way. I meant what I said before.

I want it all.

His free hand swipes over my stomach, collecting more of his slick to spread it over his cock. I whimper at the sudden emptiness as he removes his fingers, but hepositions himself as his eyes land on mine. “You’re sure about this, August?”

“Please?” I beg again, tingling all over as my pulse pounds in my extremities. It thuds in my fingers and toes, deep in my core, and down the length of my cock. The orgasm I was denied boils under my skin, and my body fights to find release. I’m desperate, already dancing on a razor’s edge.

Elas pushes inside me, and the back of my head digs into the mattress as it burns. He stills, giving me time to adjust, but I don’t want to be patient right now.

“More,” I beg, even as I shout at the tiny thrust he gives at my demand. “More, please. Deeper.” He gives me another inch and my spine arcs like I’ve been electrocuted, my fingers fisting the sheets so hard it hurts.

“August—”

“Don’t stop,” I gasp, my skin crackling as he takes me deeper. “Please, don’t stop.” Noises I’ve never made before spill from my throat as he sinks inside me. Tears well in my eyes, and my skin feels too tight, like I might burst right out of it with the slightest touch. With a final thrust, Elas bottoms out, his heavy balls resting against my ass.

Everything is pinpricks of color and white, and my ears ring as he pins me under his weight. “Wanna fuck you,” I murmur as I grind against him, desperate to get more of this heady fullness. “Wanna ride your cock.”

“Where’d this dirty mouth come from?” he teases.

“Please,” I moan, and he chuckles in a deep rumble as he flips us. The new position sinks him deeper, and I call out as my knees press into the mattress. My mind goes fuzzy as my body trembles, something instinctual takingover as I move. I roll my hips, and my already tight skin pulls at the seams from the stretch. My palms land on his chest and I snap my hips, releasing a cry that’s almost a shout.

Everything tightens and coils, my balls tensing after just a few thrusts. I lean forward, and everything is heightened as my oversensitive cock drags along his stomach. My lips fall apart on a gasp, my nails digging into his chest.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, and tears stream in rivers down my cheeks as I snap my hips again. There’s no finesse to my movements as I grind faster. It’s frantic, and messy, and with no rhythm as I thrust so hard, the bed slams against the wall. “Fucking hells, August,” he gasps, and everything twists into knots that are desperate to break free.

“Oh, gods,” I gasp, my head falling back and arching my spine further. “Oh, gods, oh, gods… Elas!” A loud moan climbs from my throat as my body curls in on itself, and I ride him harder as every muscle clenches. All the delicious tension and knotted muscles uncoil, and release rips straight through me.

“Oh!” I shout, and even with my eyes closed, even with the ecstasy that explodes through my body and rings in my ears, I hear his snarl as I shatter.

Pleasure pulses in a dizzying wave, compressing and releasing as that built-up tension courses through me. My cock grinds against his stomach as I continue to fuck him, cum shooting over his skin in thick spurts. My thighs quiver and shake, release making my entire body pulse as I ride it out.

“Look at you,” Elas growls. “My perfect mate, taking what he wants. Who knew the poised doc was so desperate to be fucked that he’d come as soon as he was filled?”

“Elas,” I whine as I tremble. My head is heavy as I peer down at him, still rolling my hips as jolts of pleasure shock my system. His eyes are solid black, his lips snarling and the corded tendons in his neck straining against his skin. Cum pools in his navel and stripes across his abs, and a few weak spurts add to the mess as I sag. My orgasm fades into aftershocks, and I moan softly as I gently rock my hips.

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