Page 134 of Knockin' Boats
His index finger slid in easily with the lube. I arched, pushing my ass up like a cat in heat. “More.”
The second finger burned a tiny bit, but it subsided relatively quickly. The third? That sucker was the real test. A sweat broke out on my skin as my hole stretched.
Ash took his time, using lots of lube and working me open gradually. And while he did, my discomfort shifted to a craving.
My dick ached fiercely and I couldn’t resist reaching down to stroke myself as Ash got my ass ready for him. “Fuck, I can’t take any more teasing. Fuck me already.”
I trembled, but not with nerves or fear. It was eagerness. Need. Fucking desperation. I needed to be stretched and filled and fuckingpossessedby this man.
“Hold on, babe. I got you.”
He scrambled to put on a condom—I had no idea where he’d gotten it and I didn’t care, as long as he hurried the fuck up—and slicked his dick. “Ready?”
“Do it!”
He pressed the blunt head against my hole and I could tell it was wider than his fingers. But I was too far gone to back outnow, or to even care as the burn of entry flashed through me. I needed this, even if it split me in two.
He slid forward, widening my hole even farther.
“F-fuck!”
“Shh. You can take it,” he murmured. “You’re a big boy, remember?”
“Fuck off,” I said with a laugh. “I think you’re the big boy. Your dick feels huge.”
“Finally, some recognition.”
He reached under my body, taking hold of my flagging dick and stroked it back to hardness. The burn in my ass faded as my focus shifted to my sensitive cockhead.
“I want to make you feel so good,” he murmured into my ear. “If that means we don’t fuck, then I’m still good with that.”
Ash rubbed his thumb through my precum, then smeared it down along my shaft.
“I’ll jerk off over your beautiful ass,” he said while slowly jerking my dick, “then eat out your hole until you come so hard you pass out and sleep for a week. I want to wreck you but only in the best ways, Sawyer. I want you to let go and trust me with your body. Can you do that?”
I moaned, shifting. Needing. Craving.
“Yes, I trust you. Just make me take it. Please. Make me take your dick.”
Ash didn’t hesitate. He shoved forward, forcing his dick the rest of the way into me. A cry tore from my throat as my body gave in and Ash was suddenly filling me to the brim.
“Okay?” he checked.
“Yes,” I rasped. “Fuck me.”
He grabbed my hips and drew back, a long torturous slide, then rammed in, hitting my prostate and lighting up my nerves.
“Yes! Again!”
He withdrew and slammed in. Slowly at first. Then faster. Until I started to move with him, rocking back to meet his thrusts. Begging him for more, even as it hurt.
Because with the pain were bright bursts of incredible pleasure.
Pleasure unlike any I’d ever known.
He hit that bundle of nerves inside me again and again until there was nothing left of me but that flare of pleasure. No thoughts. No arms, no legs. No worries, no fears.
Just a knot of pleasure that grew and expanded until it was all I knew. All I craved.
