Page 82 of The Bro Pact
The groan that escapes my lips is deep and throaty, and I might feel a little bit embarrassed if I wasn’t stuffed full and concentrating on other things right now.
“So fucking hot,” he whispers. “I’ve never seen anything so fucking sexy in all my life. I can’t wait to slide my cock into you.”
“Oh fuck, Ky.” I start to slowly rock my hips against his hand, enjoying the stretch and burn while I go at my own pace.
“Are you ready for my cock now? I can’t wait to feel you grip me.”
I bury my face into the pillow, muffling the moans as Kyle finger fucks me deep and hard.
Turning my head to the side, I cry out with urgency. “Fuck me, Ky.Please!”
He pulls his fingers out of me, and the loss is startling.
I’m empty and desperate for him until I hear the snick of a cap and feel more cold lube being dribbled over my tender hole, followed by the sloppy sound of jerking off.
We aren’t using protection because we trust each other implicitly, knowing the other has always been safe. Kyle and Marissa were virgins, and I get tested regularly, the last time being after Paige.
Kyle’s round, blunt cockhead presses against my hole, attempting to push its way inside.
Holy shit.
That feels impossibly large, despite how much I want it.
“Too big,” I mumble into my pillow.
“You just have to relax a little more and once the head pops in, it’ll feel good.I’m positive.”
I know his words are true, but it’s getting past that point that’s hard.
Kyle pulls his dick away, squirting even more lube on my hole before slipping two fingers back in, twisting and scissoring them wider. He’s trying to stretch me and prepare my hole for his cock.
So hot.
So fucking hot.
When Kyle finally slips his fingers out, I once again feel an empty sensation. “Stick it in, Kyle,” I beg. “Give me your cock.”
I lift my head, peering over my shoulder and making eye contact with him as he grips the base of his cock, firmly pressing it against my open hole.
Something intimate shimmers in his baby blues, something deeper than mere lust.
Something I can’t think about right now.
I bear down, struggling to take his girth, but his cockhead finally pops in.
Sucking in a strangled breath of air, Kyle freezes with just the tip inside.
“Shit. You okay, Renny?” he pants, squeezing my hips hard enough to leave bruises as he attempts to keep still inside of me.
“Gimme a second,” I grunt, panting through the burn. But after a minute, the pain starts to dissipate, turning into a throbbing ache that needs to be filled. “Okay,” I breathe out. “I’m ready.”
“Yeah?” Kyle asks with an eager edge to his voice, wanting to make sure.
“Fuck me, Kyle.”
With my final plea, he presses forward, keeping the grip on my hips until he bottoms out, and we both moan loudly.
“So full,” I mumble, unable to form full sentences when his dick is filling my guts.
