Page 58 of Nothing to Fear
“Oh god, yes, fuck, fuck, yes,” I moan, my hands finally reaching for him. His head snaps up to meet mine as my fingers press into his hips hard enough to leave marks. The familiar, sinister action of his head cocking sharply to the side, a long, distorted moan escaping his lips, unrestrained and wanton.
“On your knees,” he demands, and I obey without a second thought, my body reacting on pure primal instinct. I shuffle to the ground, my hands digging into the dirt as he settles between my legs.
“Look at you, Silas, on your knees in the cold dirt of hallowed ground, ready for me to defile you.” I practically fucking purr at his words. The wind whispers around us, blowing the strands of my hair out of my face and cooling my skin. Croaks from ravens echo throughout the quiet stillness of the graveyard.
His finger trails lightly down my spine before reaching the seam of my ass. He continues a downward descent until he reaches my puckered hole, his fingers lightly circling it with the pad of his thumb. A whimper escapes me, and I quickly stifle it by biting my lip, opening the cut he created earlier as I clench in response.
“So responsive, Silas. You’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock. Are you leaking? Is your cock desperate and aching?”
God, yes. I’m desperate for it. Desperate for him to continue to touch me.
“Yes.” The word is a frantic plea. I’ve been reduced to a puddle, yearning for him, wanting nothing more than to beg for his touch, beg for more. So, I do. “Please, please fill me.”
“Mmm. Such a good boy. But not yet.”
Then the most incredible feeling spreads through me as his mouth connects with my asshole. His tongue laps at me, swirling around my hole as his fingers slide over the seam of my taint, gently pressing down until he reaches my balls. He cups them in his hand as his tongue licks and laps at my tight hole. The combination has me pressing backward against him, moaning, wanton and desperate, whining and begging for more.
Just how he likes it.
His hand releases my balls, reaching below me, fingers wrapping around my hard shaft and giving me a firm tug from root to tip. Sparks dance behind my eyelids as his mouth makes sloppy noises against the tight rim of my ass.
“Mmm. I knew I’d find my boy leaking.”
Then his finger is breaching my hole, pressing in slowly but without a reprieve. He presses in until he can’t go deeper, my body tightening, my ass clenching around him, my cock throbbing, precum dripping onto the ground below me.
“Your ass is sucking me in, Asher, so fucking good.”
His mouth returns, licking around the rim as a single finger stays rooted inside me, searching, curling. My knees shake. My fingers dig into the cold dirt of the ground.
“Ohfuckohfuck!”
“That’s my good boy. Does that feel good?”
“Ohgodyes, Ash!”
“Mmm. Just wait until your ass is clenching around my cock.”
He continues to stroke my prostate, his tongue periodically lapping at my ass around his finger, licking down my taint, over and over until I’m squirming below him, my knees pressed hard into the dirty ground. Then he’s pulling out, his mouth returning, filling me with the wet muscle. He fucks me with his tongue the way he did with his finger, stayingdeep, licking inside me, making stars dance behind my eyelids.
My fingers dig into the soft ground, dirt filling my fingernails, leaves crunching as I move my head from side to side. Asher’s firm hands grip my ass cheeks, spreading them further apart as he buries his face between them. I’ve never felt so exposed, so intimately open.
Just when I can’t take any more, there’s a rush of cool liquid on my ass, followed by the hard tip of his dick. He notches it at my core, and I brace for the strong thrust of Asher’s hips.
The breath is stolen from my lungs in a rush as Asher does just that, his thick, long length filling me to his hilt, his balls slapping against my own. He’s removed his gloves, and the grip on my hips is the same as the first night, a slow, methodical glide back and forth. It’s so tender and such a contrast to the hard, rapid thrusts of his hips as he drives in and out of my body.
And god does it feel good.
The slapping of wet flesh against flesh echoes around us, and I lose myself to the feeling of our joined bodies.
“I love you.
I’m.
Never.
Letting.
You.
