Page 44 of Play With Me
His finger slips from me, and he shuffles up, his body lying right against mine, his wet, swollen lips the focal point of his face. Then it’s the eyes. Those dark, mischievous eyes.
“You really liked that.”
I can’t even talk. I just swallow so loudly it clicks.
He reaches up and touches my Adam’s apple gently. “I’m going to fuck your throat now.”
I do nothing but roll onto my back and let him straddle me. His cock enters me gently, his hands holding on to my head. I watch him the entire time. The way his abdomen flexes, the way his throat bobs as he takes pleasure in my mouth, in the way I suck and hollow out my cheeks. The way I slide my tongue up and down his length.
He’s groaning, whispering words I can’t quite make out, but I can tell what he says is desperate.
“Fuck, you’re hot. So fucking hot. Look at you.”
His eyes slam into mine, and he holds himself in my throat. I choke on him, his hard, thick length, and when he pulls out, I draw in air through my nose.
He does it again and again. He fucks my mouth for so long that I’m hard again by the time his release spurts into my mouth.
I swallow it, and he turns around and fucks my ass with his finger once more, pulling a second orgasm out of me within seconds.
By the time I come down from it, I’m limp, gasping for air as he reaches onto the floor and grabs the box, pulling it open and wetting his fingers with lube. He pushes two inside my hole easily, my body satiated and ready. He watches it all, his pupils blown out, his eyelids drooping.
“Such a bottom. I knew it that night, and I was right.”
I can’t even respond. I just lie there, legs sprawled open, my arms twisted in the sheets surrounding me.
When he pushes the plug into my ass, I just let him. My body doesn’t even fight it. It’s just an easy slide inside, settling between my ass cheeks and making me groan.
“So full. Fuck, you’re a marvel.”
He reaches over and grabs his phone, snapping a picture of it before showing it to me.
I blink at the screen, my cock limp against me, my cum spread across my stomach. And right between my ass cheeks, right below my balls, is the plug.
It makes my dick twitch.
“I’m going to fuck you so good when you’re ready. You were made for this.”
I don’t know about that. I just know that I like it, that the feeling of being stuffed full is almost too much. I roll onto my stomach and bury my face in the pillow, inhaling the scent of him. He sidles up against me, his hand landing on my ass, pushing against the plug softly, making me hump the mattress as the sensations once more begin to bloom inside of me.
“Are you always like this during sex?” he asks.
I huff and turn to meet his gaze. He’s so close, his nose nearly brushing mine.
“No. Then again, I’m usually with women, so it’s different.”
“Yeah, so am I, but I like this better.”
He blinks and then presses against my plug a little rougher, pulling a grunt from me.
“Maybe because it’s new,” he says and then grins. “But probably not. Seems my dick likes you.”
“Yeah,” I grunt as he wraps a leg around mine and his hand slides up my back. I shiver at his touch, my spine arching into it. Everything about him feels good. I don’t know how that’s possible, but he was made for this.
He was made to touch me.
The thought has my eyes closing, and I just allow myself to feel it.
He drags his hands up and down my body, my sides, and slides them underneath me. He misses nothing. Not a single fucking part of me. Even the soles of my feet are subject to his fingers, the soft glide against them making me buck up in surprise.
