Page 45 of The Secret Experimentation
And when I add a third one and look up, his eyes have rolled back in his head and he can’t stop whimpering. He grunts when I remove my fingers.
“Move up a bit and get on all fours,” I order him. There’s an urgency in my voice I can’t hide. He rushes to obey, resting his weight on his elbows and turning his head to look at me.
I glance at his round ass, up and ready for me, and the air gets trapped in my lungs.
I run a reverent hand down his spine, hypnotized by the goosebumps popping up on his skin under my touch. And that sexy tattoo, Christ I’ll take my time and lick every line later. Including those hot dimples.
He mewls like a cat in heat. Seeing him like this. At my mercy, pliant and eager to take whatever I give him makes me almost cream on the sheets. I take more lube and pour it on my steely cock. Then I slap his right butt cheek, mesmerized by the sensual bouncing and red tint forming on the white skin.
“Russel,” Mel cries desperately. He’s always so impatient and greedy. It’s such a turn-on.
I grab the cheek tightly sinking my fingers deep in the softness, and push it aside, positioning my cock at the pink entrance. I tap it with the head a couple of times, spreading the lube and my precum around the rim. Enjoying Mel’s begging noises. Then I push, passing beyond the resistant ring.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight,” I breathe. “Okay?” I pause for a second, and his heavy-lidded eyes drift to my darkened ones. The head of my cock is inside, being strangled by the hottest, narrowest hole I’ve ever fucked. I slide it out and then back in, his little rim stretching under my pressure. He’s devouring more inches with every thrust. The image of his small pink hole slowly sucking me in, is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. I take a mental picture. I’m going to replay this scene over and over again when we are apart. His channel keeps squeezing my dick as I glide forward. And I’m losing my ever-loving mind at the pleasure.
Chapter 9
MEL
His voice has turned even deeper than before. Something about that just fucking gets to me. I give a slutty moan and push back, as he slides in.
“Oh shit,” he grunts, the fingers on my hip dig deeper, and I relish in the pain.
“I’m so okay,” I say breathily. “God, you’re so big.”
He’s the biggest, and it’s deeper than anybody has ever been. I can come from that thought alone. I am stuffed so full I can feel him in my belly.
“Can you take it all in?” he asks, his voice gravelly.
“What?”Oh fuck. There’s more?
“Only half in, pixie.” He follows his words with a sexy groan. I don’t know how I haven’t come yet. It’s a Sister Act miracle.
“Yes. Yes, love your monster cock.”
And then he pushes all the way in, grunting as he bottoms out. I let out a harsh gust of air as I feel him filling me to the brink. His eyes trained on my face to gauge my reaction.
“It’s like being split in two, but in the best possible way,” I try to reassure him. How am I able to still think?
I am tempted to bear down on his beastly cock and ride it like a complete cumslut, while humping the bed, but I let him set the pace. And when he moves, dear God, the power behind each and every stroke is enough to make me cry even though he’s going slow. It continues to elicit crazy, embarrassing noises from me. And by the lust-drunk look on his face it’s clear he fucking loves it.
My cries get higher. “Russel.”
“Louder,” he orders, curling his body over mine. The feel of his arms on each side of me, his hot sweaty chest on my back and his breath near my face make me feel safe and so wanted.
“I want everybody to know who’s fucking you, who’s making you scream. You’re mine, Pixie. Fuck.” He growls and the rumbles vibrate from his chest to my back. My pleas for more turn incomprehensible. But he takes pity on me.
“I’ll give you more.” He pulls himself back up on his knees, tilts my arse up and begins to ram into me. It’s animalistic and wild and the best thing I’ve ever felt. All I can do is take it—take him.
“This fucking tattoo,” he grunts and slaps my ass once, making me almost come. “So damn hot.”
I tilt my ass higher, wanting to feel him deeper, and let him control everything.
“You like that, don’t you, Pixie? Me, filling you up with my thick cock.” Another slap.
“Yes,” I scream.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
