Page 46 of All in December
“Jesus, baby,” he says before adding another. “You like being filled, huh?”
“So much,” I admit.
He pulls his fingers out before pressing three in, and my desperation only grows. This might be my first time with another man, but my hole’s been filled plenty by me.
“I’m ready,” I whine, nearly ready to come, and I don’twant to without my ass being stuffed full of cock… even if it’s fake.
He lubes up my dildo until it’s dripping and hands it to me. Wasting no time, I adjust my position. I get up on my knees, ass facing him so he can watch fully, and slowly insert the tip into my stretched hole.
“Mmmm, yes, Cay. Show me how good you fuck yourself.”
I turn and look at him over my shoulder. “Hold the base for me?”
Biting his lip, he nods and shifts to his knees behind me on the bed, holding the base so I can give him the full show. I sink down slowly and let out a gasp when I bottom out and feel his hand below my ass. Pushing back up, I ride the dildo and reach behind me to squeeze my ass cheek with one hand and stroke my dick with the other. When I look back to make sure he’s enjoying himself, he’s stroking his cock with his free hand too, glistening from the lube.
“Every time you use this when I’m not here, I want you to think of me, baby. You’re so fucking sexy right now.”
“Yes, yesss. Fuck, I will.”
I ride the silicone, and my thighs start to burn as I continue to fuck myself on my toy. I moan repeatedly when my ass hits Nash’s hand because I wish it was him touching me. Him fucking me.
“Uugh… mmm…” I groan at the idea, and I need it. The toy is fine, but it’s not good enough when he’s in this room with me. I wish it was his hard cock inside me. Want to be slamming down against him, feel his balls slap against me, want his cum dripping out of me.
“Will you fuck me?” I ask before I can second-guess myself. I’m moving my hips slower and more seductivelynow. “As great as my dildo feels, I’m desperate for the real thing. I need a real cock inside me.”
He stops holding the dildo, pulling it out of me, and immediately brings his hand up to slap my ass. For a moment, I panic that it was too loud and it’d wake Sam up, but then I remember that Sam sleeps through thunderstorms and wakes up in the morning asking if it rained.
“You needmycock,” he emphasizes. “Notanycock.”
Jesus fucking Christ. The possession and the sting on my ass make me shiver and my skin breaks out in goosebumps. He’s unknowingly fulfilling all my fantasies in the most natural way right now.
“Yes,yourcock.” Then I remember the very real problem we’re about to have. “Uh, actually… I don’t have any condoms since I haven’t been with anyone in a really long time.”
Rubbing his hand over my ass, he soothes the burn. “I was tested after the last time I was with someone, which was also an embarrassingly long time ago.”
“Me too,” I breathe. “I’m good. I want this, Nash, if you do. I want you to replace the dildo with your dick and fuck me if you’re okay with it.”
“Mmmm,” he groans, letting go of his dick. “You’re such a good boy when you beg for my cock like that.”
I’m still on my knees with my ass facing him, and his hands slide around my throat, pulling me back to him until I can feel his erection pressed against my ass—right where I want him. I grind my hips, hoping he’ll just somehow slip in, but instead, he squeezes my throat a little tighter, and I whimper at his show of dominance.
“You’re sure you want me raw?” he checks, deep voice right next to my ear.
“Please, yes, please,” I beg, a needy, withering mess in anticipation that my dream man is considering making my fantasies of being fucked come true.
He quickly squirts lube in his palm and strokes himself, and before I even finish begging, his tip is nudging at my hole.
“Breathe for me,” he instructs, and I do. “That’s it, baby.”
He pushes in on my exhale, and even though I just fucked myself on the dildo, it burns a little, but at the same time, it feels like I’m taking my first real breath in my life. I moan like I’m finally being given everything I’ve ever desired in life, and he mutters a curse under his breath.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he moans, and I nod.
“Keep going,” I grit out.
He continues slowly pressing into me, and when he eventually bottoms out, I let out a massive exhale before wiggling my hips slightly to commit this feeling to memory.
“You okay?” he checks.
