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“Okay?” he asks, and I nod, my forehead hitting the wall, pain zipping through me. But it’s quickly replaced by pleasure as he slowly pushes a finger inside.
I arch my hips back, bearing down, taking the entire thing. His lips land on my shoulder, kissing his way up my neck as he fucks it in and out of me. And hell, it’s been a while. A long while, actually. But god, this feels so good.
“So pretty,” he whispers, his voice low, his words piercing my chest as he dribbles more lube onto his finger and pushes it inside of me.
One finger.
“So perfect,” he rumbles.
Two, spread out now, stretching me.
“So gorgeous.”
I’m about to lose my fucking mind.
By the time he gets to three, I’m begging with my ass, with my hands, with my voice. He knows what I want to hear.
“Somine.”
I almost lose it right there, and it takes everything in me not to come on his fingers. My breath feels ragged as I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut as I regain some semblance of control. I want more. I need more. I need to feel his cock stretching me impossibly wide.
He turns my head slightly and forces me to look at him. He has three fingers inside of me, wrist twisting in and out of my needy hole.
“Tested?” he asks, and I nod.
“Negative?”
I nod my fist. ‘Yes.’
He grunts, and then my head drops to the cool tile before me as he pulls his fingers free of me and replaces them with his cock. “You are my first time.”
His words are like a spear to my heart—a heavy, almost painful realization of what this means to him. I want to make it good. I want to be good. To be perfect.
To be his.
He pushes in slowly, first the tip, and then each glorious inch after. His fingers are holding me tightly, his breathing heavy. When he bottoms out, I hear him curse, his thumbs spreading me wide to see where our bodies connect.
He must like what he sees because he swears again. “Fuck, Leaf. You’re so…” He doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he leans forward, his lips on my neck and his hand on my cock, stroking me, making me want to beg.
It’s then that he starts to move. His hips shift back and then push back in. Slow at first, but as he gains confidence, his skin slaps against mine, the sound of our bodies connecting obscene.
I throw my head back against his shoulder as he fucks into me, one hand on my cock, the other around his neck. His arms are wrapped around me, holding me up, his lips at my ear.
I can hear every frantic breath.
“So perfect. So perfect.”
He says it over and over again, like a prayer. Like a hymn. I’m starting to believe him. He continues to take me, and I let him, limp in his arms as I stroke myself to completion. It’s quick and almost painful, my cum spilling on the tiles, my hole clamping down on his cock.
His frantic breathing turns to loud moans as he shoves up inside of me, my soul damn near leaving my body. I scream when I feel him empty himself inside of me.
Despite coming earlier today, his orgasm lasts forever. He pulses thickly, cock impossibly fat as he rolls his hips almost frantically, chasing the last of his pleasure deep in my ass. For a moment, I wonder if it’ll ever stop, and then his groans turn soft—like a gentle sob as he starts to come down.
When he’s finally done, he slumps against me, his entire body trembling. “Fuck.”
I nod, unable to speak. That was otherworldly. I’ve never had sex like that in my life.
He pulls out carefully, and I feel his cum dripping out, so I attempt to clench—to keep it inside—but I’m too loose from how big he is.
