He fucks me with his tongue for a moment more, then he pulls back a few inches. He swipes at his chin with his forearm, licking his mouth, and his gaze finds mine. His midnight blue eyes have turned almost wholly black with raw, savage need. His cheeks are bright with color and his chest heaves.. . but his expression is devout.
“Could make a whole meal out of that ass of yours,” he growls.
Jayk eases his slippery fingers over the wet mess he left, and this time, when he presses a fingertip against my rosebud, it eases in with little resistance.
“So fucking tight.” It’s somewhere between a prayer and a curse.
He bites my thigh, then kisses the sting.
I arch into the bite, wanting his finger in me, but he braces himself and stays gentle, worshipful as he pushes past the inner ring. My legs are strained in this position, but I wouldn’t move for anything.
Jayk pulls out, then starts working two slick fingers into my ass, making sure I’m wet and slippery, until every stroke becomes a glide, and I’m gasping and wriggling for more of that pretty pressure.
He squeezes my thigh, then kneels up. Grabbing the bottle of lube, he opens it with one hand, the other still working my hole, with three fingers now. He squirts the cold liquid directly onto his cock, then throws the bottle down.
The lube slides down his straining, ruddy length, and the sight is almost enough to set off my orgasm.
His fingers still buried in my ass, he presses his palm against me so his hand cups my pussy, and his thumb begins circling my slippery, aching clit. Slowly, the fingers in my ass start to stretch, testing the give, and I cry out.
“You’re going to take this dick, sugar, and you better fucking say thank you.” His taunting words lack their usual bite.
I’m shaking hard, my pussy aching. My nipples are pebbled tight, and all of me throbs with the need to be filled.
My words start tripping out in a broken jumble. “I love it, Jayk. I love everything. All of it.You. Please, give it to me.”
His cock is taut with need, begging for attention, and Jayk’s hand comes up to coat himself in the lube, slicking himself up thoroughly as he fucks his fist. At the same time, his fingers work deeper into my ass.
“Shit. Fuck. I can feel your ass sucking my fingers.” Jayk’s jaw tightens with restrained violence, but his eyes keep watching mine. “Tell me if it hurts.”
I can only nod as he starts pulling his fingers out. Then the blunt, flared head of his dick is nudging against my wet, stretched hole. Jaykob grips himself, grips me, and forces his way inside. My toes curl at the shock of his crown popping past the resisting ring, and my body rushes to adjust to the sudden invasion—to the massive, wide girth of him.
It’s like the plug and not. With the plug there was a give. That pressure that settles as you close around the small end, tucking it inside you.
Jaykob’s cock doesn’t have a small end.
I squeeze against the pressure, like it’s possible to push him out, and he lets out a string of curses, his grip on me becoming brutal as he holds himself still. He’s shaking with the effort of it, I realize, and I’m shaking too, with the strain of him. Sweat pops up along my skin, and I can feel every pulse of blood pounding through my ass around where he’s wedged inside.
“Are you... okay?” he grits out.
My reply is a garbled, distressed moan, and his eyes squeeze shut as he swears again. He begins pulling out.
“No.” That comes out clear enough, and he meets my eyes. I shake my head, panting hard. “Just one.. . give me a minute. You’re so much, I just... I need a minute.”
I squeeze against him again, and his head drops back, every muscle in his chest and neck straining. Then he breathes out, and his jaw set hard and his eyes a tempest, he starts circling my clit again. It’s just this side of painful, but shivers begin racking through me.
Slowly, my body does begin to adjust, getting used to the wild, wicked pressure of his spearing cock. I begin making tiny, minute rocking motions, easing over half an inch of him. It lights the delicious nerve endings back up, turning the pressure-pain into something good again. Something more familiar.
I’m suddenly very, very grateful for my training.
As I start moving, Jayk pushes my thighs further apart then spits onto where we’re joined. I should be past blushing, but I squirm in dissolute embarrassment at the vulgar move. He rubs the slick all over us, then grabs my waist again.
“H-how much more?” I ask shakily, and he snorts.
“More.” Jayk watches my face as he starts pushing his cock in deeper, and my toes curl. “Much, much more.”
It doesn’t go in easily. Even with the lube, we fight and press and he starts pumping his hips forward and claiming every inch, until I can feel him everywhere. He’s under my skin. He’s in me and on me and all around. And that incredible, unbearable pressure becomes more and more erotic.
I feel impaled by him, owned, like he really is staking a claim on my body that he won’t give up. That hecan’t.