Page 11 of Tell Me No

“Put another one in there, baby. Let me see how much you can take.”

Biting my lip, I nod and squeeze my eyes closed before pushing another finger inside. It glides into my entrance with ease. I work both digits now as he moves one hand lower. Slipping it under mine, he takes over my clit. He rubs the tips of his fingers over the bud of nerves with light pressure. It isn’t too hard, but not too soft. It’s just right.

Resting his head on my stomach, he continues the rhythm of his fingers and watches me. “That’s it, baby. Keep going. I want to see how you make yourself come.”

His words spur me on, but with him so close and knowing all it would take to have him inside me is a simple word, I can’t seem to scratch that itch deep inside me. I need more. I need him.

“I–I need more,” I pant.

He lifts his head and looks up to my face with a smile. Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he inches his hand off my clit and down toward where my fingers pump into me, then back up again covering them in my wetness.

“How much more?” He whispers, kissing my stomach.

I nod like that’s an answer. “A lot more.”

Sitting up, he reaches around me to his nightstand and pulls a small bottle and foil packet out of the drawer, then slinks down the bed and nestles between my legs. Grabbing my legs, he spreads them wider. He moves his hand under mine and I’m almost certain he’s going to make his fingers join mine, but he doesn’t. Instead, he slides them down the crack of my ass until he hits my asshole.

He toys with the hole for a moment, pushing on it lightly and massaging around it with his fingers, and it makes me shake. I never knew I was into this type of thing, but fuck it feels good. I let my legs fall apart even more and release a breath knowing if anything is going to go in, I have to relax, and relaxing with Tony isn’t a chore. It’s easier than I imagined.

“Has anyone had you here?” He asks, grabbing the bottle he retrieved seconds ago and popping the top.

I shake my head as he drizzles a good amount of lube onto his fingers.

“Good. Then I will be your first for something,” He says with a smile.

The thought of doing something so new with him excites me, but I’m also terrified. I trust him though and know he won’t hurt me.

Once his fingers are coated with the lube, he reaches down with his other hand and pulls my fingers out of myself, and keeps his grasp locked around my wrist. He drops his lubed fingers back down to my ass and starts the process of massaging my hole lightly to get me ready. Once my body relaxes again, he pushes the tip of a single digit inside and I gasp.

Slowly, so fucking slowly, he inches further inside. “You okay?”

I nod because I am. The initial shock was… different, but it isn’t bad. Taking in a deep breath, I will my body to turn to putty. Melting into the sheets under me, I open my mouth and let that same breath out.

When I move my eyes back to him, he smiles. Pulling on my hand he still holds, he opens his mouth and inserts my fingers that were just in my pussy into his mouth. As he sucks them, cleaning every drop of my arousal off them, his finger in my ass starts to move and pick up tempo.

The feeling is so foreign and different, but I like it. And when he moves his thumb to my clit, I almost explode.

“Can you handle more?” He asks, dropping my hand and coaxing me back from the edge I’m so ready to jump off of.

I nod. “I think so.”

“Good. Because I’m a lot bigger than a few fingers. I want to make sure you can handle it.”

The realization that he’s going to put his dick in my ass–his long, thick, monstrous dick–terrifies me, but I’ve watched enough amateur porn to know if you prep, it isn’t that bad.

I mean, there is always a first for everything, right?

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Anthony pushes another finger inside,and suddenly, I see stars. Between the fullness in my ass and the pressure on my clit, I know I can definitely come, but I don’t want to. I want to ride this high and drag it out as long as possible.

Flipping the cap to the lube again, he turns the bottle over and lets it run down to where his fingers are pumping into me. “Still good?”

I nod again and arch my back. At this point, I’m positive he could do whatever he wanted to with me and I wouldn’t complain. There is a confidence in the way he moves, a sureness, that makes me feel at ease and comfortable. On top of that, the sensation is fucking amazing.

Reaching down, I push his thumb away from my clit and take back over. I circle around it, then zig-zag my fingers up and down my entire slit. His fingers plunge into me repeatedly, stretching me and fucking me all at the same time as I keep playing with myself. Lifting one hand, I grab my breasts and knead them the same way he did earlier and squeeze my nipples, realizing how much I miss him doing it.

We’re a tangle of bodies trying to reach that peak of pleasure, and fuck, it’s hot.

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