Page 62 of Inferno

“Oh fuck,” I pant when his fingers find a spot inside of me that makes lightning surge through my nerve endings and straight into my dick, pushing a fresh bout of precum to drip from the red, engorged head.

“There we go,” Anders says with a grin, gripping the base of my cock with one hand while his other works the place inside of me that makes my eyes roll back in my head.

“Oh my god.” The words pour from my mouth as I close my eyes and arch my back, pushing myself deeper onto his fingers, asking for more, even though I don’t know what he’s doing.

“Jesus, Kitten. Just look at you,” Anders purrs, his eyes hooded, his own dick as hard as mine.

I don’t know exactly what his fingers are doing, but pure, unadulterated pleasure claws its way up from my toes, building in momentum until it shoots from the end of my cock. Splashesof cum spurt out of me and land on my chest, my chin and everything else in between.

I haven’t had a spontaneous orgasm since I hit puberty and had to frantically strip my bed and change my sheets each morning before the sun was up, so my foster parents didn’t see the remnants of my wet dreams. But since I met Anders, I seem to have lost all control of my cock, orgasming with no provocation whenever I’m in his orbit.

“You’re not quite ready for my cock yet, Boy. But we’ll save that for when you are,” Anders coos, stretching me further until pain makes me tense, burning away the afterglow of my orgasm in an instant.

“Relax,” he snarls, the single word settling over me like the demand he intended it to be.

Despite my brain being unsure, my body obeys and my muscles unclench. My heartbeat starts to slow, like it understands that he’s in charge, that every part of me belongs to him and is his to control.

One minute, two, three, then four pass as he fingers my ass, relentlessly working to prep me to take his cock while his words of praise run on a constant cycle through my head.

“Good boy. My perfect Kitten. You’re taking my fingers so well. I can’t wait to feel you tighten around me. You’re mine, all mine.”

Time passes, but it feels like I’m experiencing it from outside my own psyche. I can feel the way he’s touching me, using me, making me his, but there’s a strange haze of disassociation that feels fuzzy and warm.

“Jesus, Kitten, I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside of you,” he rasps, pulling his fingers from out of my ass and leaving me empty and wanting.

“Anders.” I can hear the desperation and doubt in my own voice, but as he cups my cheek with his palm, I settle.

“You’re already mine, Henry. This just cements it, but if you’re not ready…” He trails off giving me an out, an opportunity to say no.

“I want you. I want this,” I admit, my voice small but full of resolve.

His smile is like the sun, filling his whole demeanor with a glow that makes me want to rip my own heart from my chest and give it to him as a gift. It belongs to him now, after all.

Then in an instant, his smile melts away, replaced with pure, unadulterated, feral need.

My heart skips a beat as his eyes hood and his lips curl into a devious grin. “Coat my dick in your cum, Boy. Get me nice and slick,” he orders.

Trembling with fear, anticipation, and excitement, I scoop the cooling cum from my skin and tentatively reach for his cock. Fisting himself, he shuffles closer, watching as I carefully smear my release over his hot skin.

“Cover me in it. I want to be wet with your cum,” he demands, and I do as he says, collecting the cum from my skin and smearing it over his hard cock.

“Good boy,” he praises when his dick is glistening and wet. Still holding himself with one hand, he lifts my legs up and positions himself ready to push into my ass.

My chest tightens, and each breath becomes harder to find as I wait for pain. Instead, I feel him line the head of his cock up with my ass, then feel a strange but not unpleasant burn as he slowly breaches my body.

A part of me expects him not to fit, but his dick fills me inch by inch, the sensation of fullness making my stomach tighten.

“Is that…?” My words trail off.

“You’re doing so well, Kitten. Halfway in now, just relax, let me fill you up,” he purrs, his tone soft and praising.

“Half,” I squeak.

“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good,” he promises, palming both of my thighs and lifting my butt higher off the bed.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I chant as he pushes his dick into me, stretching and filling me until it feels like I’ll split in two if he tries to put anything else inside of me.

“Jesus, Henry, you feel…” His words trail off as our gazes lock, and his expression tells me everything he can’t find the words to say.

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