Page 67 of Inferno

Parting my cheeks with his fingers, his thumb slides down my crease until it lands on my hole, dipping inside of me without any resistance.

A twinge of pain follows the intrusion as he slowly pushes his thumb deeper inside of me, but I don’t care, my breathing becoming shallower as I bare down onto him, encouraging him to fill me more completely.

I’m not sure if my body is moving instinctively, but I clench around his thumb, hating that despite the size of his hands, his thumb isn’t big enough to stifle my need to feel full again. Grinding my hips, I start to rub my hard cock against his belly, pushing my hole up and down his thumb, searching for the friction that only something bigger would give me.

“Look at you, my needy little Kitten. Rubbing your hard little cock against me while you fuck yourself on my thumb,” he purrs, his voice holding a hint of mocking that doesn’t upset me but instead heightens my need.

Sudden, desperate fantasies fill my head. Him flipping me to my belly, forcing his cock into my ass, and fucking me hard and deep until I explode onto the sheets. Me rubbing my cum into his bed and my abs while he punishes my ass because I came without his permission.

Where the hell did that come from? I’ve never once fantasized about beingusedlike that. Or maybe I have. Maybe I’ve been waking up hard and desperate because my dreams have been replays of this daydream happening over and over while I was asleep.

“Boy, if you come without asking for permission, I won’t let you come again for a week.”

Anders’s deep, gravelly threat permeates into my mind, and I freeze, my dick, hard and weeping, desperate for release.

“Please, can I come?” I rasp, my throat dry, as my body clenches, searching for friction.

“No. Now stop trying to milk my thumb like it’s a cock. You’ll get what I give you, and I already told you I’m not fucking you again tonight.”

“Then why?” I let my question die, suddenly not brave enough to ask why his thumb is inside of me if it’s not a prelude to more sex.

A soft smile spreads across his lips. “I wanted to check that you were okay and not too sore. I’m assuming that as you’re trying to fuck my hand, everything is feeling good?”

“Empty,” I whimper, swallowing past the lump that’s formed in my throat.

“I stretched you out pretty good to make sure I wouldn’t hurt you. But I fucked plenty of my cum into you, if you’re feeling empty, it’s because you let it all drip out of you.”

A sound falls from my lips, an indecipherable word that means nothing, but it must tell Anders something because he coos sympathetically.

“Oh, Kitten, did your tight little hole like being stuffed full of me?”

I nod, feeling my cheeks heat again. I’ve never blushed as much as I have since I met this man.

“I’ll get you some plugs. Then if you’re still feeling needy after I fuck you, or you want to keep all my cum inside of you, you can wear them for me.”

Plug? Does he mean a butt plug?

My ass clenches involuntarily, and Anders laughs.

“Oh, Henry, you like that idea, don’t you?”

I don’t speak, I can’t, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Instead, he slowly pulls his thumb out of me, leaving me open and empty and needier than ever.

I must whine, or protest, because he rolls me to my back, rising over me, one hand braced beside my head, keeping his weight off me, while he fists my cock with his other hand.

“This dick is mine now, isn’t it, Boy?” he demands.

“Yes,” I gasp, nodding.

“You don’t come until I say.”

I nod again.

Staring at me, he blinks, and I feel tears prickle at the backs of my eyes. I’ve never felt so desperate, and it’s him. He’s making me feel this way. I’m overwhelmed and confused, and I need him to make it better.

“Please,” I beg.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it all better, but that’s the last time, tonight. No more. Do you understand?”

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