Page 52 of Drag You Down
“Exactly like this,” Gabriel says, leaning down.
I watch, uncomprehending, as he kisses the sensitive skin of my hole.
And I yelp, my entire body flushing with embarrassment.
“You… you can’t!” I protest, pulling at his shoulders.
Gabriel smiles up at me. “I’m the Daddy here. Trust me to make you feel good, little lamb.”
He leans back down, his tongue wet and warm against the rim of my hole, and I shudder from humiliation and strange pleasure alike.
I want to tell him to stop.
I want him to give me more.
“It’s dirty,” I say weakly, but I spread my legs wider, completely contradicting my words.
“I just bathed you,” Gabriel points out before going in to suck on the sensitive skin again.
I cover my face with my hands. I can’t believe he’s doing this. I can’t believe I’m enjoying it.
My erection bounces against my stomach, smearing drops of precum.
When I’m completely desperate, my writhing only curbed by Gabriel’s hands on my thighs, Gabriel says, “I’m going to put a finger in now.”
My lips part, but nothing comes out. A finger can’t possibly be worse than histongue, but it’s every bit as alluring in the most dangerous, sinful way. I wanted this. I asked for this.
I still want this.
“Okay,” I whisper.
Gabriel opens the bottle of lube and pours some onto his fingers. I watch in trepidation and desire as that slicked-up finger approaches my hole.
Even though he told me he was doing it, I still startle when the cold lube touches my hole.
“Shh. I’ve got you, boy,” Gabriel says gently.
For reasons I don’t completely understand, I trust him. I nod, and the light touch of his finger turns into something more, something that makes my hole stretch around it as he slowly pushes it inside.
I bite my lip.
The stretch doesn’t hurt. It feelsgood.
My breathing picks up, coming in short, uneven huffs. I feel so ashamed for how much I want this now, how my cock only gets harder as his finger gets deeper inside of me.
I whine in disappointment when he pulls the finger out, and Gabriel smiles.
“Getting more lube. I’ll stretch you properly before I give you Daddy’s cock.”
If his finger feels this intense, I can’t even imagine what his cock will feel like inside of me. Will it be too much?
If it’s only once, if this is the only time we can be together, then I should feel it all, shouldn’t I?
He’s not letting you go.
My mind bounces back and forth betweenonly one nightandalways, and I can’t decide which is true, which isreal.
If it’s only one night, I could still repent. Penance could wash away one night.
