Page 78 of The Bro Date
“You like that, baby?” Shane asks, adding another finger and scissoring them but never hitting that spot deep inside that I love so much.
“Yes. More,” I beg shamelessly.
Shane squirts more lube on me and pushes a third finger into my ass, stretching me wider. I whine at the slight burn, so Shane pauses, leaning over to pepper feather-soft kisses along my spine. “Relax, butterfly,” he whispers into my ear, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh while he slowly begins to move his fingers until he fills me up. Shane curls them, hitting that spot deep inside me and forcing a loud, mangled cry from my throat.
“Ungh!Oh my fucking God. Shane!” I squeeze the pillow while I bury my face in it and scream.
Shane continues to milk my spot until I’m on the edge, and my body tenses up. He slips his fingers out, leaving me empty and wanting. My hole pulses with need. The need for Shane to fill it up.
“Please,” I whine. “Fuck me, now.”
Shane squirts more lube directly on my hole, stroking his cock to get ready. He presses his tip to my opening, teasing me with slow, relentless circles without applying any pressure.
“I need it,” I beg, trying to push back against him.
Shane grips my hips and stills me. “Gonna fuck you so good, baby. There’s no one within miles to hear your cries. Don’t hold back.” He presses his cockhead into me slowly, stretching meto the point that it’s almost too much. I bear down and push against him until he slips past the tight ring of muscle and his head pops in.
I cry out, panting heavily at the intrusion.
“You okay?” he murmurs, holding his body still.
“Yeah. I’m good,” I pant, a slight sheen of sweat forming on my face and body.
Shane’s cock slowly fills me the rest of the way, and I let out the longest, loudest moan as if his dick physically pushes all of the air out of me. He stays still for a moment, letting me get used to his size. He feels so deep like this. I peer over my shoulder, meeting a pair of dark, lust-filled eyes. His bare chest is sweaty, and his hair is in complete disarray.
He looks fucking hot.
“Fuck me,” I demand, ready for him to start moving.
Shane slowly pulls his dick out, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I once again press my face into the pillow, surrendering to his slow, deep thrusts.
“Mmm,” I moan. “Faster.”
Shane picks up the pace, never losing his rhythm. “Let me hear you.”
I start to moan with every thrust, not holding back at all.
“Louder,” he demands.
“Harder!” I taunt, even though he’s fucking me faster and harder than I’ve ever experienced.
Shane curls around my back, holding himself up with one arm and wrapping the other around my chest while pounding into my ass. “Hard enough, butterfly?” he growls, curling his hips and grazing my prostate.
“Ungh! Shane!” I scream loud enough to wake the neighbors, if we had any out here.
“That’s it, baby. Say my fucking name,” Shane grunts, and I’m so turned on right now, I’m moments away from coming.
“Shane.I’m gonna come.”
“Not yet,” he demands, banding an arm across my torso and pulling me up so we’re both on our knees. Shane slips a hand under my crop top and pinches one of my nipples, twisting and playing with the tight bud while he continues to plunge into my ass. “You’re doing such a good job taking this cock,” he grits out.
Shane finally grabs hold of my leaking cock and strokes me roughly, smearing my precum around the head while he continues to torture my nipples and fuck my ass.
It’s overstimulating in the best ways possible.
“Ungh. Yes. Yes,” I chant, bouncing between his fist and the dick in my ass. I tip my head back, resting it on his shoulder, while I completely surrender my body to Shane.
“I got you, baby. I got you,” he whispers into my ear, licking the lobe and continuing his praise.
