Page 69 of Chasing After You
“There!” I practically shouted when he found it.
“Yeah, that’s the magic spot,” he laughed.
He continued thrusting the one finger in and out, rubbing against the sensitive nub each time. My breath hitched when I felt a second finger pressing against my rim, demanding entrance.
“Please,” I mewled, feeling pleasure like I never had before. It was all-encompassing—the ropes against my skin, the confident hand milking my cock, and the fingers opening me up.
Once the second finger slid in, he began to really stretch me, scissoring his fingers against my inner walls.
“Doing so good,” he praised, his voice rough with lust.
“Please, fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I babbled, drunk on a pleasure high.
“Nope, I need to open you up properly. We’re almost there, I promise.”
I whined desperately, fucking back on his fingers greedily. “Please, please, please,” I begged, feeling just as much the slut as he kept calling me.
The hand jerking my dick pulled away. I was about to complain when asmackrang out, and my ass rippled with heat, pulling a strangled moan from deep within my chest.
“D-did you just—Dori.”
“I wasn’t planning on hitting you today, but you earned that spank,” he declared, catching me even further off guard when a third finger pushed in beside the others in my tight channel. I yelped at the intrusion. “Your ass is going to feel fucking heavenly around my cock. It’s burning hot in here.”
“Cock, please, Dori,” I rambled, squirming against my binds. The third finger was a definite stretch, even a little uncomfortable, but I was running out of patience. I wanted Dorian’s cock, and I wanted itnow.
He spanked me again, ripping another sharp gasp out of me. “Do you want it to hurt a little? Is that it? Is that why you’re acting like an insatiable whore? Begging your little brother to fuck your tight ass?”
“P-please,” I whimpered, moaning wantonly as three fingers repeatedly tagged my prostate.
“You’re fucking drooling for it. Damn,” he groaned as he slid his fingers out of me.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
“Nooo,” I sobbed as my hole clenched around the silicone toy entering me. “Don’t—” I didn’t want a toy! What didn’t he understand? I didn’t want something fake.
“Jesus, Josh. Just a bit longer with this,” he promised.
And even though I hated that a toy was inside me instead of Dorian’s dick, it reached far deeper than his fingers had, striking hidden places that sent lightning bolts up my spine.
I fucked back onto it, moaning especially loudly whenever he ground it in deep.
“You like that? My cock’s going to reach even further,” he purred.
“God, please, please, Dori! I don’t care if it hurts! I need your dick now! I’m going to fucking die if you don’t put it in and stir me up inside. I need it, please,” I blubbered, tears streaking down my flushed face.
“Fuck,” he grunted, ripping the toy out of me. “The fucking mouth on you.”
I sobbed louder when I felt the warmth and velvety feel of his head notching against my hole. As I opened my mouth to begsome more, I screamed—he had thrust his entire length into me all in one go.
Dorian was still for a moment, breathing heavily against my neck as his body wrapped around mine. He was kneeling behind me, panting as my hole spasmed around him.
“Mine,” he growled before viciously biting down on the side of my neck. I wailed at the sharp pain. “How do those piercings feel, angel?”
“S-so g-good,” I sobbed, my thighs shaking.
Too many sensations.
He released my neck from his teeth, and I whined lowly as his tongue licked over the bite to soothe it.
