Page 122 of For the Fans
Avi shrugs. “Even moreforbidden, then.” He grins. “Imagine you, bent over in bed in your hotel room, teasing us with your perfect ass when someone could walk in any minute…”
I can’t deny that my dick is leaking at the thought. So I roll over onto all fours, giving up the fight and giving in to my apparent unwavering need to get off in the most illicit ways possible.
Propping my phone up against a pillow, I turn to give him a full view of my ass from behind while my face heats like an oven at how slutty I must look right now.
But then I hear Avi purr; a sexy, growly little groan of appreciation that turns the wanton thrill way up.
“Look at that ass… Fuckingperfection,” he hums. “Tease your hole for me, gorgeous. Show me what I’m missing.”
Reaching behind myself, I swipe a shaky finger up and down over my rim, my eyes falling shut at the sound of his breathing growing heavier over the phone.
“You wanna fuck me, don’t you?” I whisper, pressing my fingertip into my hole, just a little. It’s not lubed or anything, but the feeling of it, desperate to get inside, has my hips moving, chasing friction on my aching cock.
“If I could fly there right now just to fuck you, I would,” he grumbles, and my chest tightens, stomach clenching.
“H-how would you do it?” I stammer out the words, pulse pinging as my body coils.
“I would come up behind you,” Avi growls. “Stuff your face into the mattress, and slide every inch of my rock-hard dick into you. In one…long… thrust.”
Moans are fleeing my lips faster than I can attempt to control them. “Fast or slow?”
“Slow… at first,” he whispers. “But just being inside that warm, tight spot would have me riding you, rough anddeep.”
My face drops down into the comforter, ass up while I plunge my finger in, ignoring the burn of penetration with no lube. I’m just…needingit. I don’t understand it at all, but I need to be filled, the desire so strong it’s almost primal.
“Give me your cock…” I gasp and pant. “God, I fucking want it so bad.”
“Baby, turn around,” Avi pleads in a hoarse tone. “Show me your body. I want to look at how beautiful you are.”
I don’t even remember where I am. I’m buzzing so fiercely on this craving, it’s like I’m acting on total impulse. Flipping around, I grab the phone, lying down on my back while I angle the camera down over my body.
“Spread your legs,” he commands. And I do, parting them wide and lifting my hips a bit to give him a view of my balls and my ass. “So,sogood… All those places for my tongue to explore.”
Grasping onto my cock, I work up to stroking again, writhing up to my hand while he breathes and growls and fucks his fist.
“Wet your finger this time.”
Slipping my index and middle fingers into my mouth, I suck them sloppily, pulling them out and dragging them down my chest. I flick over my nipples, the sensation zapping me in the groin as my fingers trail lower, between my legs.
“I know you’re missing my cock right now…” he hums. “Wishing I was there to fuck you full. But you’ll have to make due with your fingers, okay?”
Chomping down on my lip, I nod fast, stuffing both fingers between my cheeks. I don’t even care about pain or discomfort at this point… I’m fuckingthrobbingdeep in my core and I need relief. So I push my fingers inside myself, forcing my ass to relax enough to take them at once.
Angling the camera, I let Avi watch as they stretch me, sliding in as deep as I can get them. It’s so frustratingly good, the sensation of being entered while also knowing it’s nowhere near as deep, or wide, as it was last time. When it was his dick.
“Pump them for me, baby.” His voice is uneven, raspy and hushed. I love the sound of it… It means he’s turned on as fuck and about to come.Just from watching me… This must be theway the fans feel.“Fuck that tiny hole with your fingers the way I’d do it with my big dick…”
“Uhhhfuck… Fuck me. I want you tofuck me… harder.” I’m not even aware of what I’m saying, I’m just rutting my hips against my hand while my cock flinches and swells on my abs.
Lifting the phone and prying my eyes open enough to take a peek at Avi, I find him chewing on his bottom lip, eyes glued to what I’m doing while his hand works furiously on his dick.
“I’m fucking you harder, baby,” he gasps, and I groan, slamming my fingers into my ass over and over. “Fuck yea… Feel this dick.”
“Come for me,” I whisper, lighting up when my fingers brush my prostate. “I wanna w-watch you… come.”
“I’m right there,” he grunts. “I’m so close…”
“Me, too.”
