Page 165 of For the Fans
Ohh… My beautiful Number Nine.
It works much better this way, the full length of his tongue brushing up and down over my rim. He kisses a few times, then stuffs his tongue inside me, my fingers digging into anywhere I can reach.
“Kyran…Fffuck, that’s good. Fuck me with your tongue, baby.”
The way he slides it in and out of me feels wickedly wonderful.I could just lie here all day every day, with my ass on a goddamn platter for him.
But I know we don’t have that kind of time, and this tantalizing sensation of him probing me with his tongue has my body craving something bigger, and harder… Something thick and crazy long to stretch me full.
“L-lube…” I stammer through trembling lips. “In my p-pocket.”
“Two more minutes,” he whines. “Your ass is so fucking sweet, Avi.”
I feel drunk right now.“You eat me so good, beautiful…”
He finally tears himself away, breathing heavily and grasping my chin. “Will you let me kiss you?”
“Give me that tongue,” I growl, parting my lips for him to slide it inside.
He kisses me sloppy, high on the lush depravity, sucking my lips and my tongue in tandem. “You taste like candy, Twizzler boy.” He grins, and I chuckle. “My strawberry sweetness.”
“I’m fucking obsessed with you,” I whimper into his mouth. “You were totally right.”
“Good.” He reaches into my pocket, fishing out the bottle of lube. “Because I think I’m kind of obsessed with you too…”
God, my chest is on fire.
“Fuck me…” The words fly on ragged breaths echoing his own as he pours lube onto his fingers, coating his dick, then swiping them between my cheeks. “God, baby, fuck me right now. I’m gonna die if I don’t get to feel you soon…”
“Don’t die.” He kisses my lips, dragging the head of his cock over my hole. “I need you.”
“I need you,” I whisper with our mouths together while he stuffs a finger inside me, causing me to gasp.
“Avi, I fucking need you.” He repeats like a hushed mantra, fingering me slow, as deep as he can reach. “I need you so bad…”
“Mmm-me t-too…Ky…”
Our breathing is bouncing off the interior of the vehicle, windows fogged up so thick you can’t even see outside. Kyran plunges a second finger into my ass, stretching me and wetting me inside, and I’m so needy it barely even burns. I’m fuckingferalfor him.
His sex, yes, but forhim, more than anything. I think I’d let him stuff his entire body inside me at this point, just to keep him; to feel him reigning over my insides.
Kyran tugs his fingers out, positioning the swollen head of his cock up to my hole. “I’m gonna go in slow, baby…” he breathes. “So you can feel every inch.”
I nod fast, and he begins to push, breaking through the barrier of my body.
His cock is thick as fuck, and so damn hard. But velvety soft and slick from the lubrication as it drives into me deeper anddeeper, almost painfully slow. I’m surprised I can even hear Kyran over the sounds of me groaning, and my pulse popping offlike fireworks in my head. But I can… and the noises he’s making are fucking ruining me for anyone else, ever.
“Ahh-vee,” he sighs my name like that, hoarse and drawn, mesmerized as he holds my ass open and feeds me inches. “So… tight… Baby, so warm andsofuckingtight.”
“Ummfffuck…Ky. Kyran, fuck me more. More more more.”
He does a little draw back before he’s all the way in that has us both moaning out nonsensical words, driving his big cock deep inside me until I’m stuffed so full, I can’t move.
“Holy fucking shit, this… feels…amazing.” He drapes himself over my back, holding up his body weight on the door so as not to crush me. “B-babe… Is this what you feel when you fuck me?”
I nod, swallowing hard and biting my lip while I adjust to the feeling of something sohugelancing all the way up inside me. “Is this—fuck, is this what you feel when I fuck you??”
“Does it hurt?” He pets my hair, kissing down my neck. “We can stop if it hurts…”
