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Though there is that teeny, tiny frisson inside me, wondering if I’ll like it.
If he’ll hurt me… Or if he’ll make it feelreallygood…
Fear flickers in my brain, but I turn it off. I focus on Avi, and how confident he seems. How afraid heisn’t… How warm heis.
Gripping onto his thigh with my left hand, I slowly move my slick fingers until they slide between his cheeks. He grunts and swallows visibly, the first sign of vulnerability I’ve gotten from him all night. It gives me the surge of adrenaline I need to swirl my fingertip around his rim.
“One first…?” I ask, way too hoarse, but not even caring. My dick is fucking throbbing, balls aching already.
“I think that would be best,” he breathes, then wedges his index finger between my ass.
“W-wait…” My chest is heaving like crazy and it’s bordering on embarrassing. “I need to… relax.”
“Okay, fine. I’ll give you a head start.” He licks his lips.
“Stop watching me,” I grumble, and he grins.
Lowering his face to mine, he hums over my lips. “Is this better?”
Out of my desire to regain some control, or maybe even to take his cockiness down a peg, I stuff my finger inside him slowly, easing it into his ass up to my knuckle with no warning.
He groans and shivers. “Jesus fucking Christ…”
“Do you… do you like it?” I whisper, my cock leaking at the feeling of the warm, super tight channel of his body gripping my finger.
“It’s… different,” he hums, brushing his own fingertip over my hole, and I’mquaking. I draw my finger back, pumping it in again until he whimpers, “Slow, baby.”
“If you call mebabyagain, I’ll stuff my whole hand in here,” I growl, and he chuckles, dragging his lips down to kiss my neck.
Ihatehow it gives me chills and thumps my nuts, the same way I hate how he’s not intimidated by me one bit. He’s notafraid, and it’s just… frustrating.
Using my hand, I drive into him slowly, pulling back and pushing in, working up a tantalizing rhythm inside his ass while he writhes his body against mine. His lips go for my earlobe, andI really fucking loathe how good it feels… How it tingles in the pit of my stomach, making me forget all the concerns and hang-ups surrounding what we’re doing.
It feelsso good, in fact, that I barely notice how his finger is nudging its way inside me, using the slippery wetness of the lube to gradually probe me. Until the next thing I know, his finger is in me up to the knuckle, and I’m clenching on him in hot, aching need.
“Holyfffuck…” I groan, dizzy and seeing stars already.
It feels bizarre… The burn of doing something wrong that somehow sizzles all my nerve endings with a hidden pleasure I wasn’t sure was there.
“You like it?” he rasps, hot breath on my ear flipping me upside down.
“No…” I bite my lip to contain the sounds that want to betray my words.
“Stop lying to me, you tight, sexy thing,” he growls, then eases another finger inside me.
“Uhhmmffuckno…yesss… I do… I like it,” I gasp and whine as his fingers reach deep inside me.
They graze something that lights up my entire body.
My toes curl. My back arches.
“Say you want me to fuck you in your perfect, sweet little ass,” Avi whispers over my lips.
And I tumble. My stomach bunches, my ass clenches on his fingers…
And I fuckingcome.
Crying, whimpering, mewling like a slutty little kitten, my dick sprays pulses of cum all over both of us, without any provocation other than two fingers stuffed deep in my ass for literally less than sixty seconds. My entire body is trembling, from head to toe, I’m jerking and writhing, practically convulsing.
