Page 99 of Bobby Green
“Yes.” Oh my God—“Yes!” as Bobby pinched sharply. He started to sweat, shaking, as Bobby kissed down his spine.
“Spread ’em,” Bobby ordered, and Reg did, feeling open and vulnerable. Bobby took advantage of him, skating his fingertips down Reg’s cleft, between his thighs, along his taint. The touches were just hard enough not to tickle, just soft enough to leave Reg aching for more. Bobby was using Reg’s hip to balance as he worked his sorcery, and the print of his hand felt burned into Reg’s skin.
Reg’s breaths were coming fast and hard, and all Bobby did was touch him. Lightly.
The touches grew stronger, broader, and Bobby’s warm hands on Reg’s asscheeks were a welcome relief.
“Fucking now?” Reg begged.
“Licking now,” Bobby returned playfully. Reg let go of the couch and just leaned his torso on it, exposing his ass and lifting to his toes, legs spread as wide as he could.
He was rewarded by the wet heat of Bobby’s mouth, his tongue, dragging down his cleft, licking circles around the target, until Reg pleaded shamelessly.
“Please, Bobby… please… something. My cock, my ass, don’t care, just… just don’t tease me no more. Don’t…. Augh!”
One finger—one—penetrated him, and Reg almost cried. “Yes! No! That’s not enough!”
He clenched hard on that finger, knowing his muscles there were tight from use. Bobby pushed past the resistance, and the burn intensified. Reg moaned.
“You want more?”
“Yeah.”
The snick of a lube bottle sounded, and Reg didn’t even want to know where he’d been hiding it. The pressure in Reg’s asshole increased, another slick finger pushed in, and Reg’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Yesssssss….”
But it was still not enough.
“Bobby?”
“Yeah?” A third finger, and Reg wanted to sob.
“You got a giant cock, man—don’t you wanna fuck me?”
Bobby kept his fingers where they were and started working them in and out. “Yeah, sure,” he breathed, his breath teasing the whorls of Reg’s ear. “But I wanna see you fly first.”
Reg rested his face on his hands and wiggled his ass, partly in time to the thrusts and partly in pure stinking need. Bobby stayed to the side of him, fucking his ass slowly with his fingers, and then, oh God, reaching around with his other hand and….Oh please… please….
“One lousy finger!” Reg hollered, utterly helpless, utterly aroused. “Jesus—grab it. Hard. Stroke it. Don’t tease it. Please, Bobby—please! Please!”
Bobby whispered in his ear. “No.”
“Gah!” Reg howled into his cupped hands, super stimulated in the back, barely stimulated from the front, his body shaking uncontrollably. “Bobby!”
Bobby’s low chuckle set every nerve ending on fire, and all the teasing fingers disappeared. “I can suck you off,” Bobby whispered. “I can get down on my knees in front of you and swallow your come. Or I can fuck you. Choose, baby—but choose wisely.”
There was no choice. “Fuck me!Oh, fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me—please, please, please—yes!”
Oh, Bobby’s cock was a thing of beauty, especially as it battered its way into Reg’s ass. Reg let out a real sob, dropped his hand down to his own much neglected member, and let Bobby seat himself.
“Ready?” Bobby asked, gliding his hands up and down Reg’s ribs.
“Yeah.” And Reg gave himself over in that word. No more fighting what Bobby wanted, no more trying to get his own way. He trusted. Bobby would take care of him. Bobby hadn’t failed him yet.
Bobby pulled out slowly and then thrust firmly back in. Reg’s entire body went weak, conceding, submitting, just as Bobby said, “Good.”
What followed was a little like being turned inside out and then put back without the awful stuff you didn’t know was inside you.
On one level, it was just fucking. Magnificent fucking. Bobby slammed his cock in and out of Reg’s body hard and fast and beautiful, and Reg could barely keep up with it. He was practically limp with submission, but that didn’t mean wave after wave of excruciating pleasure didn’t crash over him, tossing him about in a storm of shocked nerve endings and sensation.
