Page 85 of Napkins and Other Distractions
There’s more lube, and then Kent adds a second finger. The walls of my ass press against them, creating the most glorious friction. Suddenly, a slap on my ass creates a loudwhackthat echoes against the walls and startles us both.
“Sorry, I got carried away.”
“Damn,” I say. The sweet sting tingling. “Do it again. Please.”
Authorized to continue, Kent now adds slaps to his repertoire of ass play, and the beautiful bite stirs a jolt of pleasure in my body.
Lost in the moment, I tremble when his other hand reaches under and grabs my cock. Delighting in him taking up so much space inside me, the added sensation of him jerking me off sends shockwaves down my spine.
I pull off for a second and smile up at him. A stream of spit and precum stretches from my lips to the head of his cock, and his wide grin makes my chest radiate with comfort.
“There you go,” he says. “You look so beautiful taking my cock and fingers, Vincent.”
As his fingers swirl inside me, unfamiliar sensations ignite. My whole being surrenders to the overwhelming pleasure of Kent Lester. It happens quickly. My orgasm begins, and unsure what to do, I continue sucking and fucking his fingers, speeding up, moaning, trying to let him know I’m close.
“That’s it. That’s it.” Kent’s voice, slow and steady, guides me like a skilled captain bringing his ship into port. “I’ve got you, smoothie. Come for me like a good boy. Let it all go.”
The freedom. Having Kent inside me. Stroking my cock, my seed boiling over as he talks, praises, and unravels me from the inside. I exhale and welcome the release. Shooting into Kent’s submerged hand, my entire body vibrates as my orgasm rips through me. His fingers slip and slide, attempting to catch it all.
“Good boy. There you go. There you go. I’ve got you.” He’s got me. All of me. His voice flows over me, and moans and quick breaths escape my lips, stretched around Kent’s fat cock as he pumps the last drops from me.
“Vincent, I’m close. Can I come on you? On your back? Your ass? I’ll wash you off. I promise.”
I pull off him and say, “Please. Shoot all over me.”
He stands, sending the bath water sloshing.
He continues jerking himself while maneuvering behind me. I rest my face on the tub’s edge, the tiles warming the towel and soothing my cheek.
“Will you take my cum like a good boy?”
“Yes, sir. I want it. All of it.”
I do want it. Him. All over me. And then it lands on my skin in fast spurts. Warmer than the water, sticky, and glorious. With my permission, Kent solidifies his possession, covering my lower back and ass. His rigid cock presses against me as he spreads his cum in my every nook and cranny.
“There you go,” he says, and I hear an enormous sigh. He lowers himself into the water, mumbling, “Vincent, you … I … fuck.”
He lies back, catching his breath, and I crawl onto his torso, snuggling into him. “So fuzzy.” With Kent, I’m unhinged. Discovered. Relished. The talking. The checking in. Going at my pace. Equally concerned about my pleasure as his. It’s like being truly seen for the first time, and my body practically floats from the euphoria.
Showered and naked in Kent’s bed, I’m welcomed by fresh, crisp sheets and my sweet, fluffy, furry bear. I lay my head on his chest, wrap my arm around his soft stomach, and breathe him in.
“That was … hot,” he says, nibbling my head.
“Really?”
“Are you kidding?”
I chuckle, and my breath blows the thick fur on his chest.
“Even the … sir?”
“Vincent. You can call me whatever you want.”
Kent’s nibbles morph into mouthing, and his slowed heartbeat and breathing signal me to relent to sleep. We lay quietly, my eyes heavy. And then it happens.
My heart trips in my chest as a surprise pounce pummels my feet.
“Kent … Kent!” I whisper-yell.
