18. CHOOSING YOU AGAIN #2
“You’re making me feel…” I trail off as he does it again, and my entire body heats up like I’m going to fucking combust. “So fucking good, Ken. Oh, fuck, s-stop! I’m going to come.”
Kenneth withdraws his fingers gently, giving me a moment of reprieve, then three tap at my entrance. “I’m going to add another finger. I need to stretch you as much as possible. Ready?”
I nod, relaxing as much as I can. “Yes.”
He enters me again slowly, then widens his fingers inside of me methodically, stretching me for his cock.
It fucking burns. His fingers are no longer probing, and he goes nowhere near my prostate again.
But I have to admit I no longer feel so nervous that I won’t like it.
There’s no way it won’t feel amazing after what he just did to me.
But also, there’s no way I won’t like it.
He’s the one doing this to me, and I love every second of being with him.
“I’m ready, Kenneth,” I huff with exasperation. “You can fuck me now.”
Kenneth chuckles, though he slaps my ass roughly at my calling him by his name. “It’s Ken, Kenny, or baby to you.”
I grin. “Kenneth.”
“Brat,” he tuts, then withdraws his fingers slowly. It’s a weird feeling, being empty after he’s filled me so thoroughly, and I’m desperate for his cock. “Are you sure you want this, Conrad?”
My breath catches. “Yes. Please.”
“Goddamn,” he says breathlessly, then kisses my lower back, soft lips lingering on my skin. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
I turn my face into the pillow and smile, refusing to let him see it, but I’m sure he knows what I’m doing anyway.
He grips my hip and nudges me so I turn, and I flip onto my back and stare up at him.
Kenneth is smiling at me softly, and then he brushes his thumb over my cheek, and his eyes crinkle in the corners.
“So cute and pink,” he whispers, caressing my flushed cheek. “Are you feeling shy, Connie?”
I swallow hard, then nod.
“It’s just me, baby. I promise I’ll take care of you,” Kenneth says softly, reassuringly. “Spread your legs for me.”
I do as I’m told, spreading my legs wide and beginning to breathe hard as I watch him coat his cock in copious amounts of lube. He then brings lube-drenched fingers back to my hole and thrusts them in once more. I moan when he rubs my prostate, and he smirks, withdrawing them.
Kenneth grips my thigh as he lowers himself onto me, supporting himself with one forearm next to my head.
He leans into me until we’re sharing breath, and then we’re chest to chest, pressed together, as he licks my bottom lip.
My body lights up, making me groan, and I part my lips for him.
He looks at my mouth for a long moment before crashing his lips to mine, thrusting his tongue into my mouth savagely, as if he can’t get enough of me.
Can’t get close enough. I open up to him in more ways than one.
My mouth widens to accommodate his warm tongue, the same as my legs widen to accommodate his body between my thighs.
His hard, wet cock rubs against mine slowly, and I exhale a shuddering breath, making him pull back.
He rearranges himself, pushing his hips back until he lines himself up with my hole.
It makes my breath hitch, makes me tremble with nerves, but he gives me the softest smile I’ve ever seen from him, and his eyes match it.
He’s looking at me as if I’m this precious thing he’ll never break, and it’s doing something funny to my stomach.
The head of his cock presses against my entrance, and I suck in a sharp breath.
“Touch yourself, Conrad,” Kenneth whispers. “Jack yourself off. It’ll hurt less that way.”
“O-okay,” I stammer. “It’s going to hurt?”
“Yes,” he replies. “But then I’m going to make you forget all about it. I’m going to have you begging for me to do this to you every day.” He kisses my cheek. “I’ll make you feel so good, baby, I promise.”
I nod quickly, wrapping my hand around myself and beginning to stroke slowly. His eyes focus on my cock as my fingers tighten around it, and he licks his lips as if he wants a taste of it. But then he snaps out of it, looking at my face instead.
“Tell me you want it,” Ken says. “Tell me to fuck you.”
“I want it,” I whimper, my hand speeding up. “Fuck me before I come all over myself.”
Kenneth smirks, and I watch in amazement as his face scrunches up when the head of his cock pushes into me. He looks like he’s in pain, and his gasp matches the anguished look in his eyes.
Ken breathes raggedly. “I’ve been dying for this, but it’s way better than I thought it would be.”
“Yeah?” I gasp when he pushes in a little more, then whimper when he pushes through the tight ring of muscle. “Ow, fuck.”
“Breathe,” he says through gritted teeth. “Baby, you have to relax, or it’ll hurt more.”
Ken slaps my hand away and grips my cock tightly, then strokes it faster and harder.
My toes curl at the sensation, and I moan.
He pushes in again, this time a little more forcefully.
I feel myself opening for him, my muscles relaxing and giving way to his body.
It feels like I’m being split in half—this uncomfortably full feeling inside of me.
But I breathe through it, and before I know it, he’s fully inside of me.