Chapter 17 Seth #3
“You sure?” I give him a nod because my mouth is so dry that I can’t produce words.
It’s not fear, but anticipation, lust, and the beginnings of something close to love that’s all mixed up inside me.
I want him to do this because I want him so far inside of me that he fills me up. I want his marks on me and in me.
I just want him, in every way possible.
“Please, Frankie,” I beg, the words barely above a whisper. I don’t have to ask again as he rubs his lube-covered hand up and down the crack of my ass, jostling the toy that has me stretched so wide.
I get to my knees, propping myself on my forearms to give him a good angle.
A shudder runs through me as he runs his slick fingers along the edge of my rim before slipping inside. The feeling of his fingers running along my inner walls is indescribable. It’s an intimacy I never thought possible, and my eyelids flutter closed as he continues to push his hand inside of me.
He’s going so slowly that the stretch isn’t painful, just a sense of fullness that builds and builds.
“Four fingers already,” Frankie murmurs, running his free hand up my outer thigh. “I’m going to remove the toy, and then I’m going to go all the way in. Are you ready?”
I give him some sort of acknowledgment. The pleasure has been building along with that fullness, and I doubt I can even say anything clearly as it is. Frankie gives a warm chuckle and gives the toy a wiggle, brushing the hard nylon against my prostate in such a way that my back arches and I groan.
Then the toy is free, and he’s bracing one large hang against my lower back as he pushes his hand deeper. He pulls out, and when he slides forward again, his thumb has joined his fingers as he breaches me.
This time, he doesn’t pull out again, but keeps that slow, steady forward momentum. I’m already gaping, so I don’t feel the stretch until he’s shoving his knuckles past that ring of muscle.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, my hips trying to jerk as, with a little grunt, he tunnels his entire hand in me.
I’m so full, his hand rubbing deliciously against my prostate, that there’s no way for me to sit still.
I’m right there on the edge, so close that even the tiny little abortive thrusts I can do send fireworks up and down my nerve endings.
Is this what it will feel like when he knots me? If so, I think I’ll be living the rest of my life on his dick, because holy fuck! I’m panting, my eyes closed tightly as I push back onto him, letting out a choked gasp as he slides further inside of me.
My dick kicks against my stomach, throbbing so badly it’s painful, but that feeling of fullness and the constant pressure on my prostate has me rocking my body, fucking myself on his hand.
“Shit, Seth, your hole is so greedy for me. You’re fucking yourself all the way to my forearm,”Frankie growls out. “That’s it, baby. Get yourself ready for my knot.”
I’m blabbering. Actually, I don’t even think I’m saying any actual words as I work myself on his hand.
I’m too far gone to make any sense. I have only one thing on my mind, and that’s chasing my release.
I have no clue how deep he is; all I know is that I push back until the stretch is too much before leaning forward.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” Frankie whispers as he moves around behind me.
I whimper, blinking my eyes open. No, I don’t want him to stop what he’s doing!
I’m so close! And if he’s going to fuck me, that means he will have to remove his hand, and I don’t want— My train of thought comes to a screeching halt as he positions himself at my entrance and slams himself home.
With his hand still inside of me!!
The sudden double penetration has a shout bursting from my lips, but it’s the pleasure of that sudden stretch and my prostate practically getting skewered as Frankie buries himself to the hilt which has my eyes rolling and my dick spurting thick ribbons of cum across the sheets.
My chest collapses to the mattress as he fucks me hard, and I can’t stop the loud moans and grunts as he pounds into me. My prostate is so oversensitive, it’s almost painful, but I also probably will claw his eyes out if he even thinks about stopping.
At some point, he removes his hand from my ass, because he leans over me and wraps one slick hand around my semi-hard dick, while the other rests on my hip. His breath puffs against the side of my face as his hips piston against me.
And then I feel it, his knot pushing inside of me. I’m loose enough that it doesn’t take much effort, and then he’s fucking me with abandon. I whimper into the mattress at the sensation. I didn’t think his knot was that big, but I’m beginning to realize the thing grows!
The fullness in my ass makes it almost impossible to breathe, but it could also be because Frankie is trying to touch my tonsils with his dick.
There’s so much sensation, I close my eyes and let it flow over me.
My head is static and I feel weightless, even though Frankie’s body is pushing me into the mattress, and the pleasure pulsing through me is so overwhelming I might go crazy from it.
Somehow, my dick is hard again, and Frankie is pumping it as fast as he’s fucking into me, though his knot prevents him from moving very far. The furious, shallow thrusts are focused entirely on my abused prostate, and the pressure of an impending climax has my nuts drawing close to my body.
“Come for me,” Frankie growls, and that’s all it takes for me to topple over the edge. I scream as the orgasm slams into me, my body bucking from the force of it, and I’m only half-aware as Frankie stills above me, his dick kicking like crazy inside of me.
The knowledge that he’s breeding me, truly breeding me, that he’s filling me up with his seed, and that his knot will keep all the cum trapped in my guts has another, smaller orgasm rolling over me. My dick gives a half-hearted kick as cum leaks slowly out of my slit.
I’m so exhausted and blissed out that I don’t bother helping as Frankie rearranges us until we are curled up on our sides, his big body spooning me from behind.
Not much else we can really do since he’s locked inside of me for the moment.
That fullness is an odd sensation, but not unpleasant.
Certainly not unpleasant enough for me tocare about moving.
My limbs are leaden weights, and not even a fire can convince me to move at this point. Holy crap, I’ve never been fucked boneless before, and I’m not going to be complaining about it at all.
Frankie kisses the top of my head, his arm encircling my waist. “How are you?”
“Perfect,” I hum. Or at least I think I do. My eyes can barely stay open, and I can’t understand a thing Frankie is saying to me.
Sleep. I can worry about everything else later.