32. Will #2
It’s intense. A strange, full feeling that’s part discomfort and part something I don’t have the words for right now. He’s not moving, just letting me get used to it while his mouth is still working my dick, distracting me from the foreign sensation.
“Still okay?” he pops off to ask, while stroking my shaft with his hand.
“Yes,” I manage. “It’s definitely different from what I’m used to, but keep going. I want to feel more.”
Porter pushes his finger deeper inside of me, and then drags it out, moving slowly as I adjust just as slowly to the feeling of fullness. He squeezes more lube on my entrance and continues, going even deeper than I thought possible with just a finger.
“Holy fuck, how can you take that dildo? I feel like I’m going to explode from just this,” I ask, voice tight, but not in pain.
My dick flags a little bit, and I worry he’ll think this doesn’t feel good for me or that I’ll want to stop.
I don’t. I’m adjusting more and more to the sensation of being stretched by him.
It’s starting to feel better, especially as he takes my balls into his mouth and gently sucks. Fuck, I love that.
“Can I add another one?”
I swallow, wondering how another finger will possibly fit, but I trust him, so I nod. He works both inside of me, then he does something—holy fucking shit. A jolt of pure pleasure shoots through me, so intense it makes my whole body jerk.
“Fuck!” I shout. “What the fuck was that? Do it again!”
Porter chuckles to himself and continues to stretch and stroke me from the inside.
I feel like I’m floating. It’s like he found a switch I didn’t even know I had and it’s sending waves of pleasure through me each time he touches it.
He’s stretching me, filling me, and suddenly I want more.
I want all of it. I’m rock-hard and loving every moment of this.
“Porter,” I gasp, my hips bucking, trying to maximize the sensation of his mouth and his fingers. “I need… I’m close.” I don’t even know what I need, but I’m begging.
“Well, what the hell are you waiting for? Come in my mouth,” he suggests before going right back to pushing me to the edge with his mouth and his fingers, filling me with immense pleasure so strong I can’t possibly stave off my orgasm.
I gasp as it crashes into me. The pleasure is so intense, so different from every other release I’ve ever had in my entire life.
After a moment, I wiggle my hips because I’m so sensitive and he’s still sucking me. Porter takes it as his sign and pops off me while pulling his fingers out of my ass, and I whine slightly.
“Holy fucking shit,” I mutter, coming back to earth.
“And that is why I use a dildo,” he responds playfully, like he knows he just rocked my world.
I grab him, pull him up to me, and crash my mouth to his for another kiss. I can taste my release on his tongue, and fuck if that doesn’t make this hotter. I roll us so I’m on top of him in the bed, and his hard cock digging into my hip reminds me that I still get to return the favor.
“Now it’s my turn to apply what I’ve learned.
” I wink and shift my position so I’m on my knees, hovering over his leaking cock.
A pearl of precum glistens at his tip, and I bend down, extending my tongue to lick it before wrapping his head into my mouth.
Without wasting any time, I bob my head as my fingers wrap around the base of his cock, just like the way I like it done to me.
“Yeees. Twist your hand,” he instructs, and I do. “Fuck.”
His hips buck upward, meeting my movements as I alternate between sucking and licking, tracing the underside of his shaft before taking him deep again.
Hollowing my cheeks, I slide down further than before, surprised when I don’t gag, before I keep repeating the motion, taking him deeper and deeper until my nose nearly touches his pelvis.
“Holy shit, I’m gonna… if you keep… I’m gonna come so fast.”
“Where’s the lube?” I ask, pulling off him quickly. I want him to feel as good as I just did. “Can I finger you?”
His eyes fill with heat. “I thought you’d never ask.”
I smirk at the brattiness as he tosses me the lube, then holds his legs back for me with complete confidence.
I squirt some on my fingers and rub more over his hole.
The sight of his tight ass shining with lube, waiting for me to play with it, has my dick twitching again.
It’s perfectly pink and hairless. I’ve never thought an ass was perfect before, but his is.
When I push a finger in, he lets out a soft sigh that encourages me even more.
“Fuck, Kitten, you’re so tight,” I can’t help but comment as his ass welcomes me in, his warmth squeezing around my finger.
“Yeah, just… go slow, and I’ll loosen up.”
I nod, continuing to move my finger in and out, fascinated before remembering his dick. I lean forward, taking him back into my mouth as I bob slowly on his shaft. My attention stays mostly on my finger in his ass, and I work him open.
Before I add a second one, I pull off his dick and lean forward to suck his balls in my mouth, knowing how good it was when he did it to me.
His back arches slightly off the bed as I flick my tongue against the sensitive skin as he moans.
He grips the sheets as I work my mouth over one testicle then the other, my hand stroking his shaft the whole time, attempting to work him from all angles.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes out, his hips thrusting up with more force.
I pause my tongue and grin up at him. “You like that?”
“Yeah,” he admits, his voice husky. “God, Will, that’s so good. More. I need more.” I light up under his praise knowing I’m making him feel good as I squeeze more lube onto his entrance before adding a third finger. He moans through the stretch, completely blissed out.
“Just like that,” he gasps as I grow more and more confident with every thrust of my fingers inside of him. “Fuck yes, Daddy, that feels so good. I can’t wait till it’s your cock.”
His words sense a jolt of desire through me, and my spent dick is fighting to come back to life as I use my mouth more skillfully, focusing my attention on repeating the motions that have him gasping the loudest as my fingers search his ass for whatever that spot is that made me feel so incredible.
“Will,” he moans, sounding more and more desperate. “I’m gonna come!”
This time, I don’t pull off, keeping him in my mouth as his cum coats my throat. I do my best to swallow it down, but some leaks out of the corner of my mouth so I attempt to lick that up, too.
“Fuck, that’s so much. How do you make that look so easy?” I ask with a laugh after I catch my breath and pull my fingers out of him.
“Practice, I suppose,” he answers breathily with a sassy edge to his tone.
“Well, that was amazing,” I say as I stand, going into his bathroom to wash my hands and grab a washcloth to run under warm water. I return to where he’s still sprawled out on the bed, relieved when he allows me to clean him up this time.
When I’m finished, I snuggle back up to him in bed, wanting to be close to him, needing the reassurance that he won’t immediately pull away again.
“Next time, can we try more butt stuff? And can you wear those sexy little panties?” I ask because that sounds so fucking hot, but also because I really want there to be a next time.
He lets out a surprised laugh before responding in his playful tone that I love. “Maybe if you’re lucky.”