35. Porter #2
He doesn’t stop moving as he waits for me to answer his filthy questions, continuing to slide his shaft against my ass, grinding my thong into my crack, and pressing down just enough to make my whole body clench with need. The wet fabric is torturous—a barrier I absolutely hate.
“Anything you want to do to me,” I gasp, my fingers clawing at the sheets. “Just… more. Touch me more.”
Next thing I know, his mouth is on me. He bites the thin fabric and pulls it to the side of my ass with his teeth, then his tongue is lapping at my bare hole. The sensation is wet and filthy, he’s eating my ass with determination. Heat curls through my spine at how good his mouth feels on me.
“Fuck, Will,” I choke, hips pushing back without an ounce of shame, eager for him to be inside of me.
He groans into my skin and seals his mouth over me again.
His tongue circles, presses, tastes, and my whole body shudders.
I feel the desire behind every movement, more so than anyone else I’ve ever been with.
Even though I know he doesn’t care about me the way I care about him, it’s nice to feel so desired.
He grabs my cheeks, holding me open for him.
The sounds he’s making have my stomach flipping and my cock throbbing, desperate to be touched, but I don’t want to break the trance of Will eating me out.
“God, you taste so good,” Will groans against my skin after a moment.
“Will,” I gasp, voice breaking, “holy fuck.”
He answers by dragging his tongue over me once again before giving my hole a kiss and pulling back.
I want more, so much more. I’m about to beg when I hear the signature snap of the lube bottle cap opening, and then a cold drizzle of it lands directly on my ass and the back of the thong that Will snapped back into place.
“Stay still,” he commands, and then his cock is back, but this time it’s sliding so effortlessly against my ass, teasing me, slipping under the top of my thong, pulling it against my hole once again.
The lace is soaked now, probably ruined with how wet it is with lube in the back and precum in the front, but I don’t care.
“Will, stop fucking around and fuck me already,” I demand, pushing back, trying to carelessly force him inside. I need it so badly. “Need your cock inside me.”
“Patience,” he mutters, reaching around to wrap his slick hand around my aching cock, stroking me as I cry out, hips jerking forward into his grip. The movement is so slow, so teasing it has my balls drawing up already with how much he’s tortured me.
“You’re dripping all over your thong. All this from a little rubbing. I can’t wait to see what you’ll do when I’m actually inside of you.”
“Only one way to find out.” I smirk even though I’m absolutely fucking insatiable for more of him.
Tears of frustration are pricking at my eyes with how badly I want him to fuck me.
My whole body is trembling, strung so tight with need I feel like I’m going to break.
“I need you,” I say firmly. “Please, Daddy. I need you inside of me.”
He slides his cock out from under the lace and pushes the fabric to the side, pouring a generous amount of lube directly onto my exposed hole.
He wastes no time shoving his pointer and middle finger into me, and I nearly scream from the feeling of relief as he splits me open, finally giving me what I’ve been begging for.
It’s a perfect pleasure, the relief so intense it’s almost another kind of agony. His fingers are thick and relentless, scissoring inside me, stretching me, preparing me.
“Fuck, look at that,” he groans, his voice thick with awe. He spreads his fingers, watching my hole flutter around him. “God, you’re incredible, P.”
“Please, Daddy, more,” I sob, pushing back brazenly onto his hand, trying to get him deeper inside of me. Never once in my life have I been this horny or feral before, and he hasn’t even put his cock inside of me yet.
He gives me what I want, adding a third finger, plunging them in and out of me, and it feels so fucking satisfying.
I should probably be embarrassed by my behavior, but it’s been so long since I’ve had a real dick inside of me, and no one—and I mean no one—has ever given me this much torturous attention.
“So good,” he praises. “You ready for my cock?”
I can only nod, my face buried in the mattress, my body trembling with a need so profound it’s terrifying. He isn’t even inside of me yet, and I’m well aware I’ll never recover from him.
He pulls his fingers out slowly, and the emptiness is a physical ache.
I hear the tear of foil and the slick snap of latex as he rolls the condom on his shaft.
Anticipation is coiling in my gut, and I already know there’s no way I’ll last long.
Not with how thoroughly he’s played with me, but I don’t care.
I already want him again and again and again.
Good thing we have a few more weeks until summer break. I’m going to convince him to fuck me every single day until then.
“This fucking thong, P. You have no idea what this is doing to me. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he breathes as he positions himself between my thighs, the head of his cock nudging against my slick, stretched entrance.
I blush, still bent on all fours, thighs spread, jersey pooling in the middle of my back, elbows against the mattress so my ass is in the air, waiting for him.
He takes the thin string of the thong and pulls it aside again, then inch by agonizing inch, slowly buries himself inside me.
His cock is definitely bigger than my dildo—which we both already knew—but the feeling is so much more intense.
He feels huge. The fullness steals my breath as I attempt to breathe through him entering me.
“Holy shit, you’re so big, feels so good,” I mutter when I remember how to speak.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He pulls out a smidge before pushing back in, letting me stretch around his size.
Once he’s fully seated inside of me, he lets go of the thong.
The fabric snaps back into place, the thin string rubbing against his cock.
He groans, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he adjusts. “So hot. You’re a goddamn dream.”
He starts to move, slowly drawing his hips back before slamming into me.
“Yeesss, finally,” I moan, my head falling forward against the mattress as he thrusts into me over and over. The feeling of him inside me for the first time is everything.
“This is unreal,” he praises as he picks up the pace. His thrusts become harder, faster as he fucks me with a new intensity. His movements are desperate, I can feel his need for me in every thrust. I love being the center of his pleasure. Love the sounds he’s making.
Will reaches around to grab my cock in his big hand, starting to rub it under the lace, groaning. “This ass. It’s perfect, you’re perfect. You’re gonna make me come already, P.”