He pistons two fingers inside me and then adds a third digit, sending ripples of pleasure through me that makes my toes curl. He then curls his fingers deeper into me, adjusting the angle like he’s searching for something, and?—
“Fuuuccckkk,” I hiss, my whole body jerking as something electric sparks inside me.
My back arches off the bed, a strangled sound tearing out of my throat because my arse is on fire in a way that is both shocking and intensely pleasurable.
What the fuck was that? Was that always there? Inside me the whole time and it’s just getting activated?
“H-how?” I stutter, my voice breaking as my head drops backward.
Coker doesn’t stop teasing that spot. If anything, he increases his tempo, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“I see you’ve gotten acquainted with your prostate.”
At some point, I start moving against him, unconsciously grinding the spot making my entire body light up into his fingers, my hips shifting in needy motions. My cock is painfully hard, precum leaking against my thighs. This is the greatest feeling ever, nothing even comes close, not even the rush ofcatching a tricky win-deciding shot. I suck in my breath, pushing back on Coker’s fingers until?—
“You’re gonna kill meeeee,” I groan, dragging the words out as another jolt shoots through me when he grazes my prostate again. “I’m seriously going to blow my load soon.”
Coker withdraws his fingers with a big grin plastered on his face. “Pass me the condom.”
I mourn the loss of the fullness with a quiet whine, my hands trembling as I fumble for it and toss it in his direction. My pulse is loud in my ears, my entire body buzzing with anticipation as I watch him roll the condom down his length, his eyes never leaving my arse. When he gestures for me to lie on my stomach, I obey immediately. The mattress dips as he climbs onto the bed behind me, gently guiding my legs apart before settling there. He then presses two fingers back into my hole and I hear the squelch. He exhales a low, appreciative sound under his breath.
“You’re ready to take my dick. So open and wet,” he says, fucking into me with his fingers a little bit.
I lift my head and I turn back to see him coating his fat cock with a generous amount of lube before drizzling some on my hole. I want to tell him to stick it in already, stop drawing it out, but I’ve behaved needy enough for one day. He spreads the lube well across his shaft and then he is lining it up against my hole, pressing one hand on the small of my back.
He drags his cock across my crease first, then he slowly—very slowly—pushes into me. Oh, the stretch burns. It burns so badly. This is nothing like the gentle intrusion of his fingers or his tongue. But I’m nothing if not determined. I press my face into the sheets, biting down on the fabric to keep any sound from escaping. I try to bear down on him, but it’s still a lot more than I expected.
Coker stops pushing into me and his hand starts massaging my back. “You have to breathe.”
I nod into the sheets, focusing on dragging in one breath after the other while his hand on my waist slowly works through the initial sting. When I feel him withdrawing, I force my head up and turn to him.
“No!” My voice comes out desperate.
He stills, not moving forward and not pulling away either, still rubbing soothing patterns along my lower back. “Okay,” he says, leaning down to press light kisses across my back. “Just relax. Let your body adjust.”
I focus on what he’s saying, on his voice, on my breathing and little by little, the tension in my body eases and the discomfort becomes more manageable.
“I’m ready. Go all the way in.”
“That will hurt,” he says, looking conflicted.
“I can take it . . . Please.”
He takes a deep breath, his hand on my back firmer, but he doesn’t do as I’ve asked. Instead, he slides in even more slowly. I take him in inch by inch, adjusting to his size and getting used to this new sense of the fullness inside me until he bottoms out. We both groan at the same time.Fuck. I drop my head back on the bed. I feel so full and stretched, every nerve around my arse lit up, raw, alive and burning. A spark of want skitters down my spine all the way into my toes. My cock seeks friction so much that I didn’t realise I had started rubbing my cock on the sheets. The ache melts into a sting, and the sting blooms into an unbearable pleasure.
“You good?” he asks, voice rough and husky above me.
“Mmmh-mmmh,” I manage, nodding weakly.
“Does it hurt?”
“Not anymore.”
His cock in me feels so good and obscenely big. The first tentative thrust pegs my prostate, and I’m not even sure he means to. The feeling of being so full and the brush againstmy prostate is so intense that I’m about to come on the spot untouched, but I don’t want it to end too soon. Not when it just started. I move my hips, trying to wordlessly to tell him to move.
He gets it immediately and doesn’t tease me about it like I expected. He starts with a slow roll of his hips, testing what I can handle. He then starts thrusting into me in earnest, making pleasure tear through me. He pulls his cock out to the tip, and this time he slams into me with reckless abandon.
“Look at you,” he rasps, a sheen of sweat forming along his brow. “Taking my cock like you were made for it.”
