Page 91 of Before I Lost You

My breathing is erratic when he lowers his head and bites the curve of my ass roughly, teeth sinking in deep until I whine loudly. Fuck, it feels good. I’m trembling with anticipation as hisbreath ghosts over me. Feeling impatient, I grab one cheek and spread myself open for him. He growls under his breath, and then his tongue is on my taint, licking upward until he’s reached my hole. The flat of his tongue licks purposefully, and I breathe even harder.

“So good, baby,” Kenneth murmurs against my ass. “You taste so good.”

I groan when he points his tongue and flutters it against me, then sucks on my hole. He’s practically making out with my asshole, making obscene sounds as if he’s the one getting tongue fucked instead of the other way around. It makes my body go hot, makes me whimper and moan. The thought of him enjoying this is almost better than him eating me out. Almost. Because his tongue is working some magic on me, and when he presses the tip of it into my opening, I relax. His tongue. Fuck. His tongue is inside of me.

“F-fuck, baby,” I moan, gasping for air. His hand slides between my legs, and he grabs my cock, squeezing it almost painfully. “Ohhhh, oh, please, Kenny. Make me c-come.”

Kenneth mumbles the word no against me, then continues thrusting his tongue in and out of me. My hips rock without my permission, and suddenly I’m pressing my ass against his face harder, spreading my cheeks wider. I need him inside me. Viscerally. Now. Fuckingnow.

“Fuck me, Kenneth,” I growl when the pleasure becomes too much. It feels like I’m dangling on the edge of a precipice, and I just need one more fucking push. I can’t take it anymore. “I need it,” I whine. “I need your cum.”

Ken moans, then lets go of my cock. I hear the cap of the lube being opened, and then he’s pressing slick fingers against me. I make a sound of approval, and he thrusts one in.

“Such a sloppy little hole,” he murmurs. “Is it mine?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “You can do whatever you want to it.”

He withdraws his finger and thrusts two in, going deep and curling them. My entire body jerks like I’ve been zapped, and a loud moan tears from my throat. It’s been a long time since I’ve been acquainted with my prostate, and I definitely forgot how good it feels. There’s nothing else like it. No pleasure compares.

“Y-yes,” I pant, my fingers curling into the bedsheets. “More.”

“You want a third one?” Ken murmurs, brushing his lips over my ass, kissing and licking and nipping while curling his fingers. I forget what he’s even asked after three more thrusts, and my head spins. “Connie?”

“Oh, god,” I gasp. “W-what was the question?”

“One more finger?”

“Yes.” I nod. “Yes, and then you fuck me.”

Kenneth inserts one more finger slowly, then scissors them, stretching me open. He’s taking his time, being methodical, so he doesn’t hurt me. I don’t usually bottom, so I’m grateful for it. His staying away from my prostate also gives me time to calm down and not bust too quickly. I want this to last. I want him to take his time with me. I need him to enjoy it. And I need to remember this.

Finally, he withdraws his fingers and opens the bottle of lube again. I look over my shoulder to watch him coat his length with it, stroking it twice before tossing the bottle aside and lining himself up. The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and I press my cheek against the mattress and close my eyes, focusing on evening my breaths. My heart is pounding so hard that I can barely hear myself think.

“Are you ready, baby?” Kenny whispers.

“I’m ready,” I reply, twisting the sheets in my grip. “Do it.”

I close my eyes as he pushes in ever so gently, gripping my hip tightly. He exhales so loudly I hear it over the sound of the blood rushing in my ears, and he pushes in a little more. He breakspast the tight ring of muscle, making me tense, and I whimper. He stops immediately.

“Breathe for me, Conrad,” Ken says, rubbing a hand up and down my spine gently. “I need you to relax for me so I don’t hurt you.”

I nod quickly, breathing deeply over and over again. “Okay. Okay.” Relaxing my body is more difficult than I anticipated, but the soothing motion of his hand eventually has my body going slack. “You can keep going.”

Kenneth squeezes my hip briefly but doesn’t reply, then pushes in a little more. And more. And even further. Until he’s seated all the way inside me, and the pressure makes me feel like my body is going to seize. I gasp when he pulls back slightly, then pushes back in, readjusting himself. When I take a look over my shoulder, his nostrils are flaring, and his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth as he holds himself very still for me.

“Move, Ken,” I say through gritted teeth. “I need you to fuck me.”

Kenneth nods, his eyes dipping to where we’re connected, and his cheeks flush a bright shade of red. Fuck, he looks so pretty like this. And mine. All fucking mine. Both of his hands grip my hips now as he thrusts into me a little more forcefully, jostling me on the bed. I arch my back further, and he hums.

“That’s it,” Kenneth breathes. “So fucking pretty for me. I’m about to make you feel so fucking good, Conrad.”

He shifts slightly, angling his hips differently, and suddenly he’s hitting my prostate spot on. It makes my entire body jerk with the contact, and we both groan. My ass is clamping down on his cock, and my jaw drops as the pleasure hits me. My moans get louder the longer he fucks me, and it feels like I’m going to come any second now. I might even do it hands-free if he doesn’t let up.

Fuck.

But then he’s gone. I whimper at the loss of his cock inside of me, but before I can protest, he’s flipping me onto my back. I raise my legs towards my chest, and he lowers himself over my body, thrusting back in. Before he starts to fuck me again, he rearranges my legs until they’re over his shoulders, and when he pushes back in again, he’s fucking me at just the right angle.

“Oh, f-fuck, Kenny,” I moan. “I’m not gonna last long if you keep fucking me like this.”