Page 129 of Striking Range

“There you go,” he continues. “Now take one finger and slowly slip it in.”

It burns, but not nearly as badly as Everett’s does. His fingers are not only longer but thicker than mine. And the inside of me? It’s hot. Far hotter than I ever would have thought or deemed healthy.

“It’s too… Fuck, is it supposed to be this hot inside?” I mutter.

Everett moans quietly as he watches my finger disappear within. “God, that’s so sexy. Are you wet inside? Is it so warm, baby?”

I nod, my body heating up under his gaze and his tone. He’s loving this. The sight of me spread out, readying myself for him, must be getting to his libido in a way I will never understand.

Once my finger is completely seated, I begin to drag it back out, just as he does. It feels… alright. There are no jolts of electricity or any fire in my veins, but I’m certain those normally come from his touch rather than the motion itself.

At his prompting, I add another, hissing through the sting of the pain as I go. I’m full, my wrist bent awkwardly and my chest heaving.

I prefer it when he does this part. Does that make me a pillow princess? Can a guy be a pillow princess?

“Everett,” I nearly whine, working through the ache in my wrist, “this doesn’t feel as good. I like it when you do it.”

“Take a finger out,” he commands, the words leaving him in a rush as he scoots even closer. I pull out my middle finger, easing some of the strain on my wrist. “Good. Now let me in.”

Everett presses a newly lubed finger to my entrance before sliding it in alongside mine. And there we go.

I groan, arching into the feeling as he slides deeper and deeper. “Yes.”

“Shit, Sky. Feel good?” Everett breathes, and I can only cry out as his finger bottoms out. “You need me so bad, huh? You’re squeezing me so fucking hard.”

“More,” I demand, my heart thumping loudly as the feel of him finally inside of me takes over.

“So greedy. And you’re so wet already.” His unoccupied hand lifts to grip my cock, running his thumb over a trailing bead of arousal.

“Evie!”

“Hngh, shit. I know, baby.”

Another finger joins the two already filling me up, and a soft cry leaves me as his digits press into mine, pulling out and plunging back in.

“Do you know where it is?” Everett asks me, lowering himself onto his stomach to get a closer look. “Do you know where that sweet little spot inside of you sits?”

“N-no.”

“Let me show you.” Everett’s eyes are wide and glossy, his hot exhales landing against my hole in an intoxicating assault. “Push in as far as possible. That’s it—now hook your finger right…here.”

My entire body tenses, lighting up from the inside out as pleasure takes hold of my nerves and rocks me. I’m trembling, locked up, barely breathing through the feeling as he rubs and rubs.

I can feel it—the small little nub buried so deep inside.

“Good fucking boy,” Everett groans, his motions becoming rougher by the second. “You’re doing so well.”

“Everett, I… Put your cock in me.”

But he does not respond. Everett lowers his head, and a moment later, something hot and wet begins to massage at where our fingers disappear before slipping in alongside them.

His tongue is in my ass. Everett’s fucking tongue is in my ass!!

I clench instinctively, nearly sobbing as I shout, “Stop! Stop it right now, or I’ll come.” The motion continues, and right as I feel myself about to tip over the edge embarrassingly fast, I shove a palm against the top of his head and push. “I said stop it!”

It was too much, too fast. The pressure against my prostate, the hot slip of his tongue—both were barreling me straight toward an overwhelming finish. I’m convinced that I would have squirted again, and it was demeaning enough last time.

Everett is panting, a trail of spit hanging from his bottom lip as he glares down at me. “Fucking dick. I was enjoying that.”