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“Please.” I’m yours. I’m yours forever. Take me, please.
Our eyes hold as he presses two of his fingers to my lips. I suck them in, swirling my tongue all over both, soaking them and covering them in my spit.
He slides his fingers down to my ass. They circle my hole before one pushes in.
My mouth drops open on a silent cry.
He kisses me hard, and then vanishes, drawing away so fast I’m left clutching empty air. I gasp and lurch toward the place where he used to be, watching him as he darts into my bathroom—
Clattering on the counter. Bottles knocking over.
Realization hits me. He’s done this before. Not with a man, but he knows, at least, the mechanics of what we’re about to do.
He’s back a moment later, clutching the closest thing I have here to lube: a hotel bottle of lotion. He tosses it to the mattress and takes me into his arms as if he’s been gone for years and not a handful of seconds. We roll, arms around each other, my legs tight around his waist, until I’m on top. Straddling his belly, with his cock leaking precome against my ass cheek.
He takes my hand in his and kisses my fingers. The top of the lotion pops open behind me, loud as a gunshot. I fall forward, my arms caging Reese this time. We kiss, oh-so-slowly, as he presses a slick finger to my hole again.
“Is this okay?”
I nod. My lips drag over his.
One finger, circling inside me.
I moan. Arch my back. Rock into his touch.
Two fingers, opening me.
I fuck myself onto him. Feel his thumb play on the edge of my hole.
He spreads my cheeks as I kiss him like a wild animal. Liquid fire rolls through me. Lightning crackles across my nerves.
Three fingers.
I throw my head back and cry out. I’ll come, I’ll come exactly like this. I grab my cock and squeeze, desperate to hold off.
He slathers us in lotion, so much that the wet, slick sounds are obscene as he works his fingers in and out of me and over himself.
“Are you ready?” His voice is darkness and flame. A spark at midnight, igniting a wildfire. Hungry.
I can’t speak. I nod.
He spreads me. My arms are shaking as I hold myself up, both hands on Reese’s chest, pushing my hips back until—
Reese’s cock, hot, hard, and thick, presses against my hole.
He’s panting. He’s staring up at me. He’s staring into me again, like he can read my soul.
I stare back.
White-hot pleasure. Pressure. Pain, of course, because he’s big. I cry out, and Reese stills, his hands grasping my hips so tightly I can feel his fingerprints embedding in my bones.
“Don’t stop.”
“Are you—”
“Don’t stop, Reese.”
He doesn’t. My body takes him in, inch by inch. My fingers clench in the muscles of his chest. Reese is gasping, his legs are shaking, and one hand flies to the sheet, fisting the fabric as he groans my name.
