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It feels that way too. “I-I use a lot of toys,” I mutter, my face hot.
He grins as his finger curls, and ugh, oh my gods. I can’t even think in full sentences anymore. He pulls out, and when he slides back in, it’s with two fingers.
“Oh, yeah? You like your ass filled, baby?”
I’ve never been much for dirty talk, but it’s doing something for me now. “Y-yes.”
“I hope one day you’ll show me those toys. Maybe even let me play with you.”
And there’s another fantasy on my list. It doesn’t fully form, though, because he curls his fingers again and they brush against my prostate. I whine and arch, despite my best efforts. My legs are beginning to shake, and I need him in me.
“Please, I’m stretched enough. I need you.”
Alex growls and his eyes darken. His fingers still inside me while the other hand slaps my ass. I arch again, chasing that sting. I know he’s cataloging my reaction but doesn’t comment on it.
“Normally, I’d keep stretching you just on principle after that cheeky comment. But, I’m fucking desperate to feel you. So today, you’ll get what you want.”
I grin up at him. “Thank you, Alex,” I say in my most innocent voice.
“Mmhmm,” he replies, his tone dry.
He jerks his dick a few times before ripping open the condom and rolling it on.
Alex removes my right hand from behind my leg and guides it to my own cock. Well, he doesn’t have to tell me twice. I don’t jerk it, though. I wait for instructions.
“Keep it there, but no moving.” I groan, but it’s just for show. I’m loving all of this.
He slides his forearm under my now free leg and props it up. With his other hand, he takes his cock and guides it in.
The pressure is intense as he breaches my hole. I love ass play, though I’ve been playing solo for a while, but even my thickest plug isn’t quite as thick as Alex, so it’s a tight squeeze.
Oh gods, though. He feels so good. Once he’s far enough in, he releases himself and grabs my other leg. I allow my hand to fall to the side and just enjoy all of the feelings. Alex tilts my hips up more, changing the angle, and slides all the way home. I moan obscenely.
“Oh, lamb, you like that? Me too. You’re so fucking tight. It’s perfect. This hole really was made for me, wasn’t it?”
I’m starting to believe that maybe it was. I’m just a barrel of sensation under him, and I feel so full.
“Please, Alex. Move. Can you please move?”
“Well, you do beg so sweetly.”
I don’t know why I thought he would start slow, because once I gave him permission to move, it is like a switch flips and all of those more animalistic instincts that scientists are claiming are returning come bursting to the forefront.
He sets a brutal pace, slamming into me roughly. I can’t even deny how much I love it. His eyes are hazed over like he’s somewhere else and moving strictly on instinct. His grip on my thighs is so tight, I know it’s going to leave bruises. I reach my free hand out and grip his neck, my nails biting into his skin. Alex hisses, bends over me, and claims my mouth like it’s his. His body is pressed completely against me, and my back is dragging up and down the smooth surface of the desk. His pace doesn’t slow, but the new angle is pegging my prostate brutally, and I’m going to lose control soon.
I squeeze my dick a little too hard, trying to stave off the orgasm threatening to build. “Can I jerk off?” I ask when he frees my mouth to breathe.
“Not yet,” he growls and sucks on my collarbone. I know he’s going to leave a mark, but it’s below my shirt, so I don’t care. I want him to claim me. I just wish I were able to reach him to make my own marks. But, I’m totally helpless to his will right now. And honestly, that’s perfect too.
“Hold on just a while longer, baby,” he gasps out, and I love that he’s as affected as I am. Even if he’s torturing me.
Alex slaps my ass again, this time slightly harder, and I gasp. “I knew you were enjoying that before.”
I can’t speak, so I just nod. I need more, but the words won’t escape. Thankfully, he seems to know, and he slaps my other cheek.
His rhythm slows, and I think he’s trying to keep himself from spilling too soon. He looks at my ass with a possessive grin. “Your ass is perfect, but it’s even better with my handprint on it.”
I try to push up to see, but it’s impossible. Since my skin is darker, I don’t get red easily, so I’m curious if his handprint is actually there. He slaps me again, harder than last time.
