Joke’s on You by Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,65

just that big.

I licked my dry lips and peeled open my eyes, staring at the blue fabric that wrapped the pillow I was lying on.

He pulled his cock out, only to push it right back inside, thoroughly fucking me with smooth, even, hard thrusts.

Then his finger was back, pushing into my ass as if he’d done it a hundred times before.

I groaned at the slight burn that I felt this time.

I wasn’t sure if it was due to the fact that his cock was also in my pussy, or if he’d used a bigger finger.

I was too afraid to ask.

If he’d used a bigger finger, that meant that the more he put in there, the worse it would feel.

But that sudden edge of discomfort only lasted a small amount of time, then it was gone, and in its place was a sense of fullness. Of complete and utter weirdness.

Oh, and greatness.

There was that, too.

He wasn’t even moving his cock now, and it was only when he said, “I can feel my fingers inside of you,” that I realized what he was doing.

Feeling his cock—massaging it even—through the thin layer of tissue that separated my ass from my pussy.

“Feel okay?” he asked curiously.

His voice sounded strained, as if it was taking an insane amount of control to take things slow.

“Yessss,” I hissed. “Oh, yes.”

“Good?” He paused all motion inside of me.

I moaned into the pillow, then pushed back against him in answer.

Move or I’ll make you move, my body said.

He pulled his finger out of me and I cried out, determined to get him back, but before I could complain verbally other than my cry of protest, he had his finger back, along with one more.

I gasped, freezing in place, unsure about that sensation.

It was overwhelming, and just when I thought it might be too much, he started to pull his cock out of me, only to sink it all the way back inside. My attention at the fullness wavered, momentarily focusing on how good it felt to have him so deep inside of me.

He played this game for a while, filling me full, distracting me, only to stretch his fingers out.

He started with two fingers, then moved to three, slowly accommodating my entrance to his stretching fingers, until suddenly I sensed a nervous sort of anticipation start to hum through him.

He pulled out of me completely, once again coating himself in the lubrication that I would most definitely be buying more of.

Then he lined his cock up with my back entrance and pushed slowly against it.

I gasped and instinctively tightened my muscles, nervous and worried, but he started to laugh.

“Push out,” he ordered.

I thought that was a marvelous idea, because holy hell I had a feeling that I would regret this, and honestly was on the verge of telling him to stop. That we needed more practice before we went that far.

But by me pushing out, things changed down there.

Instead of holding him off, it seemed to open me up.

I gasped when the tip of his cock breached my entrance.

It hurt.

Oh, boy did it hurt.

But just as suddenly as the pain was there, it was gone.

I moaned at the fullness, breath hitching in my throat, as I froze.

He growled low and deeply, his hands latching onto the meat of my ass and squeezing as he tried to get himself under control.

I panted.

“What does it feel like for you?” I asked between breaths.

His hands loosened, but only enough that he wasn’t digging his short fingernails into my flesh.

The view was probably pretty epic.

I wished I could see what it looked like.

I’d have to settle for looking at his face over my shoulder.

His eyes were closed, and the muscles on his neck and shoulders were bunched, as if he was trying very, very hard not to plunge all the way inside of me and scar me for life.

Seeing the look on his face, it gave me the courage to inch back on his cock a bit, taking just a little bit more of him.

His eyes snapped open, and they caught mine.

“Don’t move,” he growled. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I shook my head, unable to help myself now.

I was on the verge of coming.

How the hell had that happened?

I bit my lip and pushed back some more, only to lean forward until just the tip was once again clinging to the ridge of my asshole.

Before he could say anything else, I plunged the rest of the way onto him, crying out in