you to fuck me, Anderson,” I told him, and after a few more thrusts with three, he added the last finger and I wanted to cry. It certainly wasn’t comfortable, but I also knew that four fingers weren’t enough to prepare me for Anderson’s thick cock.
“We can stop if you need to.” Anderson continued to slowly move his fingers in and out of me, twisting them a bit when he was pushed inside.
“No. I’m good. Just go slow, but I’m ready for your cock.”
“No, you’re not.” The fingers stopped, and I growled in frustration. That wasn’t what I wanted.
“I am. I thought you brought me here to fuck me?” I asked as I pushed up with my arms and threw a glare over my shoulder.
“I did, but I also promised you a night of pleasure. I don’t remember ever once mentioning pain. If that’s what you want, you’re in the wrong house.”
“No. I want you. Please? Just go slow. Very slow. I have dildos that are about your size,” I told him. It wasn’t exactly a lie. I did. I had a very nice seven incher that was often a favorite of mine. The fact that it wasn’t nearly as thick as Anderson was beside the point.
I sighed in relief when he nodded and reached for the foil wrapper that was on the side of the bed. When did that get there? No matter, I was relieved that things were finally moving in the right direction.
After Anderson was suited up and had applied a very liberal amount of lube to his cock, he lined up and started to slowly push inside me. I took a deep breath and exhaled the same time I gently pushed outward, but my breath was stolen from me when the wide head of his cock popped through the opening.
“Easy.” Anderson’s grip on my hips was brutal, and I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow morning, but I didn’t care. If he thought I was going to move, he was mistaken. I panted, waiting for my body to relax, but it wasn’t happy with me at the moment. “Breathe, Dax.”
I nodded and took several breaths, hoping it helped. It did, somewhat, and after several minutes I felt Anderson’s hips against my ass. Fuck! When had he started pushing in?
“Fuck. You took it all. I might need to keep you,” Anderson said as he ran warm hands up and down my sweaty back. When he leaned over my back, he pushed me down onto the bed, and we both moaned when he pressed in a little deeper. I wouldn’t have thought that was possible. “Let me know when you’re ready for me to move.”
“I’m ready. Just go slow.”
“I’d never intentionally hurt you,” Anderson said as he started trailing kisses down my neck and back. When he pulled out and slowly pushed back in, I saw stars.
“Fuck, Anderson! Oh fuck!” I shouted into the bed below me.
“Still good?” Anderson said as he froze above me. I nodded and quickly found myself whimpering as he pushed in and out of my body. Never before had I felt so full, and I wanted nothing more than to come.
“Anderson. So close,” I warned, and when he yanked on my hips, I grunted as my legs found their way under me and Anderson wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled me upright.
“Then come for me. Let me see you fall apart on my cock,” Anderson said as he pistoned his hips faster, and that was all it took before I shot in front of us and shouted his name again.
“Yesss,” Anderson hissed into my neck as I screamed through my orgasm, the first I’d ever had without touching my cock. Fuck, who was this guy?
He continued to move in and out of my body, my nerves on overload, and all I could do was lean back into him and trust that he would hold me up.
Anderson’s hand reached around my body and wrapped around my sensitive cock, and I jerked from the sensation, but that didn’t stop his slow stroking that he matched with his own movement. Several minutes later when I came a second time, I groaned out Anderson’s name into the room.
“Anderson…fuck.”
“That’s it,” I heard him grunt out before he bit into my shoulder, and then he too was coming. Fuck did he ever have stamina. I fell forward, completely wiped out, and the fact that I landed in the wet spot from my two orgasms didn’t even faze me.