Page 33 of Erotic Temptations 2

Kane groaned, filthy. “Look at this. Fuck, Elijah, your ass is gorgeous. Bet you’ll take my cock so well. Beg me for it.”

I whimpered, desperate. “Please. Want it. Want you.”

He spit on his fingers, then reached somewhere for a bottle. I heard the lube cap pop, then slick fingers probed at my hole.

Kane was patient. He worked a finger inside, twisting slow, opening me up. The stretch burned, but the lube made it glide. He wriggled deeper, pumping in and out, getting me wetter, hungrier.

His mouth worked its way down my back, peppering kisses along my spine. He nipped my lower back, then tongued along the curve of my ass.

Then he spread me open and licked my hole. My brain nearly shut down.

I moaned, everything in me going molten. Kane rimmed me mercilessly, tongue flicking in and out, wet and blunt, lapping up the lube and spit.

“You’re delicious,” he growled, voice shredded. “Could eat you out all night.”

I couldn’t answer. Every thought dissolved under the sensation of his tongue squirming inside me. I bucked, helpless, hips rutting against the couch.

He went back to his fingers, adding a second, scissoring me open, stretching me. Every time I gasped or whimpered he moaned back, like we were feeding on each other’s noises.

My hole burned and throbbed, but my body wanted more.

I pushed back on his hand, needing him deeper.

He obliged, sliding a third finger in, this time pumping harder. I jerked, sweat prickling everywhere.

“Ready?” he whispered, voice so low I barely heard it.

Wordless, I nodded, burying my face in the throw pillow.

I heard the condom wrapper, the wet sound of him slicking up, rubbing the head of his cock against my hole.

He lined up and pushed in, slow, stretching me inch by inch. The burn made my toes curl, but Kane’s hands soothed me, roaming my back, caressing my hips, grounding me in his touch.

He went slow, careful not to hurt.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, sinking deeper.

I gasped, clutching the edge of the couch. My hole ached, then clenched around him, greedily sucking him in.

Kane rocked, feeding me more cock every thrust until finally his hips slapped my ass and he bottomed out.

He stilled, both of us panting, sweat slick along our spines.

My pulse thundered. His cock throbbed deep inside, stretching me beyond full.

He drew out then slammed back in. The angle shot fireworks behind my eyes. I yelped, but he just groaned, holding my hips steady and fucking me deeper.

“Look at you, Elijah. Taking it like you were made for my dick,” he growled, slamming in again. “So fucking pretty. So hot when you moan.”

I couldn’t stop. Every time he pounded into me I made another broken sound. The friction, the stretch, the pure need. It obliterated everything but the drive to come.

He leaned over my back, bracketing me with his arms, kissing my neck, biting my ear, fucking me slow and deep.

“You feel amazing,” he whispered, voice thick. “So good. I wanna make you come just like this.”

I shoved my ass up, greedy for every thrust. He rewarded me by fucking harder, hips snapping against my ass, each stroke setting me on fire.

His hand slid underneath, found my cock, and started stroking. Rough, but perfect. He matched every thrust with a tight pump of his fist.