Page 50 of It’s Only Love

“Can’t wait to tap this ass.” His breath tickles my sensitive armpit, and I shiver, the idea of Dennis owning me like that so fucking sexy.

“You like that, huh? The idea of me splitting you right open, Mike?” His voice is muffled against my skin as his fingers dip into my crease and trail toward my hole.

“Right here, huh, baby? You want me right here?” He prods at my pucker, and I think I scream against his neck.

“I fucking want it. Please, Den.” I protest when his finger disappears and sigh with relief when it comes back, wet and coated in his spit.

“Relax for me, babe.” He circles my hole, teasing it open with his touch.

His face is now back against my chest, and he bites my nipple at the same moment as he slides his finger inside me.

I thrust harder into his fist, fucking into him, as he works me open, adding a second finger when he feels me relax around him.

“Fuck, you feel good, babe. Can’t wait for that hole to swallow my cock. It’s gonna feel so hot and tight, isn’t it?” I grunt against him, clenching around his fingers. “Isn’t it?” he repeats, biting harder around my nipple.

“ Ahhh . Yes. It will. It will, Den. Now. I need you now.” I’m a rambling, shaking mess as I move on top of him .

“Not yet,” he grits, and I nearly lose my mind. What the fuck does he mean, ‘ not yet ?’ I’m fucking dying here. He pushes deeper inside me, twisting and scissoring his fingers. When he curls them, he hits something that sends me flying high, fire shooting up my spine.

“What the fuck was that?!” I shout. I think he broke something in my ass because it feels like I’m going to pass out.

He laughs against my chest. “Say hello to your prostate, babe.” He taps it again and again, his touch almost too much and yet not enough.

“Oh my fucking God. Oh my God, Den. Shit. That’s… That’s…”

I can feel his smile against my skin. “Can’t believe I’m the first and only one who gets to fuck this hole.

” He eases his fingers from my ass, and I feel like crying, the emptiness almost unbearable.

Then he flips me over onto my stomach. I turn my head, taking him in over my shoulder.

He’s grinning above me, his lips puffy and bruised from kissing.

His bangs fall into his eyes, a few sweaty strands clinging to his forehead.

“I love you, Mike. I’ll take such good care of you.

” There’s an ambiguity to his words, and I think we both realize it at the same time, because his gaze grows tender, and he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth.

I nod, swallowing around the lump in my throat.

I want that. To be taken care of. I think I need it.

He sits back on his haunches, and I pull the pillow toward me, resting my head on it.

His warm hands rest on my hips. “Lift your ass, babe.” I push up on my knees, my thighs shaking, but he’s right there, stroking my back up and down, as he leans over me and alternates featherlight kisses between my ass cheeks.

“I can smell how much you want me, Mike. It’s such a fucking turn-on.

You’re dying for it, aren’t you?” I nod furiously into the pillow, my cock leaking, the precum dripping onto the sheets.

“I am. Please. I need you inside me. ”

“I know, babe, but I’ve gotta get you good and ready first. Fuck, I’m gonna make this so good for you.”

I groan, fisting the pillow tighter. “Ugh. I’m fucking ready no—” the most pitiful, needy sound ever leaves my throat as something wet and soft glides along my crease, then circles my hole.

“Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit. Is that your…? Is that?” I push my hips toward him, my hole clenching.

Then something pointed dips into my hole, prodding it open.

“Den, please,” I whimper. I fucking whimper, but the image of his tongue in my ass, because there’s no doubt that this is his tongue, is so goddamn obscene and hot.

I reach for my cock and start stroking it slowly as Dennis’ tongue dips in and out of my hole in short, torturous stabs.

“Shit, you taste like fucking heaven.” He feeds me his tongue and his delicious words as an unparalleled heat builds inside me, threatening to burst my chest wide open. “I can’t get enough of your ass.”

“Please, baby.” I push my ass against his face, uncaring of how fucking needy that makes me look. He sucks my pucker into his mouth like it’s one of those fucking Fireballs of his, and I see goddamn stars.

“ Mmmhhh ,” he hums, licking into my hole, circling his tongue. It’s so dirty and delicious and everything I never knew I needed.

He replaces his tongue with his fingers, then reaches toward the nightstand and grabs the lube.

My head spins as I register the click of the lid opening and the sound of Dennis slathering his cock with lube.

Then, his fingers disappear from my hole, until they return, slick and cool.

I wince, then chase his touch as he readies my hole, covering it with the cool liquid.

He squeezes my ass gently, then covers me with his warm body.

He slides his cock back and forth along my crease, circling my hole, until I feel the pressure of something blunt pushing against me.

I instinctively clench, the sensation so unfamiliar and a little frightening.

This feels massive, Dennis taking my body like this.

But just like always, he seems to know what I need.

“Breathe, Mike.” His words are hot against my neck, fingers trailing through my hair.

“Just breathe, babe. I’ve got you.” He pushes forward, and it’s like something pushes a button inside me simultaneously.

Tears sting my eyes. I love him so much.

I’ve wanted this, craved this, for so long—this connection.

I’ve got you. His promise echoes in my chest, guarding my heart, as he breaches me, sliding inside me carefully.

He moans against my neck, a string of curses bursting from his lips.

He’s so careful with me, his body sweaty and shaky against mine.

Once he fills me completely, he gives me time to adjust to the stretch and the unfamiliar sensation of having him inside me.

I clench around his length, but there’s no pain, only this overwhelming feeling of being full and whole.

“You good?” His voice shakes.

I nod, tears trailing down my cheeks. He presses a kiss between my shoulder blades, his lips lingering.

“I love you so much, Mike.” His voice comes out strained, and something wet hits my skin.

Fuck, I think he’s crying, too. “I will always take care of you. I promise.” I nod again, no words necessary.

He massages my ass, kneading my flesh, and I recognize it, the truth in his words and the moment that the last remnants of heaviness lift from my chest. I’m free.

Free from the past and from anything that may or may not come in the future. Dennis’ love has set me free.

He laughs then. “Please tell me I can move now, babe.”

I sniffle, laughing too, and he winces when my hole squeezes around him. “Yeah, you can move now.”