Page 29 of Praising Haru

He releases the pressure of his lips on my finger, allowing me to insert three. At the same time, I push a third finger inside his arse. I move my hands, fucking his arse and his mouth in tandem. He sucks and licks my fingers, and fucking hell, it’s divine.

“That’s so good. What you’re doing is amazing. No one’s ever made me feel this good before.”

He sucks harder and thrusts his hips to take my fingers deeper. He whimpers when I pull my fingers out of him. “Didn’t you like it?”

I kiss his forehead. “I loved it, gorgeous. But I want to fuck you with my cock now.”

“Yes, please.”

I run my thumb over his bottom lip. “The question is, which beautiful hole am I going to fill? This one? Or this one?” I press my thumb against his arse.

“Whichever you want, S—” He clamps his lips together.

What was he going to say? I’m too desperate for him to ask. I tear open the condom wrapper and roll the rubber onto my already hard length, making sure it’s snug and secure. I squeeze a large dollop of lube onto the palm of my hand and stroke my cock.

Haru’s eyes are wide. “Do you want me to turn around?”

I frown. “Why would I want you to do that?”

“So you can ride my arse.”

Is that how other guys have taken him? I shake my head. “I want to see your beautiful face while I fuck you.”

His throaty groan goes straight to my cock. I swear my balls get heavier too.

I rest my hands on either side of his head. “Wrap your legs around my waist so I can get nice and deep, gorgeous.”

“Yes, S—” Once again, he bites off whatever he was going to say. He lets go of his legs, unfolds them, and hooks his ankles around my waist, pulling me so close to him that the head of my cock nudges against his hole.

“Fuck. I can’t wait to get inside your hot, tight arse.” Am I going to be able to keep this up once I’m inside him? Normally, most of my brain cells go on strike during sex, and talking is the last thing I can do.

“Fuck me, please,” he whimpers.

I sink inside him slowly. “Damn, your arse feels amazing. So hot. So tight. Fuck, if I’d known you’d feel this good, I’d have come down to London just to sample your pretty arse.” Is that the kind of praise he wants?

He grasps my shoulders and presses his fingertips against my skin. “I wish you had. You’re so big. You’re filling me.”

“Am I rearranging your insides yet?”

He chuckles. “Almost.”

“How do you like it, gorgeous? Slow or hard and fast?”

He licks his lips. “Any way you want to give it to me.”

I wrap my arms around him and hold his slim body against mine. “Everything about you is sexy. Your face. Your body. What you were wearing tonight. Your hot arse. I’m going to fuck you hard because you asked me to rearrange your insides, and I want to make you happy, gorgeous.”

“I want to make you happy too.”

“You are, baby.” I thrust hard. My balls slap against his arse with every furious snap of my hips.

He quivers and moans, gasps and pants as he clings to me.

“Your arse feels amazing. You’re fucking gorgeous. So fucking sexy.” I repeat the same phrases over and over, no longer capable of coming up with new ways to praise him.

It doesn’t seem to matter. He’s as lost as I am. My balls are heavy and aching, desperate to spill their load. My cock is ultra-sensitive. Every squeeze of his arse sends ripples of pleasure through it and into my groin, making me groan. When I’m not repeating myself, I’m kissing him.

“Come, beautiful. I want to see how gorgeous you are covered in cum.”