Page 127 of Serpent In White

“God, yes…” I gasp, rutting into the bed to get some friction on my aching balls. “More.”

He removes the finger, and when it pushes back in, there’s another one with it. It burns, but I like it. I like the way it hurts. It’s one of those things that’s wrong but feels so damn right.

His fingers work in and out of me, slowly, building up a deep storm in my loins. Then he adds a third, and I groan, out of mild discomfort that has my cock leaking onto our bed.

“This is only a portion of what my dick will do to you, Darian.” He licks my ear.

“I want it.” My voice is a hoarse plea.

“You’re sure?” He sounds hesitant still, and I know it’s because of what happened to me.

I hate it. I hate that he thinks I’m broken. Damaged.

A tear slips from my eye, and I wipe it away before he can see. “Please. Please, Drake. Fuck me.”

“I will do literally anything for you, do you know that?” He pulls his fingers away and sits back.

I think it’s a rhetorical question, but even if I wanted to respond, he’s distracting me by spreading my ass open, dragging the head of his cock up and down over my hole. Straddling my thighs, he holds me down with his weight while my hands linger. I don’t know what to do with them, one gripping the blankets, the other coming up to brush my nipple. It feels good; we discovered that a few months back.

Drake was sucking on them, and it made me come in my boxers. The memory has my dick flinching hard into the soft comforter.

“Making you happy is like foreplay.” He grips my ass in his hands, holding me open while he nudges the fat tip of his dick up to my entrance. It’s nice and lubricated, but still, he has to shove hard to even attempt getting it in. “Relax for me, baby.”

I’m nervous, and I don’t want to be. It’s all in my head, the thoughts keying me up. I let out a slow breath, attempting to mollify my muscles enough for him to break through. Peering over my shoulder, I see Drake staring down at his cock, biting on his lower lip while he presses inside my asshole.

The head finally slides in, and we both groan. It’s the craziest feeling ever invented, a tight burn that feels bad and good at the same time. The good definitely outweighs the bad, though.

“You okay?” He asks, voice rough and aroused beyond belief. I love the sound. It drives me to shift upward to him.

“I want more, Drake,” I beg.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” He lurches in farther, sliding a couple more inches until my back arches.

“Fucking holy fuck…” I purr, fisting the blankets on both sides of me.

“And you’re so goddamn tight, Darian,” he whimpers, like he’s falling apart already.

I’m sure he is… it’s his first time fucking something other than a fist, or a mouth. I fully expect him to come just as quickly as I’m going to.

“Fuck me deeper,” I rasp. “Please.”

He wastes no time giving me what I need, sinking into me, farther and farther, until he melts over my back, his pelvis resting on my cheeks. When he moves in one spot, my eyes roll back in my head.

“Oh God oh God oh God…” My toes curl.

“Was that it?” He hums by my ear, fingers twisting up in my hair.

“I think so,” I croak, then his hips shift, and he hits it again, sending a bolt of lightning zapping through my loins. “Fuck, yessss. Yes yes yes, that’s it. Fuck, baby, more.”

He pulls back, drawing himself out almost all the way before thrusting back in, deep, so deep his balls are on mine, and it’s a fucking fantastic feeling.

His hips work with me, pumping his length into my ass, slow but fierce, a hand sliding up my torso. He squeezes my nipple between his fingers until I shudder. And then he grips my throat.

“You feel like heaven on earth,” he rumbles, stroking every inch inside me while I lose my damn mind.

My hips grind into the mattress, my cock bereft of attention, though it stands firm, harder than it’s ever been before. I think I could easily come without touching it, a mesmerizing thought.

The sounds of our little bed shifting, mixed with our harsh breaths, greedy grunts and groans bounce off the walls. His movements pick up in pace just a bit, just enough for me to know I’m moments from exploding. And he’ll be following me right over the edge.