Page 63 of The Last Person

“This will be worth it. Trust me. And there’s plenty of pleasure in getting you ready. Wrap your hands under your thighs and pull your legs back.” I gently suck his tip after he does it. “Good boy.”

Coating my fingers with lube, I circle them around his hole.

He instantly bears down, begging for me.

I kiss across his thigh. “You’re such a needy little slut.”

“Only for you,” he moans.

Then I have to pause to stroke myself because as much fun as I’m having, this is torture for me too.

I press two fingers against his hole, and this time when he bears down, I slowly push them inside.

“Shit. Fuck. Yes.”

He easily takes both fingers, and I pump them a few times.

“I’m going to add a third finger now, and if I can, I’ll add a fourth.”

“Give me all of them.”

His whining goes straight to my cock. There’s nothing like him pleading for me to give him more.

I add a third and spin my hand around before thrusting again.

“How does that feel?”

“Good. I told you I’m not new at this. I want my ass fucked. Please.”

I lean down again and suck his cock into my mouth, bobbing up and down on it a few times.

“Keep using your manners. Good boys get rewards.”

“I’m a good boy. The goodest boy,” he gasps.

I add one more finger, though I don’t do it for long because even at the same thickness, fingers are less comfortable than a cock or a toy.

When I pull them away, he cries out. “Please. Is it time? I’m ready.”

Holding his legs with one arm, I spread lube all around his hole and push some inside, then cover my length with it too.

“We’re going slow,” I breathe as I push the tip against his opening.

He bears down, and as I slip inside him, I have to repeat those words to myself over and over, because it’s all too much. Too good.

“Is going slow for me or for you?” he grunts.

“Both. You feel too perfect. Warm and tight around my cock. I need this to last so it’s good for you too. Just be patient with me.”

“You’re the only thing worth being patient for.”

I move a little farther in.

“More lube,” he groans.

I hurry to add it, and when I do, my dick slips in farther.

“Better?”