Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
“The gift. I like that,” I say, gently caressing his sore-looking rim.
I go in gentle at first, using just two fingers, and they glide in without even a hint of resistance. He’s so warm, and so fucking slippery in there. Gorgeous.
“More,” he says, and I add a third, twisting. He’s so wet.
I fuck him with three fingers, and the cum squelches. I love how dirty it feels. I dare with four, and he shifts on his knees, spreading them further.
“Yes,” he says. “That’s it. Go deeper, baby, don’t hold back.”
I push all four in harder until I’m knuckle deep, and the puckered hole of his ass is stunning as it stretches. The cum squelches. Amazing lube. I twist and push, twist and push, and he pushes back at me, urging me on.
“Hold your thumb tight against your fingers,” he tells me. “Pull all the way out, before going all the way in.”
Oh fuck, I’m so nervous. I want to get it right.
His ass is drooling cum when I pull out of him, and I get a sight of the sore pink inside. I wonder how hard those guys pounded him. I wonder what noises he made. The groans as they opened him up.
It spurs me on, and I shape my hand the way he instructed. I press my thumb against my fingers, in a funnel shape, and I return to his asshole with determination. His clients got in there, and so will I. I want to feel all the cum inside him.
I ease my way in, and this time when I get to the knuckles, the tip of my thumb joins my fingers. Oh, yes. My clit is on another level with its flutters, and I fight the urge to sit on my heel.
No. Josh said no. No playing with myself.
I push into him some more, gentle nudges back and forth, loving how his ass opens up, blooming wider like some perverse flower. The knuckle of my thumb reaches the entrance of his hole, and he groans.
“I’m so fucking used up tonight. You ought to have seen the way they rammed their fists in. You should have seen them, having so much dirty fun. Do it, Ells. I can take it.”
His filthy words drive me on. I push deeper, no longer giving a shit for how gentle I can make it.
“Yes!” he says as I shunt my hand forward. “That’s it, baby, that’s it. My ass will swallow your hand, just keep pushing, force your way in.”
It’s so much different than I imagined when I place a hand on his back to hold him steady and finally push my hand all the way in. He curses as he takes it, but pushes back to accommodate, and I watch my hand disappear inside him, his pink ass tight around my wrist.
Holy fuck. My whole hand is in his Josh’s ass.
There is so much wet heat. So much thick creamy cum lubing him up.
He lowers himself down from all fours, his ass still up in the air, and uses his hand around his dick, teasing his cock. “Take your hand out, slowly,” he says.
“All the way?” I ask.
“Yes, all the way, slowly, savour the feel of it. It’s going to be fucking messy, baby,” he says, but I’m ready for it. I want it.
Holly is right at the front of my psyche as I slowly ease my hand free and watch his ass open wide. My hand is caked, drenched with other men’s cum. My God.
“Now straight back in,” he says, “gently at first till we find the rhythm.”
My heart is pounding and my hand is shaking as I slide it back in and his sore red hole clamps around my wrist. I hold still, transfixed by the filthy beauty of it. And the scent of it, just like Tiff said, a strange mix of raw, meaty filth that makes my head spin.
“Move it, baby,” he says, “find the rhythm.”
I do as I’m told, gentle nudges back and forth and his asshole squelches around me.
“Like that,” he says, still working his cock and pushing back against me. “That’s it, faster.”
I feel him relax and then I truly get to experience it. The full-on filth of Weston the hardcorer, pushing back against my hand as I fist him. His balls and thighs are covered with thick, dirty cream, and it’s dribbling down over his fingers as he works his cock faster. My pussy is dribbling, too. This is the horniest, filthiest thing I’ve ever seen or done.
“Fucking hell, Josh,” I say as he thumps back onto my fist and I go deeper than ever.
Josh says nothing, just pushes against me and I jerk back when I feel resistance.
“Don’t hold back,” Josh says and I resume, trying to be careful, but my filthy boyfriend doesn’t seem to care, working his ass on my first like it’s nothing, and working his veiny cock with a fierce grip.