Page 71 of Naughty November

“You’ve got me,” he growled, his fingers pushing even deeper and forcing a shocked cry out of me. “All of me. This tight ass. This soft skin. These pretty little cries you make when I give you what you need. Are you going to come for me like this, or do I need to give you more?”

“More?”

My head was spinning, my dick aching as it pressed against the bars of my cage and a deep, desperate need building inside me for something I couldn’t even name.

He drove his fingers into me again, and yes! That... That was it.

But it wasn’t enough.

“More,” I panted, trusting him to follow through even though I wasn’t sure I could take another finger. “More, please. I need you. Need this. Need?—”

“My cock,” he growled, pulling his fingers out and leaving me gasping again. “I want to fuck you, princess. Make you come while I’m buried so deeply inside you that you won’t ever remember what it feels like to be without me.”

“Please.” It was a sob this time, a plea, a prayer, because it sounded too good to be true.

And like everything I wanted, too.

SEVEN

FLETCHER

I didn’t bother to do more than unzip and pull myself out, too damn eager to follow through even though it would have been heaven to feel all his flushed, silky skin covered in that soft satin against me.

Next time. Because there’s no way I could stand to not have a next time with him after he’d given himself over to me so beautifully.

I pulled the panties down to his thighs, taking a moment to enjoy the erotic sight of them stretched out between his legs just under his plump little ass cheeks, then rolled a condom on, thankful I still carried one even though it had been a while since I’d had any use for it.

But that wasn’t the only luck I’d been blessed with today.

The fact that I was about to sink my cock into Holden Sinclair’s sinfully sweet little hole would have been enough all on its own to have me thanking whatever deity had sent him to me today, but the way he was currently bent over in front of me, offering it up framed by lace and silk?

That was a gift I knew I would treasure forever.

“You really are perfect, baby,” I murmured, stroking my fingers over his slick hole.

He trembled, his breath coming out as rapid, panting little whimpers. “Fletch, please.”

“Begging for my cock already, pretty princess?”

“Yes. Yes,please. I need...” He let out a strangled moan, his whole body shuddering as his hips rocked back, seeking more than my fingers were currently giving him. “I need what you said. I feel too empty like this. Please,pleaseput it in. I can’t... It’s so... I just... I…”

I grinned as his panting desperation faded off into a frustrated whine, my cheeks aching as the smile stretched wide.

I’d always had a soft spot for Holden, and introducing him to his prostate had already been the hottest sexual experience of my life. But seeing the sweet little thing frantic and needy like this? It did things to me that went way beyond my throbbing cock and how desperate it was for a taste of that tight, silky heat I’d just had my fingers buried in.

“Shhhh, baby,” I soothed him when he whined again, pushing his ass back. “You’re being so good for me. No need to beg. I promised to make you come, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. But this is still your first time taking a cock, so we’re going to take it a little slow.”

As responsive as he’d been when I had three fingers inside him, fucking himself back on them with that low, keening cry that had turned my dick to pure steel, I had no doubt he was going to love the real thing even more.

But it was still going to burn a little, and as hard as I wanted to pound into his perfect little hole, there was no way I was going to do that this time.

I didn’t plan on lettinganythinghurt Holden. Not me. Not my cock. Not now. Not fucking ever, if he gave me the chance.

“Fletch,” he moaned, wiggling underneath me with that slick, shiny little hole of his winking up at me like it was begging, too. “I feel like I’m going to explode. Or combust. I... oh, God. I’ve... I’ve never felt this way before.”

Of course he hadn’t. There was nothing like a prostate orgasm, and as pent-up as he must be after being in that cage?—

But then he twisted his upper body enough to look back over his shoulder at me, and I realized that it was true, but that wasn’t what he’d meant at all.