Page 39 of Strawberry Cake

“Does it hurt?”

He shook his head, covering her hand with his. His woman needed no guidance, but he needed the distraction.

“Good, baby. Show me what you need. Just like that.”

Then the sensation was gone, only to return more intensely.

“You’re taking it so well,” she praised. And Decan just melted for it. “Let’s try a little more. You can do it.”

As the pressure intensified, he had trouble ignoring it. The stretch was heightened, a delicious burn spreading through him. Cold met his skin where more lube drizzled over his crease. That time, he clenched around the plug.

“Too much?”

“I can take it. It’s just different.”

“I know. Take your time. You’ll feel so good once you’re nicely stretched.”

He never thought he even wanted to hear those words. But he wanted to do well for her. He wanted to trust her and feel what she had enjoyed so much herself. Hope swiped away a drop of precum, and he relaxed.

“Oh baby,” she drawled. “You look so gorgeous taking what I give you.”

Fuck.His insides turned to lava again. She thought he was gorgeous, and he loved it. He wanted to hear that all day long.

Hope worked the plug into him a little faster. With each pump, he could feel the thickness increase and his hole stretching more and more. He wasn’t sure how long it was before it stopped, but when the plug vanished again, he caught Hope adding lube to the pink vibrator. He let out a long groan, the thought of her fucking him with it making him quiver.

The wide head of the vibrator lined up with his hole, and the stretch was much more sudden than the plugs. The width wasn’t gradual, stretching him in one wide swoop. He fucked into Hope’s hand, rocking onto the toy being shoved deeper into his ass. She pumped him again, slowly giving him inch by glorious inch. Without warning, his balls tightened and his insides turned—in the best possible way.

“Oh fuck,” he cried, the toy hitting a spot inside him that had him seeing stars. “Don’t stop.”

“You did it, baby,” she cooed. “Good, isn’t it?”

Before he could answer, the toy shifted again and he only groaned, his prostate being stimulated beyond words.

“You’re dripping,” she hummed. Only when he forced his eyes open to look down at his cock, did he see she was right. His cock leaked like a faucet, Hope’s thumb collecting the clear liquid.

“Please,” he begged but he wasn’t sure if he wanted her to slow down so he could savour the feeling, or if he wanted to befucked into the next millennium.

“You look so beautiful,” she praised, speeding up with both hands. “I just love watching you fall apart.”

His heart was exploding in his chest as she thrust into him, his insides gooey and his mind fucking high on whatever it was that she was doing to him.

“So gorgeous, taking this toy so beautifully.”

“Oh fuck!” He was combusting, having no idea what was happening to him. Sparks danced across his skin, his insides lighting up like fireworks.

“Come for me.” Her strokes became rougher, the vibrator relentlessly pegging him. “Just let yourself fall, baby.”

Shit,he wanted that too.

“I’m here to catch you.”

That was his last straw. He fucking exploded. Her hand slipped over his cockhead, catching his cum in her palm and fucking him rougher to milk more right out of him. He felt as if his soul left his body. His vision whited out, blood rushing through his veins so violently that he could hear it in his ears. When he came back to himself, Hope was spoiling him with kisses and slowly pulling the toy out. He felt… empty.

“You did so well, Decan.”

Fuck! He felt like passing out.

“You’re shivering, baby.” Then she draped something over him. “Let me get you a shirt.”