“Be still,” he commanded, and he yanked his fingers out of me without finesse. I was so turned on, even the burn of that had me panting.
He gave his hand a cursory wipe on the top sheet, then felt around until he found the condom. He showed it to me before he ripped open the packet. I closed my eyes as he lowered his hand to roll it on.
I hadn’t spent time worshiping his cock tonight, but I remembered clearly what it looked, felt, and tasted like. He wasn’t overly long, but he was thick—more than a mouthful. And I remembered the feel of him in my ass, stretching me, making me pant and writhe. I braced myself as the blunt head touched my hole and he nudged forward. My body yielded, but not enough.
“Breathe,” he ordered. He took hold of my shoulders, angled his hips, and shoved his way inside.
I pressed my face into the pillow and screamed.