Page 68 of Inferno
I nod frantically.
Kissing me quickly, he pulls back, shuffling down the bed until he positions himself between my thighs. Dipping his head, he swallows my dick whole, and I’m done. I explode into his mouth, hot cum pouring from my cock like I haven’t come in years instead of minutes.
I brace for Anders to react, but he doesn’t pull back as he easily swallows all of my cum, cocooning my dick with the heat of his mouth. When I finally stop coming, he sucks me clean, swirling his tongue around the head one last time before he retreats, pulling off my cock with a satisfying pop sound.
“You taste fucking delicious, Kitten,” he praises. “Now let’s get you cleaned up before bed.”
Scooping me off the mattress, he carries me into the bathroom like I’m weightless, then he washes me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever owned.
I sleep wrapped in his arms, surrounded by his warmth, weight, and safety. Then I’m woken by the feeling of my ass cheeks being parted, and a wet, slick finger probing my hole.
“This pucker is nice and tight again, Kitten,” he says, circling my hole with the tip of his finger. “How sore are you?”
I take a moment to assess my body. There’s a lingering soreness in the skin where he’s touching, but there’s no pain, just a sense of having been used and stretched. “I’m okay,” I croak, my voice still full of sleep.
“I didn’t ask if you were okay, I asked how sore you are,” he growls impatiently.
“Maybe a little, but there’s no pain,” I tell him, wanting to answer him fully.
“Good boy,” he praises, and his words heat me from the inside.
“Are you going to fuck me?” I ask, feeling shockingly brave.
“No, not this morning.”
“Tonight?” I question eagerly.
“Would you like that?” he asks, his voice full of teasing.
“Yes.”
“Get onto all fours, let me see how red and puffy your little hole is,” he orders, even though his tone is still playful.
We’re both naked, but I freeze, unsure about putting myself on display like that, even though his cock was in me last night.
“Are you feeling shy? You shouldn’t be, I’ve touched every inch of you. I’ve had my fingers and cock in that tight little ass of yours. There’s nothing about you that I won’t have access to, so get onto all fours so I can see how sore your hole is.”
It feels awkward as I slowly position myself on my knees, my weight resting on my hands, my head hanging down, my eyes staring at the sheets below.
Looking between my legs, I feel the bed move and see him kneel behind me as his fingers part my cheeks wide, putting me on display for his perusal.
I’m not sure what I’m expecting him to do, but when wetness lands on my hole, I jerk, almost falling forward. Before I can steady myself, something hot and wet laps at me, and I squeak. It takes me longer than it should to realize it’s his tongue. His tongue is licking and probing at my hole, making my legs go weak, and feral, animalistic sounds fall from my lips.
The onslaught of pleasure ends far too soon, and cool air replaces his hot saliva as Anders pulls back, the fingers that were holding my ass open to him retreating until he’s holding my hips to steady me.
“Your hole is a little swollen, but nothing to worry about,” he says matter-of-factly, swatting me gently on the butt as he rolls off the bed to stand beside my head, holding out his hand for me to take.
“Come on, you need to get to work.”
Mouth agape, I glare at him, my dick once again rock-hard and ready for release. “Anders, please,” I say, unashamedly begging for him to fuck me, or make me come, or do something to release the pressure that seems to be at a constant boil whenever I’m near him.
“Oh, Kitten, you don’t get to come again until I’m inside of you, so I suggest you tell your needy little cock to calm down, or you’re going to have a thoroughly miserable day at work.”
“Then make me come,” I whine, unsure where this demanding version of myself has come from.
Reaching out, Anders wraps his hand around my hardness, gripping me just a shade too tightly. “Who does this cock belong to?” he demands.
I want to yell that it’s mine and that I need to come, but I know that’s not what he wants to hear. “You. It’s yours,” I whisper.
