"Someone's gonna see," you whisper with worry, trying to peek over his broad shoulder to look around the neighborhood.
"Let them," he grumbles into your ear, hiking your leg up higher on his waist so he can stuff a third finger inside you. He smirks when you mewl at the stretch. "You like that? You like being filled up?"
"Uh-huh," you whine, high and needy. He hums against your cheek, pressing a kiss there.
"I could fill you up so well, Y/N, hit every spot you like inside you. I could make you feel so good."
You moan his name when he curls his fingers, his palm rubbing against your clit as he thrusts the digits inside of you. You can feel yourself leaking down your thigh.
"I could make you cum as much as you want, could go all night if you wanted. I'd do anything to make you feel good."
"Please," you whisper harshly, digging your nails into his shoulders. "I'm so close."
"Let me give you what you need, darling."
He keeps his pace and technique, hitting the same spot inside you that makes your toes curl. Other guys would've sped up or fucked something up, but your boyfriend is consistent, just what you needed.
God, you should've done this sooner. The orgasm creeping up on you is going to be big. You vaguely pray that his dick could make you feel just as good as you topple over the edge, tucking your face into his shoulder to muffle your moans.
He guides you through it, massaging your cunt as you flutter down. He pulls out his fingers and begins sucking them clean, moaning low.
God, you need him. You need him so badly. You'll even fuck him on your porch, you don't care anymore. You just need his cock buried deep inside you, thrusting wildly and meticulously until you're braindead.
When you go to palm his cock, he grabs your wrist. You pout as he brings your hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it, then leaning forward to press a tender kiss to your temple. He lets you go and turns away, stepping down off your porch.
"Sorry, dear," he says, looking back at you. "I promise to think about you when I masturbate later."
