steveβs sprawled on his bed, shirtless, jeans unbuttoned, hair a mess from your hands earlier. youβre between his legs, back to his chest.
heβs still floating, eyes half-lidded and red, that lazy dangerous grin on his face that means heβs about to be mean in the best way.
βyouβre so fuckinβ wet already,β he mumbles against your ear, voice low and rough. one handβs on your throat, not squeezing, just holding, thumb stroking slow under your jaw. the otherβs between your thighs, two fingers sliding through your cunt, teasing, spreading you open. βlook at this messy little pussy. all drippy fβme.β
you whimper, hips twitching. he chuckles, dark and slow.
βnah, baby. not yet.β
he pulls his fingers out, slick and shiny, and brings them higher. you tense when you feel the wet tips circle your ass, just barely pressing.
βrelax,β he says, but itβs not soft. itβs an order. βmβnot askinβ.β
you try. breathing shaky. he spits right onto his fingers, then onto your hole, messy and deliberate, watching it drip down. the sound is obscene.
βthere we go,β he murmurs. βgonna open this pretty ass up for me. first time, yeah?β
βy-yeah stevie, first time.β
βgood girl.β his voice dips lower. βgonna make it hurt just a little. just enough so you remember whoβs doinβ this to you.β
he starts with one finger, slow, pushing past the tight ring while his other hand keeps your hips pinned back against him. you gasp, sharp, body trying to pull away on instinct.
βnuh-uh.β he tightens his grip on your throat. βstay. take it.β
the stretch burns, foreign, intense. he doesnβt stop, just keeps sinking in knuckle by knuckle until heβs buried. then he stills, letting you feel it. feel him inside where no oneβs ever been.
βfuckβ¦ so tight,β he groans, cock twitching hard against your lower back. βcan feel you squeezinβ me like youβre tryna push me out. cute.β
he starts moving, slow drags in and out, twisting a little on the way in just to hear you whine. your hands scrabble at his forearm, nails digging in.
βwhat?β he bites your earlobe. βtoo much? too bad. youβre takinβ it anyway.β
he adds a second finger without warning. you cry out, back arching, but he just laughs low in his throat, mean and pleased.
βyeahhh, there it is. listen to you. fuckinβ pathetic little noises.β he curls them, presses deeper. βthis ass is mine now, understand? mβgonna train it to take my cock so good. stretch it out nice and slow till youβre begginβ for it.β
your head falls back on his shoulder, panting, thighs shaking. the burnβs melting into something hotter, fuller, making your clit throb even though heβs ignoring it completely.
he notices. of course he does.
βaw, poor baby. pussyβs jealous, huh?β he grinds the heel of his palm against your clit for one teasing second, then takes it away. βtoo bad. tonightβs about this greedy little hole.β
he speeds up, fingers fucking into you steadily now, wet sounds filling the room. youβre dripping down your thighs, slick pooling on his sheets.
βlook at that,β he mutters. βmakinβ such a mess. bet youβd come just from me playinβ with your ass, wouldnβt you?β
you nod frantically, words gone.
βy-yesβ fuckβ mβgonnaββ
βnot yet.β he pulls his fingers out suddenly, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. you whine, loud and desperate.
he laughs again, flips you onto your stomach in one quick move, yanks your hips up so your ass is in the air.
βstay there,β he says, voice dark. βmβnot done with you.β
you hear him spit again, feel it hit your hole, then the blunt pressure of three fingers this time.
βbreathe, baby,β he murmurs, but heβs already pushing in. slow. relentless. βgonna fill this ass up so goodβ¦ get you ready for my cock next time.β
youβre shaking, moaning into his pillow, completely gone.
and he just keeps going, nasty and unhurried, whispering filthy praise against your spine the whole time.
