Kasper's Prince Charming

Chapter 20 - We Make The Sex

"Fuck me, please," I lowered my head and begged as my breath came in ragged gasps and I pushed him deeper inside me.

I fucked myself on his fingers as my cock flopped and banged against my tummy. My body pulsed as little shocks of pleasure spread through every inch of me.

"You want me inside you, want my seed to fill that little hole?" Amir asked as though I wasn't literally on my knees begging him.

"Please, Yes... fuck," I felt myself on the edge as he slid a third finger inside me. I felt so full, but so safe, warm, connected, loved at his touch. I needed more of it.

It made my eyes snap shut and my face screw up at the overwhelming pleasure bursting inside me.

"You're so fucking tight, baby. Definitely not made for a big man. We better go slow," Amir warned as I pushed back on his fingers. He leaned down and kissed the center of my back.

"I can take it. C'mon. Fuck me harder," I whined.

I was so desperate for him. I looked back to give him my best pleading eyes and started to bounce on his fingers. He drizzled more lube on my hole and then began to ram me. He twisted and stretched his fingers to open my hole for him. My cock was riding the edge for the longest time as he rubbed over the happiest parts of me.

"Ok, but... slowly... I can't risk hurting the most perfect hole," Amir said with a serious tone.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck," I gasped as he plowed my field with his fingers. I looked back to see him watching me, eyes studying me as he stroked his cock. He looked like a man, a real man, strong and mature. His eyes were heavy with the responsibility of what apparently was a dangerous cock.

Amir slid his fingers out and got up on his knees behind me, between my legs. He leaned over me and wrapped his arms around me, held me against his chest. He kissed up the back of my neck, slurping his tongue along my skin. His lips worked their way over my cheek until they met mine. We kissed as he rubbed his cock back and forth over my hole, humping against my ass.

"Are you sure?" he asked though his tone said he needed it as badly as I did.

"Pound me!" I growled in my best impression of his deep, masculine tone. It brought back his smile, those adoring eyes, a flutter of kisses along my cheek.

He raised up off of me and used his heavy baton to smack against my hole a few times. I heard him pop the cap on the lube bottle and then looked back to see him slick up his cock with heavy strokes. He drizzled more of the lube on my hole and scooped it in with his fingers.

"You're sure, baby?" he asked again. I felt the tip of his cock press against my hole.

"Yes," I whined and wiggled my ass. I tried to push back on his cock, just take it myself, but he put his hands on my hips and held me. He leaned down over me and started to push in. He guided the floppy, slicked monster with one hand as the other rubbed up my chest and twisted my nipples.

"Don't push on it, Kasper. Just relax, open for me. Let me in, spread that boy hole for the cock that owns it," Amir whispered in my ear as he began to press inside me. He rubbed my tummy as his cock stretched my hole.

"Ahhh fuck that's big," I whined. I turned my head to the side and his lips met mine to soothe me. He slid inside me in tiny increments, pausing to kiss me, rub me, praise me, stroke my cock. He kept offering to stop, said it was admirable to even get this far. But I wouldn't let him.

"No, please... I can... handle... fuck," I bit my lip from the pain. I knew we would have to get through this if I was going to be his. I wanted to be his. I wanted to please him.