Page 83 of One More Dare
“You’re dripping all over your thong. All this from a little rubbing. I can’t wait to see what you’ll do when I’m actually inside of you.”
“Only one way to find out.” I smirk even though I’m absolutely fucking insatiable for more of him. Tears of frustration are pricking at my eyes with how badly I want him to fuck me. My whole body is trembling, strung so tight with need I feel like I’m going to break. “I need you,” I say firmly. “Please, Daddy. I need you inside of me.”
He slides his cock out from under the lace and pushes the fabric to the side, pouring a generous amount of lube directly onto my exposed hole. He wastes no time shoving his pointer and middle finger into me, and I nearly scream from the feeling of relief as he splits me open, finally giving me what I’ve been begging for.
It’s a perfect pleasure, the relief so intense it’s almost another kind of agony. His fingers are thick and relentless, scissoring inside me, stretching me, preparing me.
“Fuck, look at that,” he groans, his voice thick with awe. He spreads his fingers, watching my hole flutter around him. “God, you’re incredible, P.”
“Please, Daddy, more,” I sob, pushing back brazenly onto his hand, trying to get him deeper inside of me. Never once in my life have I been this horny or feral before, and he hasn’t even put his cock inside of me yet.
He gives me what I want, adding a third finger, plunging them in and out of me, and it feels so fucking satisfying. I should probably be embarrassed by my behavior, but it’s been so long since I’ve had a real dick inside of me, and no one—and I mean no one—has ever given me this much torturous attention.
“So good,” he praises. “You ready for my cock?”
I can only nod, my face buried in the mattress, my body trembling with a need so profound it’s terrifying. He isn’t even inside of me yet, and I’m well aware I’ll never recover from him.
He pulls his fingers out slowly, and the emptiness is a physical ache. I hear the tear of foil and the slick snap of latex as he rolls the condom on his shaft. Anticipation is coiling in my gut, and I already know there’s no way I’ll last long. Not with how thoroughly he’s played with me, but I don’t care. I already want him again and again and again.
Good thing we have a few more weeks until summer break. I’m going to convince him to fuck me every single day until then.
“This fucking thong, P. You have no idea what this is doing to me. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he breathes as he positions himself between my thighs, the head of his cock nudging against my slick, stretched entrance.
I blush, still bent on all fours, thighs spread, jersey pooling in the middle of my back, elbows against the mattress so my ass is in the air, waiting for him.
He takes the thin string of the thong and pulls it aside again, then inch by agonizing inch, slowly buries himself inside me. His cock is definitely bigger than my dildo—which we both already knew—but the feeling is so much more intense. He feelshuge. The fullness steals my breath as I attempt to breathe through him entering me.
“Holy shit, you’re so big, feels so good,” I mutter when I remember how to speak.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He pulls out a smidge before pushing back in, letting me stretch around his size. Once he’s fully seated inside of me, he lets go of the thong. The fabric snaps back into place, the thin string rubbing against his cock. He groans, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he adjusts. “So hot. You’re a goddamn dream.”
He starts to move, slowly drawing his hips back before slamming into me.
“Yeesss, finally,” I moan, my head falling forward against the mattress as he thrusts into me over and over. The feeling of him inside me for the first time is everything.
“This is unreal,” he praises as he picks up the pace. His thrusts become harder, faster as he fucks me with a new intensity. His movements are desperate, I can feel his need for me in every thrust. I love being the center of his pleasure. Love the sounds he’s making.
Will reaches around to grab my cock in his big hand, starting to rub it under the lace, groaning. “This ass. It’s perfect, you’re perfect. You’re gonna make me come already, P.”
“Fuck, yes,” I groan, his free hand gripping my hip almost painfully. He pounds into me harder, and I push back to meet his brutal thrusts while I take over, pulling my dick out through the side of my thong as I start stroking myself. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
His other hand grabs onto my hip, and he’s not holding back. Each thrust is a punishment and a reward—it’s incredible. He’s fucking me good and hard, exactly like I’ve been craving. He’s close, so close I can feel it in the way he’s moving and the grunts leaving his throat.
“Oh, fuck,” Will shouts as he slides his hand down to thesmall of my back, angling my body slightly so he can go even deeper.
“Yesss, there!” I shout as his dick lights me up from the inside out. “I’m so fucking close.”
“Come for me,” he demands desperately. “Come right now, Porter. Scream for me. Let me hear you come on my cock.”
His command is the final straw as my orgasm rips through me. It’s violent. My whole body convulses with pleasure that steals my breath, and I think I actually black out for a second. I scream his name as my cock pulses, painting the sheets beneath me with my release.
He grunts and groans as he empties into the condom, collapsing on me so we’re a sweaty, breathless tangle of limbs. He presses a lingering kiss at the base of my neck, and I wish it were my mouth, my lips. “Don’t move,” he murmurs. “I’ll be right back.”
The second he pulls out, I feel so empty. I want him back inside of me. I turn to look at him as he rolls off the condom while I lie there in my ruined lace. My muscles are jelly, my ass is deliciously sore, and my mind is blissfully blank. That was perfect. The best orgasm I’ve ever had, so much so I don’t even have it in me to analyze any of the things he said during sex. I’m fully aware we don’t have a future together, but that’ll go down in history as the best fuck. I’m going to have to print Will out an award. I’m sure that’d go right to his head, but he deserves it for the way he just teased me then delivered.
He comes back a moment later, and wraps his arms around me, pulling me up. It’s so gentle, such a stark contrast to the brutal way he just fucked me. Fuck, how is he so perfect?
“You okay?” he asks softly.
