“You want to come for me?” His voice is muffled as he stuffs his face into my balls.

“Oh fuck!” I can barely get the words out. This is sweet torture.

That’s when his mouth slips even further downwards. I tense at the feeling of the sudden intrusion. No one, and I mean no one, has ever gone down that low on me before. I feel shy all of a sudden, but Nathaniel keeps going. This time, he hooks his arms around my legs to pull me closer to him, and he licks my hole enthusiastically.

“Nathaniel, holy shit—” I moan. It feels… incredible, tingling through my body and straight to my dick as he circles my entrance over and over again.

“I can barely take this,” I struggle to say.

“You’re going to be a good boy and hold on for me. I want to watch you come on my fingers. Can you do that for me, baby?”

My eyes widen as I take in his words. I nod my head hesitantly. I’d do just about anything for him when he calls me that.

“Tell me. Use your words,” he commands.

“I can be a good boy,” I whisper, feeling a blush wash over me. Holy shit, Nathaniel is making me feel so different than I have ever felt. And I love it.

He lowers his mouth again, pressing lightly on my nerve endings with his tongue. I moan and open my legs wider at the feeling. It feels so dirty, yet so fucking sexy having him there. I want to press his face in further, but I stop myself.

He shifts his two fingers that he had in my mouth minutes ago downwards. Pressing one finger to my hole, he circles the rim slowly.

I brace myself as I feel his finger press slightly inside.

“Oh, fuck,” I grunt. Definitely feels weird. No, not weird. Just…different? Not the most comfortable feeling in the world but hey, it doesn’t feel terrible. I bite my lip as he pulls slightly out, only to try again.

I feel a tremendous amount of pressure, but I’d be lying if I said I wanted him to stop. How far will my body allow him to go? All the way?

“That’s a good boy. Keep breathing,” Nathaniel moans. He voice sounds shaky, as though he’s holding himself back from crumbling himself. Is he getting off to this? I love the thought so much that it makes me relax around his fingers. “You look so fucking amazing, taking my finger so well,” he pants, pressing in again.

He leans down, and I feel wetness drip onto my balls and run down to my edge as he uses his spit as lube. He presses in further, and I can feel him break through the tightness.

I breathe out as his finger manages to go deeper than I would’ve thought possible.

“Oh damn,” Nathaniel moans again. “Look how well you take my finger. You’re so damn tight, I could come just by watching you like this.”