“I know, I know, you need me to be sure. But I need you to trust me, and when I say I think I’m good, it’s because I want to try it, but I might change my mind. And I’ll let you know if that happens.”

“Promise?”

“Have you ever known me to keep quiet about something?”

“Good point.” He leans back to spit again, and fuck me. I’m even tuned in to that too. His fingers massage my rim, softening it, preparing me, and then he sinks two of them inside.

Fuuuck me.

There’s a stretch. Not painful but definitely weird. He’s breaking down everything I ever knew, and as he pumps his fingers into me, I’m high on it. Buzzing. Every little nerve prickling alive and sending all very, very good messages to my brain. My cock is leaking, tiny beads of precum appearing at the tip with every pass of his fingers deep inside me. Like there’s a flip switch that goes from his fingers to my balls, and he keeps pressing and prodding and reminding me that I’m helpless when it comes to him.

“How does it feel?”

“Good. Too good.” I let out the groan that I’ve been trying to hold back and move my weight onto my non-injured arm. The bullet hole twinges as I reach down and wrap my hand around my cock. “I think you could probably make me come just from doing that,” I say, stroking myself.

“Probably. We can try that out another time.”

All these promises of more times together are exciting me as much as him fucking my ass with his fingers. They’re slippery with spit, and I’ve loosened up enough that nothing is holding him back from pegging me hard.

Then he adds a third.

The stretch this time is indescribable. I’m light-headed with how amazing I feel, and I’m finding it difficult to catch hold of any one thought other than yes, yes, fucking yes.

This time, I don’t bother to try and hold in the moan. I push back against him, almost riding his hand as I fuck into my fist, discovering for the first time that I don’t think I’ve ever had sex properly. It’s only been half the experience. My dick getting all the action while I had a hidden fun zone that I never knew anything about, and now that I do … St. Clare better be ready for how insatiable I’m about to become.

God, I need more. His cock, preferably. Being forced open around his dick, wider than I am now, fuller than I’ve ever been? That shouldn’t make my limbs tremble the way they’re trembling, but it’s a good sign I’m not going to last like this much longer.