Lev (Shot Callers 1)

His low growl sent shivers over my body. “You’re so small, baby. So tight.”

When I felt the tip of a second finger attempting to join the first, I moaned softly and my knees fell outwards, allowing more room for Lev to work. He removed the first finger from my body and I whined, begging for it back.

His eyes alight, he spoke softly, “More?”

“More,” I uttered firmly.

Two fingers played at my folds, working themselves up and down through my wetness, preparing to enter me. I held my breath as they paused right there. They were pushed inside of me slowly until I was full.

It was perfect. I was so turned on. I wanted more, but wasn’t sure I could take it.

Lev stated, “I’m bigger than this, baby. I need to try for three, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”

Three fingers sounded like one too many, but he was right. He was big, and that big cock could do damage if I wasn’t prepared well enough. My voice soft, I gave him permission. “Okay.”

The fingers pulled out and in came a third. This time, I was grateful for the slow pace he liked to tease me with. Three fingers an inch inside of me became painful. I winced and moaned out loud, and not in a sexy way.

Lev removed the digits and rubbed his thumb across my clit. My body reacted immediately. “Okay,” he said. “We can wait, mouse. No rush.”

Was he freaking kidding me?

My head shot off the bed. “No! I’m done waiting. I want you inside of me, Lev. Please.” I whispered, my eyes begging, “Honey, please.”

He shook his head. “You’re so small. I’m going to hurt you.”

I didn’t care by that point. I wanted us to be together in every sense of the word. No more waiting.

“Lev, I’m a big girl. I can handle i—” My protest was cut off when his head descended between my leg, his mouth sucking on my clit. His fingers came back to where I needed them, two fingers pushing inside then pulling out slightly.

He was finger fucking me while his mouth did delicious things to me, and I was in heaven.

My head fell to the mattress, my eyes rolled back, and a long moan was forced out of me.

I was wetter than ever before. Someone would be sleeping in a damp patch tonight. And at the incredible assault I was enduring, I would not complain if it were me.

I wasn’t prepared for the third finger to join in, but when it was pushed inside of me, Lev nibbled at my clit. And I just about lost my mind with desire.

It didn’t hurt so much this time, and with every time he withdrew then pushed back inside, I could feel myself accept what was given. My body was grateful.

Out of nowhere, it started.

My palms began to sweat. My legs went rigid. My eyes widened, and my lips parted in a silent moan. I whispered, “Oh, God. Yes. More.”

Lev didn’t need me to ask. He finger fucked me harder, his digits trying desperately to work themselves past his fingers’ halfway point. His tongue came out to play, flicking me where I needed it most then suckling my throbbing bud.

My stomach tightened. I panted harshly and whimpered a hushed, “Shit. Oh, shit. I’m coming, baby.”

The moment it hit me, my back bowed off the bed, my body convulsing in a rigid display of pleasure. It was an overload. Lev’s fingers did not leave me, rather fought me to stay inside my pulsing channel, his hand gripping my thigh tightly, pulling me down.

My breath hitched as I continued to pant. One last tremor and my body broke out in goosebumps. I lifted my head to peer into Lev’s eyes. “I need you.”

Something about the way I said it must have told Lev that I meant it, because his fingers retracted slowly and then he was on top of me, his lips worshipping mine in a wet, deep kiss that I felt to my toes. He reached down to grip himself and guided the head of his cock to my hot, swollen core. The moment the tip of him kissed my waiting slit, he pulled back to look at me. Reaching across the bed, he opened the drawer to pull out a condom.

I licked my lips. “Can we go bare?”

He pulled back, blinking down at me. “I don’t know. Can we?”

I nodded. “We can.”

He hesitated. I soothed his doubt. “You remember when I had those wicked period cramps I had?” He nodded. I felt sheepish exposing my lie. “It wasn’t period cramps. I had pain because Nas took me to see Pox’s sister. I got a birth control device put inside of me.” I smiled softly, reaching up to run my fingers over his lips. “I’m clean. No babies for me. We can go bare.” I quickly added, “If you want to, I mean.”