Hitman Next Door

With his free hand, he stroked her clit, getting her arousal heightened even more. It didn’t take long.

She rocked back against the cock, and when he thought she was close to coming, he pulled it out of her. He didn’t want her to come yet.

She let out a growl. “Nate!”

“Soon.”

He opened the lubrication. The fake cock was covered in her pre-cum, but he wanted to make sure she was wet enough.

Coating the toy in lubrication, he also placed some at her anus, getting her nice and slick and ready.

She moaned his name.

“I’ve got you, baby. You can take this.” He had no doubt.

Holding the cock in his hand, slowly, he began to push against her anus. The tight ring of muscles was stubborn, but he never backed down.

Stroking her clit, he teased her, and in doing so, her tightness eased until she let go and he was able to push the dick into her anus. She took a couple of inches.

Nate stopped playing with her pussy, instead focusing on the dick in her ass.

After he pushed a little deeper, she took more. She gasped, and he stopped.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“Strange.”

With the cock only partway inside her, Nate wanted to distract her, and so, holding his dick, he teased the entrance of her pussy with his dick.

The guttural moan fell from Lemon’s lips as he thrust shallowly in her cunt. As he did this, he worked the cock in and out of her, getting her used to the feel of the cock in her ass, spreading her open. Seeing her like this, Nate was close to blowing his load right then and there, but he held himself together, watching her.

It didn’t take long for her to start to thrust back on the cock, and as she did, he gave her time to enjoy it. To let the needs of her body take control. To be the one in command. It was a beautiful sight to see. One he never wanted to forget.

His own orgasm was so close, but he controlled it. He waited until he knew she was ready.

Nate removed the fake cock, spread lubrication on his own dick, and then he was the one at her anus that was still slightly open from the toy.

He took his time, in no rush to end this.

Slowly sinking in an inch at a time, he gave Lemon time to get used to the feel of his hard cock. He was bigger than the toy, but she could take him.

She was so fucking tight as well.

Finally, balls deep inside her, he counted to ten. Touched her pussy, and stroked her clit.

“Now, Lemon, I want you to come for me.”

He’d gotten her so primed and ready, it took only a few strokes and she came, screaming his name, begging him for more. While she came down from her first orgasm, he started to rock inside her, feeling her ass tighten around him with each flutter of her release.

It was so incredible. So tight. So perfect.

Just as he knew it would be.

When she was ready, he brought her to a second orgasm. This time, he didn’t stop thrusting inside her, but as she came, he followed her, filling her tight asshole with his cum.

Nate stayed inside her, holding still as the aftershocks of their combined release faded away. He leaned over her, kissing her neck. “You are fucking amazing, Lemon. You’re all mine. You know that?”

She chuckled. “Does that make you mine?”

“Yes.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Hold still,” he said.

Easing out of her anus, he grabbed the cheeks of her ass, holding them open.

“I want you to push out for me.”

“Why?”

“I want to see.”

“Nate?”

“I didn’t tell you I was a gentleman.”

Lemon did as he asked, and he watched his cum spill from her anus. She was his. Watching this, he felt this primal need to mark her, to possess every single part of her.

He grabbed some tissue, wiping her ass and removing his cum, but knowing more of him was inside her.

“I’ve … I’ve never done this with anyone before,” Lemon said as he moved her so she was no longer on her knees.

“Neither have I,” he said.

She opened her mouth, closed it, then licked her lips. “I think I need to use the shower.”

Lemon had been about to say something. He didn’t know what exactly, but he was going to find out.

“I can walk,” she said as he got to his feet.

Just as she got to her feet, he lifted her in his arms. “Not tonight. I get to take care of you all night.”

He pressed a kiss to her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Nate?”

“Yes.”

“I want to keep you.”

Nate paused.

As far as words went, there was nothing poetic about them.

He was a foster kid. No one had wanted him. No one had cared about him.