STRIPPED (The Slate Brothers 3)

Tyson eases me down, then turns me over onto my stomach; my legs rap against his cock as he does so, and I smile at how hard he is. He slides a hand between my thighs again, opening them, and then begins to lick at my pussy from behind.

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I squirm when he stops— I want him to keep going— but then I feel his hand on my pussy again, feel him trailing some of my immense wetness backward, up to my ass. The additional lubrication allows him to slide a finger into that entrance easily, and the fine hairs alone my arms prickle at the feeling. Tyson groans again, and I know without looking back that he’s staring at the point where his finger disappears into me. He leaves it there, and then I feel the heat of his cock pressing against my pussy. Bare, again— hot, and bare, and throbbing for me. He eases into me, inch by inch, thrusting lightly, and I moan loud and long as I realize he’s fucking me in two different places.

That drunk feeling intensifies; my body feels electric, a sustained hum of power rather than a single crashing feeling. Tyson begins to fuck me in long, even strokes, and the sound of his breath, of his body lightly striking mine, only serves to make me feel wilder, headier, happier. He begins to cautiously fuck my ass with his finger, never pulling out entirely, occasionally stopping to slick more wetness from my pussy there. I whine in pleasure when he switches from a finger to his thumb, a wider digit that stretches me more. My pussy is already so stretched around his cock; having yet another part of my body so utterly tight around his is arousing in the most primal of ways.

He begins to fuck me harder, though still slower than he ever has before, like he’s taking the time to truly savor each thrust. My mouth is open, my eyes squeezed shut, my body practically limp save for my hips, which I drive against him. I gasp when I feel the base of his cock strike me— he’s wholly inside me. I’ve taken every inch of him, finally. He realizes it too, and stays deep in me for a while, swiveling his hips so his cock rubs me in all the right ways. I moan and writhe for more, and he responds by adding a second finger to my ass.

“Tyson,” I plead, the first word either of us has uttered since the lights went off.

“Anna,” he answers, and my name on his tongue is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. I don’t know what I’d planned to say— or if I planned to say anything at all. He inhales, then leans down and kisses my back sweetly, softly. I whimper when he pulls his fingers from my ass, and full-on whine when he removes his cock from my pussy. I try to turn over, thinking this might be my chance to get his cock in my mouth, but he puts a hand on my back and prevents me from doing so.

“Relax, love,” he says softly, and I go still. Love? He called me love? Does he love me?

Love. I feel like I’m in love, right now. I feel like I’m in love with everything to do with him, from the way he makes me feel to the way he speaks to me to the way seeing him makes my heart pound. I swallow, bite my lip, unsure how to respond other than doing as he says and relaxing my body as best I can. Tyson fingers at my pussy, soaking his hands with my wetness, then massages my asshole lightly. I realize what he means to do, and even though my rational brain tells me I should be scared, my heart pounds raw desire into my veins.

Tyson then reaches into one of the nightstand drawers and sorts through the assortment of things there; from my position I can just make out the usual, like sewing kits and pencils. He then removes a condom, which he drops on the table without interest, and then a small package of something else. He tears it open with his teeth, then lowers it to my ass. It’s lube, cool and tingling, and he rubs it against my asshole, letting it dribble down from the top of my ass cheeks, gently pushing it into me with his fingers. I’m slick with it, my body no longer resisting the push of his fingers as he delicately fucks me with one, then two, then three, making sure I’m properly wet. He finally stops and takes a long, steady breath, one full of anticipation and hunger.

“Tell me if it hurts, Anna,” he whispers, and I nod against the bed linens. I bite my lip when I feel Tyson line his cock up with my ass, and then at the pressure of him leaning forward, pushing into me. I yelp in surprise when the hot head of his cock enters my ass in a quick, popping motion, and he goes still. “Alright?” he asks.