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I ❤️ your butt
You snicker, rolling your eyes at one of the hundreds of “I ❤️” tchotchkes lining the shelf. It’s a small plastic keychain, one that’ll surely break off the second you put it on your bag.
You nudge Andrew, who is thoroughly engrossed in finding the creepiest looking Beanie Baby in the bin next to you. “Babe, look.”
His eyebrows raise, a grin breaking across his face. “I do,” he jokes, not so subtly reaching a hand over and grabbing your ass. Your eyes widen and you laugh with surprise.
“Andy!”
A smirk is all he offers in return. He takes the keychain from you and holds it in his palm that’s already a resting place for two bags of chips.
“You can’t be serious,” you mutter as he brings his purchases up to the counter. The attendant behind the register couldn’t care less as he scans the offending keychain. Andrew returns to the car swinging his new toy on his finger and whistling.
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“Yes,” you pant, grabbing Andrew’s hair. “Fuck-right-there!”
Your climax rolls in a heavy wave throughout your body, starting in your core and tingling to the tips of your toes. His tongue laps you in a soft gliding motion, guiding you down from your high. His eyes dart up from their spot between your legs, dangerously dark. You smooth down his hair and give him a lazy-satisfied smile. He nips your thigh.
“Ow!” you giggle, giving Andrew’s back a light kick with your heel. He laughs, the sound vibrating through you, and kisses the wound. He kisses and kisses until he’s found his way back to your pulsing center, licking a stripe. You whimper, sensitive. “Baby.”
His lips trail your seam, his tongue dipping inside you and then retreating. He mouths down, reaching that patch of skin between your opening and your…other opening. You furrow your brow and crane your neck. He grazes the puckered skin of your anus and you make a noise.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
A grunt and a smooth lick is his reply. A shiver runs down your spine, oddly satisfied. He presses a firm kiss to your hole and the sensation makes your embarrassment temporarily disappear. Oh.
“Fuck, Andy, what are you doing?” you gasp, your hands finding their place back on his scalp. You pull your thighs together, framing Andrew’s head, and bite back the needy whimpers leaving your lips. His tongue circles the tight skin, teasing your rear entrance. It feels good.
“Nothin’,” he murmurs into your skin, cheeky as ever. The tip of his tongue slightly breaches your firmly sealed opening and you clench around nothing. His hands glide down from their place on your upper thighs to your asscheeks, thumbs gently pulling the plush skin apart. “Let me in.”
That makes you sit up, putting an end to his nonsense. You untangle your legs from his shoulders with a huff, shimmying until your back meets the headboard. Andrew narrows his eyes and lifts himself up to a kneeling position. Your eyes dart down to the mass between his legs, biting your lip at the way he strains against the fabric of his boxers.
“Color?” he asks, an unreadable expression painting his face.
“Green,” you answer tersely. You fold your arms over your chest and knit your brows. Andrew remains unfazed. He raises his eyebrows, with a “go on” expression. “What was that about?”
He sighs, fixing you with a hard stare. You try to hold your stern expression, but it slowly slips away as he shuffles closer, kneeling between your legs. He leans over, lips ghosting your forehead. His clothed erection presses into your abdomen, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. One hand rests on the head board while his other fumbles around blindly for something on the nightstand. A small clink confirms your suspicions.
Andrew sits back and flips the keychain so its brazen message faces you. I ❤️ your butt.
You squint your eyes, but a giggle fights its way past your lips anyway. He grins.
“You think you’re so funny,” you sigh as he wraps his arms around you, hoisting you into his lap. His warm protrusion meets your sticky core and you roll your hips. He plants his hands on your ass to steady you and leans down for a kiss.
“I mean it,” he grumbles between kisses. Your tongue passes through his lips and draws out a deep groan. His grip tightens on your ass and you grind harder against his lap. “I love this fucking ass.”
A flush colors your cheeks at his bluntness. The pressure from where your groins meet becomes intoxicatingly unbearable. You shift, focusing your movements on the spot that’ll make you unravel once again. Andrew huffs, the stain on his boxers growing larger by the second. When you’re about to reach your peak, he grabs you by the waist and flips you onto your stomach. You let out a petulant whine and try to readjust. A firm hand meets your back and holds you down into the mattress.
“Andrew!” you complain, mostly into the sheets. You squirm under his weight, arching your back and lifting your hips in the process. A low chuckle falls over your ears as you realize you’ve fallen straight into his trap.
“That’s it,” he purrs, his voice thickly patronizing. “Show me that pretty ass.”
Warmth courses through you and pools straight in your core. You bite the sheet, trying to stifle the buzzing in your veins. His hand grazes your ass, thumb catching in the depression between the two halves. At his touch, you lift your hips until you’re on full display to him, head buried in the blanket. It’s better this way. You don’t know if you could face him without melting right now.
A hardness brushes the back of your thigh and his hand finds a place on either side of your hips. His other trails between your cheeks, keeping a steady pressure on your entrance. A thick drop of saliva lands on the taut skin and he rubs it in. His thumb presses hard, slipping in just slightly. You gasp and clench around him. He snorts.
“This is the easy part, sweetheart,” Andrew croons. He spits again and makes it to his first knuckle. You whimper, the stretch of the tight muscle numbing your mind. He sighs as you gently pulse around his finger. “You probably won’t be able to take me.”
You screw up your face and lift your head from the cocoon of bedding, trying to look back at the man who has both audacity and his thumb in your ass. “Yes I can.”
He laughs and shakes his head, which makes you madder.
“Yes, I can!” you mewl, arching higher so his thumb slips down to the second knuckle. Fuck. He does have long fingers but this is already… a lot. A shaky breath rattles through you as you reposition, bracing your weight on your forearms. Yes, you can.
He pulls out his thumb and you frown at the loss of pressure. He rummages around behind you, retrieving the lube stored conveniently in the nightstand drawer. The tell-tale “pop!” of the cap is all the warning you have before he squirts the cool gel. You press your face to the covers, muffling your moans as he spreads it all around. He dips in and out of you with his ring finger.
“How’s that feel, sweet girl?” he murmurs, sliding his finger straight in with little resistance. You squeak. “Good?” He crooks the finger upwards and slowly strokes your inner wall, a cascade of goosebumps flecking your skin. You nod pathetically, trying your hardest to hold back your whimpers.
“Thought so,” Andrew mumbles. His middle finger traces your ring of muscle. Tempting. Taunting. “Think you can take another for me?”
You nod again, desperate for the ache. You can hear the smile in his voice when he says good girl, and his second finger joins his first. The stretch is palpable. Your entrance throbs as he pushes in and out, opening you up around him. The tips of his fingers soar deeper, dragging along your walls and touching depths you never knew you had. A gnawing pressure grows in your stomach, expanding and contracting the further he explores.
“Fuck,” he curses, down to his knuckles. A lewd squelch fills the room as his wrist moves in a gratifying motion, sinking his fingers. “You’re so fucking tight. Need to break you in.”
A moan rips from your throat as his pace picks up. You squirm, itching and fearing for more.
He chuckles. “Two fingers not enough for you, baby?” Smack. He delivers a rough slap to your ass and you lurch forward with a wail. “Hm? You want me to really break you in?”
Your brain turns to slush at his words. You grip the sheets, damp with your drool, to anchor yourself. Andrew’s fingers come to a halt, resting deep inside you. He pauses and waits, your laborious breaths the only sound in the room. After a beat, he tsks and gives you another firm spank.
“Ow!” you cry, your white knuckles holding onto the bedding for dear life.
“I asked you a question, princess,” he replies dismissively. His free hand caresses your stinging asscheek and you wince.
“Please.”
“Please?”
“Please break me in.”
“Break you in where, baby?”
You groan into the sheets, relinquishing your dignity to your desire. “Please break my ass in.”
A devilish grin breaks out on his face. “Of course, sweetheart. Since you asked so nicely.”
Andrew sits back on his knees and you stare straight ahead at the crumpled sheets lining the headboard. The snap of his waistband echoes throughout the room as he removes his fingers. A cap pops. Good. More lube. You wouldn’t be surprised if you used up the whole bottle. A soft warmth replaces his calloused fingers as he massages the gel in with his cockhead. He lets out a quiet groan as he strokes up and down your depression, teasing the tight ring of muscle. He breaches it slightly, sucking in a breath, but you tense up on instinct.
“I’m going to push in,” he explains in a mind-meltingly low tone. He pries apart your cheeks with his free hand, angling the tip of his length against you with his other. “What I need you to do is relax and let me in. Okay?”
“Okay,” you whimper. You breathe in and out slowly, trying to loosen all your muscles. He presses against your entrance, slipping in further than the first time. You fight against the sensation to push him out, biting your knuckle as you engulf the head of him. It’s thick. It’s much wider than his fingers. It stretches you more than you expected. He pauses and retracts, taking a heavy breath. Then he pushes back in.
“Ah!” you squeal, kicking your legs. Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no. That’s not going to fit. “It’s too big,” you whine. His cock twitches inside you. “It’s not gonna fit.”
“It’s fitting right now, isn’t it, sweet girl?” He slowly pulls back until he’s almost out and then probes back in. Full. So full. So, so, so full. He has to be all the way in. His hand grips your asscheek. “Look at you taking me so well. You’re doing such a good job.”
“Andy,” you practically sob. “I-I-I-”
“What, baby? Does it hurt?” he grits through his teeth, a groan slipping out despite his restraint. “Fuck. You feel amazing.”
“It’s too much,” you complain pitifully. Your entrance throbs around him, sucking him into unexplored depths. A shiver runs through you each time he thrusts, pressing against your walls and delivering an indescribably satisfying sensation. He sets a slow and steady pace, inching his way into you.
“You need to be broken in, sweetheart,” Andrew drawls, lazily tracing his finger over the marks on your ass. You flinch. “I’m sorry it’s so big. You’re being such a good girl.”
His praise makes you preen as he seats himself fully inside. You clench and unclench, huffing out ugly breaths as your body tries to adjust to the absolute shaft stretching you wide open. You squirm, just trying to relieve some pressure, but Andrew lets out a guttural groan. His grasp tightens.
“Are you being needy?” he questions, pulling back slightly. The drag of his cock is heavenly. You put your head to the mattress, feeling drunk off the buzzing running through your limbs.
“No…” you respond shyly. You tense, squeezing him. He chokes out a grunt and spanks you in return. “Andy!”
“Sounds like a needy girl to me,” he mutters, pulling further back until just the tip remains in. He holds it like that for a moment. “Maybe I should pull out. This is clearly too much for you.”
“No!” you wail. You buck your hips, trying to bring him deeper. You sink onto him, relishing the strain. He watches you with hungry eyes, letting you fuck yourself. “I want it. I can take it.”
Andrew strokes the space where your bodies connect. “Yeah? You can take it even though it’s too big?”
You nod with a moan as he prods deeper, his hips meeting your ass. “Yes!”
He leans across your back, towering over your submissive form, and kisses your temple. “You know that I love you, right?” he asks, his breath tickling your baby hairs. You nod, leaning into his lips. He kisses you again. “Good. I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”
He readjusts his knees, planting his hands firmly on your hips. The first thrust isn’t bad. Hard, but manageable. He groans, working you open as he tugs in and out. His rhythm picks up, the skin of his groin meeting your rear with an obscene smack. The slight sting turns into a constant pressure, your core growing warmer. He takes you on all fours, mercilessly, like an animal. The shiver wracking your body turns into an ecstatic tremble.
He pumps his hips, rough grumbles filling your ears. You climb higher and higher, the tension and stretch driving you wild with bliss. You snake a hand down to stimulate your swollen clit. Just a little more and you’ll fall right over the edge.
Andrew reaches underneath you and yanks your wrist away.
“Baby!” you cry. Smack. You whimper from the impact of his hand.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
“Please,” you beg, so close to euphoria. You reach back blindly, feeling for his hand. He allows you to guide his fingers to your apex. “Please.”
He scoffs, his hand rubbing in tandem with his unceasing thrusts. “Is that all you can say?”
Tears brim in your eyes as he utterly sates you. Fluid streams down your inner thigh and you’re too close to worry which end it’s coming from. Hoarse, throaty moans leave Andrew and reverberate through you. You tense and wiggle until you come with a sob, pleasure wracking your body.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck,” he mumbles, his ministrations becoming sloppy and feverish. He grips your ass tightly, pinching the skin fiercely enough to bruise. He pulses and a strangled groan signals the deluge of warmth that floods your channel. You clench, wanting to draw out as much from him as you can. You’re rewarded with another hot spurt.
He pants heavily, his chest pressing against your back as he leans over. He kisses along your traps and up your neck, toying with the thin skin between his teeth. He sucks a mark and nips his way to your lips.
“You haven’t marked me up enough already?” you tease, breathless.
“Never,” Andrew murmurs, biting your bottom lip.
He softens and some of the throbbing pressure abates. He shifts, repositioning you to lay flat on the bed, slipping out in the process. Your entrance contracts around nothing, emptiness a foreign sensation at this point. His essence slowly seeps out and into the crevice between your legs, a strange yet pleasurable feeling. He worries after your flesh, kissing your bruises and massaging your muscles. Your eyelids grow heavy under his gentle care.
“You did such a good job,” he whispers, running a finger along your opening that’s becoming sorer by the moment. He plants a kiss on the soft skin. “Thank you for letting me fuck your beautiful ass.”
“You’re welcome,” you giggle sleepily into the covers. “Only because you love it so much.”
Andrew laughs, his breath tickling. “I even have a keychain for it.”