Yearn by A. Ellis (story books for 5 year olds .txt) 📗

hips settled between my legs, our hot, hard cocks rutting together as our mouths and tongues continued to savor and indulge. “You still want this?” Khi asked as he rocked our hips together.

“Yeah,” I panted, pressing kisses against his neck and trailing my hands down his back to grip his firm, round ass. “It’s been a while, may take a bit to work me open.”

Khi groaned as I nibbled at his collar bone. “We’ve got time. Watching you open for me is one of the best parts.” He spent long, luxurious moments mouthing, biting, and tonguing my jawline, neck, chest, and abdomen before nuzzling his nose into my groin and pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. “Roll over,” he said as he reached for the lube and tossed it on the bed.

I rolled to my stomach and spread my legs. Khi moved between them and settled onto his stomach as his hands spread my ass open. The first brush of Khi’s lips against my hole turned my blood to lava and had me grinding my cock into the mattress.

Khi made an appreciative grunting noise before painting a wet stripe from bottom to top as his tongue traveled over my sensitive skin. Seeming pleased with my writhing moans, he set to work tonguing my rim and slowly relaxing the muscle.

Right as I feared I’d possibly explode before he even slid inside, Khi grabbed the bottle of lube and smeared his fingers and my hole. “This okay?”

“Yeah, but make it quick, be better when it’s your dick,” I said, trying to sound demanding, but pretty sure I just sounded desperate.

Khi chuckled and pressed one finger against my entrance with a satisfied hum as the digit slid in easily. “Can you take two so soon?”

I rocked my hips, hissing, “Yes.”

He added the second finger and only then did I gasp at the brief sting. The discomfort eased quickly and I sank into the pleasure Khi’s long, probing fingers provided, especially when he hit my prostate.

Knowing three fingers would be needed before I could take Khi’s cock, I fisted the sheets and thrust my ass into him. “More.”

Before giving in to my begging, Khi shifted up my body and pulled me into an awkward position as he devoured my mouth, his tongue sliding against mine in a hot, slick dance promising the best was yet to come.

Then he was back to the task at hand, slowly working a third finger into my ass. I clenched and hissed against the burn. Khi’s soothing hand on my back and his whispered words of encouragement allowed me to relax enough to ride out the sting.

“You’re so good,” Khi murmured as he continued to work me open and rub my lower back. “So fucking perfect all stretched open for me. Wanna watch you take my cock.”

“Do it. Want you now,” I panted, my body craving the connection.

Khi gently pulled his fingers from my ass before reaching for the condom. “Stand on the floor and lean over the bed,” he said as he ripped open the package.

By the time I’d positioned myself at the edge of the bed, Khi had the latex rolled down his long, thick shaft. Glancing over my shoulder, I had to remind myself the situation was real. Never in a million years would I have thought Khi Harris would be spreading my ass and pressing the wide, lube-slicked head of his cock against my hole. But the intense pressure and flaming burn as he inched into me was enough to remind me just how real it was.

“You good? Too much?” Khi asked through gritted teeth and I appreciated how patient he was being.

“Yeah, keep going, you’re just really thick.”

“Just think about how you’re gonna tear me open when you get that massive dick in me,” Khi teased as he pressed deeper into my ass.

I gasped, both at the sting and the thought of fucking Khi. He’d want that? Want me to top for him? Fuck, yeah.

When Khi finally bottomed out, I took a few moments to adjust to the extreme fullness, savoring his warm hands rubbing soothing circles on my back and ass. “You’re fucking huge,” I panted, but I wasn’t complaining.

“You’re so fucking tight and hot, I’m gonna blow my load within seconds once I start moving,” Khi warned as he gripped my hips and began a slow, thrusting rhythm.

“Fuck,” I panted, grinding my cock against the mattress and fisting handfuls of the bedding. “Faster.”

Khi increased his speed, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room as his fingers bit into my flesh and he plowed into me. As the rhythm of the song from Khi’s phone blended with the slapping of our skin, Khi leaned over me, his chest plastering against my back. “So fucking good,” he growled in my ear before pulling my braids and forcing me to turn so his mouth could capture mine in a dirty, wet kiss. “Wanna feel this ass grip me tight when I come inside you.”

Groaning into the mattress, I savored each thrust as his dick slid in and out, filling me and pegging my gland with each pass. “Not gonna last,” I panted. “Wanna come.”

Khi wrapped an arm around my chest and pulled me with him as he straightened. “Put your knees on the bed,” he instructed, keeping me tight against his body as I lifted my feet from the floor to move into the new position.

Balanced on my knees on the edge of the mattress, the only things keeping me from falling were Khi’s arms around my waist and chest, I reached my arms behind me to grip Khi’s thrusting hips.

With his face buried in the crook of my neck, Khi grunted with each hard, fast upward thrust into my ass. Shifting his arm from my waist just low enough to grip my throbbing cock, Khi stroked me. “Come for me,” he whispered gruffly.

Completely trusting Khi to hold me and not let me fall, I leaned my