"Mr— please— I need—"

"Not yet." I kept my voice steady even though my own patience was wearing thin. "I need you ready first."

I added a second finger and he groaned, deep and raw, his head pressing back into the pillow. I worked them both slowly, spreading, stretching, his walls tight around me, his sounds getting louder and less controlled with every stroke. His hips were moving now, rocking against my hand, his cock leaking against his stomach.

"More," he breathed. "Please."

I added a third finger and his back arched completely off the mattress.

"Fuck— Rhen—" His voice broke. "I'm going to cum if you don't stop—"

I...