The sensation was overwhelming, his mouth devouring me from behind, tongue thrusting in rhythm with his hums of satisfaction. I writhed against the sheets, pushing back for more, my body opening to him like a flower in the sun. He added fingers, one then two, scissoring gently while his tongue traced the stretched rim, preparing me until I was loose and aching for him.

When Wayne finally positioned himself, he turned me onto my back, wanting our faces close, our breaths mingling. He hooked my legs over his broad shoulders, folding me nearly in half, his cock—thick and veined, already leaking at the tip—nudging against my entrance. He pushed in...