His hand on my dick matched the rhythm of his tongue as he rimmed me without a trace of disgust. Kinn used his shoulder to keep me from closing my legs and continued lapping at my asshole until it was almost too much. I groaned, panting hard. My legs shook and my stomach tensed from my rapidly approaching orgasm.
My dick was so hard it hurt, and I felt like I could come at any second. “K-Kinn!” I cried as I reached down to stroke myself, increasing my pace to match the rhythm of his tongue.
Kinn lifted his face away to kiss my thigh again. His other hand grabbed the lube and squirted it on his finger, and I shuddered when I felt the cold gel around my rim.
“Ugh, Kinn! I…I c-can’t,” I stuttered. My body immediately stiffened up, my toes curling tightly as he pushed a finger inside of me. I almost came at the slightest intrusion. It hurt, but the pain quickly subsided. Kinn continued pushing until his finger went in to the knuckle.
I tried to control my breathing, willing my body to relax so I wouldn’t be so tight around him. Kinn bent down to nuzzle my leg again and started deftly moving his finger. My body jerked when his finger brushed something inside of me; Kinn smirked and took the chance to repeatedly attack my prostate. I squeezed the pillow I was holding as I enthusiastically stroked myself with my other hand. My mind started to go blank as a tingling sensation settled in my groin.
“Nnngh…K-Kinn,” I moaned his name.
“Yes? What is it, hmm?” he asked, his voice breathy and gentle in my ear. He added a second finger and continued massaging my prostate until I spasmed and spilled all over my stomach with a loud moan.
Kinn looked quite pleased with himself as he withdrew his fingers. I was still panting when he moved to lie down behind me against the back of the couch. He straightened his body and swiftly pushed his pants down to his knees.
“Put it on for me?” he asked, shoving a condom in my hand. My head was still hazy, but I took the offered wrapper and tore it open with my teeth before rolling the condom onto Kinn’s hard cock.
Kinn moaned at my touch. He quickly pulled his shirt off before grabbing the lube and slicking his dick. Then he turned me on my side, lifted one of my legs, and pressed himself against me. I shuddered, but I felt too weak to resist him.
Kinn nuzzled his nose at the nape of my neck and whispered, “Can you turn around?”
I did as he asked and received another passionate kiss; then I felt him slowly push into me. I frowned when the head of his dick breached my tight hole, but he kept kissing me as if it would take away the pain.
Kinn groaned in his throat and started to shallowly thrust until he could finally bury himself to the hilt. I yelped and tried to pull away, but he swallowed my cry with another kiss. My face contorted in pain from being stuffed full. His cock throbbed inside me, the sensation so much more intense than the first time we had sex. He started thrusting his hips again, leaning back to look at my ass.
“Mmm, feels so fucking good,” Kinn moaned, his voice thick with arousal. He finally let go of my leg to grab hold of my hips, forcing them to move up and down on his dick as he pleased. His other hand pushed into the sofa, lifting him up to look down at himself as he fucked me. I wasn’t sure why, but watching him watch me was really hot—I had to hide my face and dig my nails into the cushions to relieve some of the tension. I moaned and cried out his name.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight!” Kinn moaned, closing his eyes in an expression of pure bliss. He snapped his hips a few more times before slowing down and fucking me deeper. I stopped breathing whenever he hit that spot inside of me, sending me into full-body shivers. I bit my lip as he kept hitting my prostate and snaked my hand down to stroke myself.
“I can’t hold on anymore,” Kinn hissed, his breathing ragged. He pulled out and pushed me flat on my back, hovering above me and repositioning my hips. He stroked his cock again, making sure that the condom was still in place. Then, he pushed one of my legs wide open and abruptly shoved his cock back inside.
My face screwed up in pain at the unexpectedly brutal thrust. Kinn bent forward to bracket me between his arms, rocking his hips without waiting for me to adjust. I grabbed the throw pillow again and hugged it tightly to ground myself.
“Ow! You’re going too hard. Damn it, Kinn!” I cried, my voice shaking. His frantic pace rocked my body back and forth uncontrollably.
I squeezed my eyes shut as pleasure washed over me; the way Kinn was fucking me now was so damned sexy that I couldn’t stop myself. My mind whited out again as my orgasm approached.
“Fuck, this feels so good,” Kinn moaned, his brows knitted from the overwhelming sensations. I was right there with him; this round was pretty fucking phenomenal. It felt way better than any other time we’d fucked before—and it somehow felt more intimate. I was more sensitive to Kinn’s dick this time, almost like I could feel it throbbing as he thrusted into me. It was incredible!
“Did…did you change the brand of condoms you’re using?” I asked, biting my lip again when Kinn’s thrusts grew even more frantic. I threw my hand above my head and clutched the backrest to steady myself.