Page 78 of The Lockdown Mann

“You need my dick?” Des asks. “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

“I need your dick.” The honest words fall out of my mouth because I do need it. I would do anything to have it. I’m so fucking hungry for him.

“That’s good, Oak, because I need that hole too. It’s all I can think about most days. You’re all I can think about.”

I look up at him, hearing that, the words pinging something inside of me—hidden depths and a desire to be something, anything, to Des. I want to be on his mind. I want to be more than this to him, but I don’t know how to say that or if I should say it—not when my situation is what it is.

Neither of us speaks as he pulls the dildo out of me, setting it on the nightstand. We don’t break eye contact as he opens the rubber, then rolls it down that monster cock of his. Des lubes up, then runs his hands up and down my thighs. “Can you take me like this? On your back? So I can look in your eyes when I fuck you? I want to see every expression you make, want to memorize every look you give me, study each expression so I know exactly how to give you the most pleasure.”

The fire in me burns brighter with each word he speaks. “Yes. Fuck yes. Just get inside me.”

Des gives me a cocky grin that makes my heart stumble. I suck in a breath, realizing that one fucking smile stole that too.

Oh no. No, no, no, no. I can’t do this shit. I can’t fall for Des this way. Not now.

“Tell me if you need me to stop or slow down, all right?” he says, not realizing I’m freaking out inside right now.

I nod, then he does the same before he’s pushing my legs back again. I hold them open for him as Des positions his dick at my hole, and then slowly, so fucking slowly, he begins to push inside.

I can’t explain what it’s like to take someone’s dick inside for the first time—not the same as fingers or a dildo. He’s pulsing with energy, his dick throbbing, hot, alive, and so fucking good.

There’s pressure, stretch, a little bit of pain, but he doesn’t rush, caresses my skin with his strong hands and says, “Fuck, baby. Never felt anything like being inside you. Such a perfect hole, Oak. You’re doing so well for me. Look at how well you take my dick.”

His words ease any tension I feel, dim any discomfort until nothing is left except the pleasure Des so expertly gives.

“Check you out. You got all of me in you. You’re killing me. Tightest hole I’ve ever been in.”

The nerves in my ass are firing off with pleasure, and I need more. I say the only words I can manage right now, but I think they’re ones we both feel. “Fuck me, Des.”

His pupils flare, and he says, “I can’t wait to make you come,” before he pulls back, then thrusts forward again. He goes deep, so fucking deep, but starts out slow, building the pressure and speed with each pump of his skilled hips.

I stroke my cock again, hole so fucking full, every movement better than the last one. “Jesus,” I hiss out, back arched. He pulls my legs up, throwing them over his shoulders and leaning forward some, taking me at a slightly different angle and making my brain nearly fucking explode.

“Oh shit. Yes. Right there.”

“You like that, Oak?”

“Yes. Hell yes.”

Des leans over and takes my mouth, tongue pushing past my lips, hips not moving as he continues this pleasure assault he’s giving me.

I had no idea it could be like this, that it could be this good. It’s like I’m fucking flying, like we’re connecting in this way I’ve never been with another person. I’m giving a piece of me to Des that no one has had, that was maybe meant to always just be his.

He pulls back, adjusting his angle again, watching me while he thrusts, my hand treating my dick with pleasure the same way his dick is doing to my ass.

“You’re gonna come for me. I can feel it. You gonna come from my dick?” he asks, voice deep and husky.

“Yes. Fuck me harder. Make me come.”

He basically growls in response, slapping his body against mine in powerful thrusts. The sensation is everywhere, the pleasure building higher and higher until I can’t hold back anymore, my orgasm slamming into me with more strength than the hardest hits I’ve ever taken on the field.

My dick jerks in my hand, cum spurting from my tip, shooting onto my stomach. Des keeps fucking me through it, keeps delivering the most incredible satisfaction with each thrust, until his movements get jerkier, his dick twitching and spasming inside of me.

He lies down on top of me, my cum making our bodies stick together, his hard muscles and warm skin feeling fucking perfect against me.

We just breathe for a few moments, each of us coming down from this high we shared together until he pushes up onto his elbows and looks down at me. “I told you you’d love it. I’m really good,” he says cockily.

“Shut the fuck up.” I laugh at his confidence. He’s right, though. I did love it.