Page 128 of Deviant Need

My hand moves down, and I wrap it around his cock, stroking him slowly in time with my movements.

“So good for me,” I murmur against his ear.

He turns his head, and I kiss him, deep and slow, swallowing his moans. The pace stays steady and unhurried, both of us savoring every sensation. My stitches ache, but I don’t care, too focused on the way he feels around me, the way he sounds when I hit that spot inside him just right.

Letting go of his cock, I reach for the nightstand and fumble with the drawer, keeping my rhythm steady inside him. My fingers find what I’m looking for, and I pull out the dildo we bought last week but haven’t used yet.

“Danya,” I say against his ear, holding it where he can see. “Want to try something?”

He looks at it, and his breath catches. “Yes,” he gasps. “Please, yes.”

I reach for the lube and slick up the toy thoroughly, making sure it’s coated, before pressing the tip of the dildo against his entrance alongside my cock.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

“More,” he breathes, pushing back against me despite the stretch.

Working the toy in slowly, I push it against his stuffed entrance where my cock is already buried deep. His rim stretches wider, the muscle taut and straining as I work the dildo in alongside me.

The resistance makes the slide slow, his body fighting to accommodate both even as he pushes back, wanting more. I get another inch inside and his hole gapes around both of us. He gasps, his hand flying back to grip my hip hard.

“Breathe. You’re doing so good.”

He forces himself to relax, his body slowly opening up to accept more. I work the toy in gradually, inch by careful inch, feeling the way his walls stretch around both my cock and the dildo. The pressure is incredible, the tight heat of him amplified by how full he is. When it’s finally seated fully inside him alongside my cock, we’re both trembling.

“Fuck,” he gasps.

“I know,” I say, staying completely still to let him adjust. “You feel incredible like this. So tight.”

I start moving slowly, pulling the toy out slightly when I thrust in deep, then pushing it back when I pull out. The rhythm keeps him constantly filled and stretched, alternating the pressure so he never gets a moment of relief, never gets used to it.

Every thrust makes him whimper, and I adjust the angle so the toy grinds against his prostate when my cock pulls back, then my cock hits it when the toy slides out.

“Feel that?” I murmur against his ear. “Feel how full you are? How stretched?”

“Yes. I’m so full, I can’t⁠—”

“You can,” I assure him, keeping the pace slow. “You’re taking it perfectly.”

“Right there,” he gasps. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop, I need⁠—”

Sweat builds between us, and I know how close he’s getting from the way his entire body tenses, from the desperate sounds spilling from his mouth.

“Come for me,” I say softly.

His orgasm tears through him while his hole clenches rhythmically around us. The sensation drags me over the edge, and I bury myself deep, grinding against him as I come inside him, filling him up even more while the toy stays seated and we’re both shaking through it. I ease the toy out, and he whimpers.

“I want to keep my cock inside you,” I murmur against his neck, wrapping my arms around him.

He hums, his body relaxing against mine, his hole squeezes around my softening cock. I press a kiss to his shoulder, both of us catching our breath while I stay buried inside him.

“That was incredible.”

“We’re definitely doing that again. I love you so much, Danya.”

“I love you too, Misha.”

My lips trail soft kisses across his shoulder as I breathe him in, that watermelon scent making my head spin. If I could freeze this moment and stay here forever, I would. My cock still inside him, his body relaxed and satisfied from coming. I’ll never get enough of him, of his perfect body and the way he feels around me.