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Drool dribbles down his chin, his hair growing messier with every commanding tug of my fingers. He looks absolutely beautiful like this—wrecked, undone, and completely mine.
His hand sinks below my balls, his thumb brushing over my hole.
I shudder beneath him.
He releases my cock from his mouth, his lips glossy and swollen. “Can I touch you here? Get you ready for me?”
I nod, grabbing under my knees and drawing them back.
He grabs the oil from his nightstand and slicks up his fingers. Carefully, he traces one across my rim and slowly presses inside.
Despite being a single finger, it’s thick. The stretch makes me gasp, my head tossing back against the pillow.
He pauses. “Micah—”
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Keep going. Fill me.”
My nerve endings light up as Lucan’s finger sinks down to the knuckle. His other hand gently caresses my calf, his touch soothing.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, rubbing another finger against my ass. “Such a pretty little thing.”
A gasp tears from my throat as he sinks it inside.
The stretch burns, but it’s incredible. He pumps his fingers in a slow rhythm, probably to let my body adjust, but it feels an awful lot like teasing. He spreads his fingers apart to stretch me open.
My back arches off the mattress. I rock down against his thick fingers, my cock leaking helplessly against my stomach.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” A third finger grazes my slick entrance, barely pressing inside. “Being so good for me—letting me stretch this perfectly tight hole.”
“Yeah?” I bite my lip, deciding to tease him right back. “Gonna fill me up with that giant dick?”
A smirk twitches on his lips. “You have no idea how desperate I am to get inside you, Doc.”
Lucan is still fully clothed, but the massive bulge in his trousers is clearly visible.
“Want you.” My voice comes out hoarse and desperate. “Fuck me already.”
He shakes his head. “Need to stretch you some more first.”
“Lucan!” I whine, my patience growing thin.
“Alright, okay.” Slowly, he withdraws his fingers with an audible squelch, leaving me feeling empty. “I’ll give you what you want now.”
He slowly strips off his clothes, revealing his broad, bare chest and big belly. His pecs are soft and covered in a thick layer of hair. He fists his cock, squeezing at the base as though seeking some much-needed relief.
“How do you want me?” he asks, crawling back onto the bed. “What would make you most comfortable, sweetheart?”
My heart flutters.
Fuck, he’s so sweet.
“Like this,” I insist, pulling him closer. “Wanna see your face.”
He hums. “Me too.”
I lift my hips as he grabs a pillow and slides it beneath my ass. Cupping the backs of my knees, I pull my legs toward my chest as he hovers above me, bracing his arms on either side of my head. His body heat radiates against me, covering me like a warm blanket.
My breath hitches when his tip brushes against my hole. Despite his sheer size, I’m not afraid. I just want to feel him like this—to surrender and let him claim me from the inside.
