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Taking the fleshlight from me, he uncaps the lid. “Get the lube.”

I snatch it from the bedside table and click open the lid, ready to pour some on the little hole at the opening. But again, he stops me.

“No, baby.” Arden takes the lube from my grasp and nudges the end of the fleshlight in my face. “You’re going to get this nice and wet. The lube is for me to worry about. Now give it a good lick.”

I shudder, my gaze focusing on the clear silicone entrance. Tentatively, I swipe my tongue across the opening.

“Good boy. Keep going,” Arden urges me.

I take the toy from his hand and begin lavishing at the entrance, letting globs of spit drip into the channel. My pulse races as I watch him squirt some lube onto his fingers, spreading it around his fist.

Setting the bottle aside, he picks up my thigh, my dick leaking a puddle of precum on my lower stomach. But he doesn’t touch me there. Instead, pulling my ankle over his arm, he swipes his fingers between my cheeks, the pad of his pointer finger nudges my hole.

On my side, it feels so different compared to being spread open on all fours. This feels far more intimate. Like we are sharing something. Each other.

My tongue sinks into the channel of the fleshlight, and I groan as Arden presses his slick fingers against my hole. I bear down, desperate to be filled.

His finger dives into me, right to the knuckle. The air in my lungs seizes as I gasp. God, his hands are so much bigger in this form. His fingers too!

Stroking my inner walls, Arden watches me as I tongue fuck the toy. My dick jumps as he grazes my p-spot but doesn’t stay there for long.

“Daddy,” I whine. “It was right there.”

He chuckles, his golden eyes glistening with an animalistic lust. “Don’t worry. You’ll be screaming for mercy when I’m done with you. Now be a good boy and keep that tongue busy.”

I shiver, a wanton moan slipping from my lips. Thrusting his digit in and out of my hole, I can already feel the tingles of my climax building in my belly.

Pumping his wrist, he adds a second finger, scissoring me open. The cold air of the room bites at my burning flesh, but I keep my mouth busy on the toy.

“Look at you, baby. All desperate and pent up, sucking on a toy that’s far too large for you,” Arden mocks me, but with the love in his voice I know he isn’t being a bully. In fact, I love when he humiliates me. It’s a thrill to let go. To not be perfect.

I thrust my hips, meeting his hand as he pumps his fingers into me. Crooking his knuckle, he hits that spot deep inside me that lights up my soul. I yelp with pleasure, my dick jumping and spurting more precum as I grow painfully close to my orgasm.

“Not yet, baby. You’ll be patient for me. Won’t you.” It’s not a question. Arden knows I will be.

I nod, chewing my bottom lip, desperate to find some friction for my aching dick. “Please let me fuck it, Daddy.”

With a grumble that vibrates the bed, he nods. “I guess you deserve it.”

I nearly crumble with relief as I pull the fleshlight from my lips, and a silver string of saliva breaks as I spin the toy.

The feel of my sensitive crown pressing against the entrance has a zing of electricity racing up my spine. It’s so soft and wet with my spit as I rub my skin against the silicone folds.

“Are you going to hump the toy like a dog in heat?” Arden asks.

“Y-Yes,” I whimper.

Sliding my tip into the hole of the fleshlight and watching the color of my skin through the clear tube, I come to the frustrating realization that it’s not as tight as I’d expected. My groan of disapproval has Arden chuckling.

“Not what you expected, baby? Has Daddy’s big cock stretched it?” He coos.

I growl at him, my teeth clenching as I thrust into the fleshlight, chasing any friction I can find. But it’s just not tight enough. Like a loose hand job with far too much spit.

Arden slides a third finger into me, the squelch of lube filling the room. I moan at the hot stretch of my hole as my body adapts to the size of his thick fingers pumping into me.

“You take my fingers so well, baby. Your body’s getting used to being stretched and used.” His praise takes the edge off my disappointment.

I pump my hips, my dick barely touching the inner walls of the tube. It’s just enough to aid the ache in my balls but not nearly enough to push me over the edge.