He rummaged through the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a tube. It was gel.
With my left leg stretched long toward my shoulder, he lifted my hips again, adjusting his hold on me, and squeezed a generous amount of gel between my legs.
“Ugh…”
My shoulders flinched at the slightly cool touch on my hot, damp, flushed skin. He only glanced down at me, silently pouring out a copious amount of gel, enough to trickle down over his testicles and penis, and into the valley between my buttocks.
Just the sensation of the sticky liquid, which had quickly turned lukewarm, sliding over my tender skin was enough to make my raised ass twitch.
With every twitch, I could vividly picture the entrance to my hole changing shape, its every transformation on full display before his eyes, but I couldn’t stop reacting.
Spreading the gel over my entire groin with his palm, he bit my right buttock and gently pressed his middle finger against one side of my anal entrance.
“Hngh, hhuu…”
I twisted my hips from side to side at the sensation of the entrance parting and the liquid flowing in. The hole widened further, letting in more gel, and taking advantage of the opening, his finger slid smoothly inside my body along with the slick liquid.
It was a different feeling from when his tongue had entered. The sensation of insertion was distinct—of my entrance being parted and my inner walls being rubbed by something that had bones and joints, something harder yet more flexible than a tongue.
I felt the web between his fingers catch at the entrance, and he rotated his wrist a full circle, sweeping over the lining. The muscles of my buttocks twitched at the sensation of his fingertip lightly, ticklishly scratching the inside, and with that twitch, I felt myself clench down below.
At that involuntary contraction, his eyes, looking down at me, narrowed.
“Later, you can’t do this. If you clench like this… it’ll break.”
His cracked voice revealed his arousal, and the utmost restraint he was using to suppress it.
Though he was the one giving the caresses, I was certain that he was just as stimulated by the situation as I was.
It seemed my unconscious clenching had aroused him. The pace of his thrusts inside me was quickening.
His brow furrowed and his jaw clenched tight, his expression was like that of a man struggling to suppress a colossal rage that threatened to consume him. The arm wrapped around my waist was so tight it chafed my skin, but neither he nor I had the mind to care.
It was only a single finger, yet the rapid pace at which he thrust vertically from top to bottom, with no wasted force, made my whole body jolt as if he were pressing down not with his finger, but with the strength of his hips or his entire lower body.
“Uungh, ngh… hngh, hhu…”
My shuddering breaths, in time with the rhythm of his thrusts, were obscene, directly evoking the lewd in-and-out happening between my legs. Because of the gel slicking the space between the membrane and his finger, the sound effects of the act were squelching and raw.
That a part of his body was moving in and out of mine through a part too private to name. That he was absorbed in and aroused by the act of rapidly fucking my insides, panting like a savage beast.
—Just the awareness of it made my cock twitch, a rising sensation similar to the thrill just before ejaculation was washing over me.
“You’re soft. To the point it’s unbelievable you’re a Beta.”
With his elbow bent at a right angle, he fucked my insides so fast I couldn’t see how many fingers he was using, all while continuing to bite my right buttock.
“But this won’t be enough for real sex. You need to open up more.”
He seemed urgent now.
The entire time he was caressing me and opening me up, his cock had been prodding my back. No matter how outstanding an Alpha’s sexual prowess was, if he had endured this long in such a state of arousal, he must have reached a point where he couldn’t bear it without direct stimulation to his penis.
He set my lower body down and picked up the gel again. I was able to close my legs a little more than when they had been lifted. As my legs settled into a more comfortable position, the tension in the muscles around my anus eased as well.
Instead of squirting the gel directly onto my skin, he dispensed it into his palm and rubbed it over my tender flesh.
“Hngh, ugh.”
My thighs, made utterly sensitive by the prolonged foreplay, flinched at the mere touch of his hand.
His fingers, thicker than before, having added more, slid in without resistance. To push more gel inside, he spread his fingers apart within me. Every time I gasped and moaned, my hole would twitch, letting the gel seep in little by little. It was astonishing that my anus possessed such sensitive nerves, to the point I could feel everything.
My hips lifted at the touch of his fingertips, which slowly advanced deeper, massaging the membrane in a circular motion.
Watching my reaction carefully, he sat up. His fingers continued to grope my inner walls, as if spreading the gel evenly over the entire lining.
With my left leg still stretched long beside my right shoulder, he gathered both my legs and placed them on his right thigh. This time, my legs were closed, so much so that his hand was wedged between my thighs.
“Uuuungh… hngh…”
In that position, the deep, pressing entry of his fingers made my chin jut up, my suspended hips trembling. Even though he was already all the way in, he repeatedly rotated his wrist back and forth, as if wanting to burrow even deeper.
And then the assault began.
A frantic in-and-out of rapid speed and strong pressure ravaged my insides, which had melted into the consistency of soft-serve ice cream.
The force of him pushing me up with the strength of his entire shoulder and arm, not just his fingers, made my breath shudder as if I were in a washing machine on the spin cycle.
With his fingers straight, or bent, shallowly around the entrance, or deep as if to shove his fist in—thump, thump.
At the persistent insertion that attacked my insides, varying in direction and depth but maintaining a consistently fast pace, I kept shaking my head and moaning, not even conscious of what I was reacting to.
“Haah… ah, haahk…”
Being penetrated in a relaxed, limp state with all tension gone was far more stimulating than when my ass was lifted and my muscles were taut. My muscles were loose, with almost no strength to resist the foreign object parting my insides.
As he pushed in, I let him push in, my insides already conquered to their deepest point. At the unfamiliar yet stimulating foreignness that made me feel so full, I unconsciously fumbled for his calf, which was stretched out beside my right shoulder, and wrapped my arms around it.
“De, deep… too fas…”
No words could form completely, their ends cut off. My uncontrolled, ragged breaths sounded undeniably like moans. My gaze, trembling as I looked up at him pleadingly, grew moist. His eyes, looking down at me as he bit his lower lip hard, also glistened with a feverish light. The veins on his right arm, which was shaking me, stood out starkly.
“Uuh, hhuu.. Ahh!”
For a moment, he bent his fingertips and pressed down hard on a certain spot, and my eyes flew open as I sucked in a breath at the unfamiliar sensation.
At the jolt that struck through me like a short bolt of lightning, I bit down on his calf and frantically rubbed and caressed his tautly bunched thigh.
“Fucking driving me crazy.”
“Hngh!”
As if yanking the plug from the bottom of a full bathtub, he spat out a curse and his hand slid out from below me.
Then he quickly changed his position, pushing his knee between my thighs. My legs were forced apart again by the outward pressure, and he settled between them, kneeling.
Sliding his spread thighs under mine, he took his cock in his hand.
Considering the weight one could roughly surmise from its girth and length, the rigid angle his penis was maintaining was unbelievable. Sprouting from between his sweat-drenched, thick pubic hair, it looked impossible for it to ever fit inside me.
Gripping the middle of his shaft, he aimed the head at my entrance and rubbed the glistening precum from the thick glans around the opening several times, as if it were some magic aphrodisiac that would make the seemingly impossible penetration possible.
While doing so, he licked his own lower lip several times. Then he grabbed my hand, which was limp from the prolonged foreplay, and pulled. I sat up, naturally ending up in a position straddling his thighs.
Pulling off my shirt, which was half-on, half-off, from the nape of my neck, he kissed my collarbones and upper chest.
“This position is the best to keep it from hurting. Just let me in as much as it doesn’t hurt. I know my own size, I have a conscience. I won’t complain about that.”
Perhaps my eyes looked anxious as I looked down. He took my hand and brought it to our groins, which were rubbing together, making me feel for my own hole to confirm.
“See, it’s still open.”
The feeling of his fingers overlapping mine, fondling the entrance together, was indescribably erotic. My eyelids trembled faintly, and my chest swelled. He rubbed his lips against that swollen chest, then lifted his chin to lick my lower lip and whisper.
“It’s even softer on the inside. I’m so fucking excited I could die.”
Sucking my lower lip in to chew on it, his eyes as he looked up at me were wet, as if in a dream.
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