Shooting My Shot Pt. 07

[Sorry for the long gap, let's jump right back in.]

A snap rings out as he caps the bottle of lube. My hole, literally up in the air staring right at him, puckers in anticipation. From my view, I can see him smile. From this mirror angle, he looks tall and huge up behind me. It's so hot being able to see him like that.

I watch as he coats his fingers with the lube and then he locks eyes with me through the mirror. He quirks a brow and asks, "Ya ready?"

I gulp as I say, "yes, sir, please."

His grin is intoxicating and I see him position his hand as it disappears from view behind me.

"Remember, only my cock is gonna play with that prostate, so no matter how badly you want it, you better not thrust my fingers deeper into you," he warns.

I give what little semblance of a nod I can muster in this position and he nods in response.

A second later, one of his fingers lightly rests right upon the center of my hole, like it found a bullseye.

My nerves there explode just from his light touch and I feel myself opening for more... not even intentionally. His grin sets even wider and he half snickers as he says, "ohhh such a needy, needy boy.... you're pulsing under my touch!"

There's a teasing undertone to how he's speaking right now and it's turning me on so much.

He dips the tip of his finger inside and it's amazing. I hold still and try not to react. That must tick him off because he plunges his finger inside and starts whirling it around, feeling my inner walls all around. He's a bit shy of my prostate, as promised, and the only thing I want in the entire world is to push back so that finger hits it.

He adds another finger and it starts to burn, but after a few seconds, it subsides. He starts pushing in and pulling out halfway, setting a rhythm. On a thrust forward, I almost lose control and push against him so that he hits my magic spot. I don't though, but I begin yo sweat from resisting.

He chuckles and says, "My, my... it's all you can do to keep from thrashing back against my hand isn't it?"

I say nothing, but moan in obvious frustration.

"Tell you what," he continues, "since you're being such a good boy, I'm going to add a third finger and continue thrusting. Without warning, I'm going to graze that sweet spot... once."

I gasp on an inhale and adjust my arms that are holding me up. My skin is so hot, I feel like I'm about to spontaneously combust.

"Here comes number three," he announces as he slips another finger in, immediately just working it and out with the others.

It feels like he finger fucks me like this for hours as I impatiently wait for him to greet my prostate. I'm about to start to whimper when I feel him push in a little harder. My hole constricts around him as he literally swipes a finger along my prostate in one sweeping motion.

While seeing stars, I make a sound that I've only ever heard a woman make in pornos and I push back in search of his fingers again.

He withdraws himself completely and smacks my ass so hard it stings.

"What did I say...." he teasefully probes.

I grunt in neediness.

His three fingers return, penetrating only halfway in for another minute.

I begin to tremble, legs shaking as I can barely control the urge to plunge down onto his fingers. He obviously notices... I'm literally shaking. He pauses while still inside and says "Ok, ok" as he pats my ass and then bites it!

He removes his fingers and says, "Whoops sorry... it just looks so damn delicious."

I moan in appreciation. I'm willing to get a bit rougher with him if that's what he's into. I decide to wiggle my ass in invitation for more.

He slaps it again so hard that it jolts me to attention. "Don't fucking squirm there like a pathetic whore. You'll take what I give you and say 'thank you.' Don't be greedy."

I about start to heave in response to how fast my heart is beating. I'm in heat. There's no other way to describe it.

He stands and places his foot on my ass as he says, "Don't move."

I couldn't if I wanted to, so I don't react to the command. I hear a faucet running, so he must have went to wash his hands.

He walks back into view and stands there with one arm folded and the other holding his hand to his chin. His lower torso and below are fully visible and I'm once again stunned by the Adonis that he is. His dick is only semi-hard at the moment, but it's long with some girth. It's just so fucking perfect.

He ponders, "What to do with you next...."

I don't dare make a sound. I'm all too happy being under his thumb, I don't want anything to shake him out of it.

He kneels by my head and nudges it up by my chin with his hand. He looks into my eyes, lift his eyebrows with a slight squint, and asks the best question I've ever head in my life. "You ready to get fucked, boy?"

I can't even muster slight strength to hide just how ready and needy I am. It's good that that doesn't seem to be what he wants me to do.

"So, so ready sir," is what I offer.

"How bad do you want it?" He teases.

"More than anything," I respond.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me, sir. Make me moan, squeal in ecstasy."

"Hmmm," he continues. He leans closer, bringing his dick into view. "Look at this cock," he instructs. "You want to be fucked by it? You want it to enter that needy, gapey hole, push past your tight ring and hit all the nerve endings inside that lead to your prostate? Then you want it to collide with that little inner pleasure button again and again and again until you're writhing in pleasure, screaming my name, and begging to shoot cum through your own dick that'll be harder and achier than it's ever been before? Is that what you want?"

I almost spurt just from his words and they break me a little. I cry out, "Yes, yes that's what I want! Please sir, please give it to me. I've been good all afternoon. I want you. I need you. Please, please do it!" I say, panting in my humiliated state of absolute honesty. I can't help but continue, "You're it for me. My literal number one sexual desire. Please have your way with me. Whatever you want, I want to be used to please you. I promise to be good, take what you give, and only say thank you. Please, please just start."

By the time I'm done speaking, his dick is rock hard, lightly touching my cheek. It's darkened in color to an almost painful looking purple. He clears his throat, lifts my cheek with one hand, and says, "Oh, I'm gonna give it to you."

He drops my face and reappears in the mirror right behind me. He's kneeling with his thighs on either side of my ass, aligning his cock with my entrance.

I feel the head of his dick resting on my hole. I think I pulse so hard, I gape a little. He snickers. "Relax, take a deep breath, and welcome me in," he says as his tip finally enters me and I begin to see my wildest fantasy unfold before my eyes.