She shoved two fingers straight up my ass without warning, her other hand gripping my cock like she owned it. "Fuck, you're tight," she muttered, twisting her knuckles deeper while I grunted and spread my legs wider on the bed. No teasing, no slow build—just her middle and ring fingers pumping in and out of my hole, slick with spit and lube, hitting that spot inside me that made my balls ache. I pushed back against her hand, wanting more, and she laughed low and dirty. "Yeah, you like getting finger-fucked, don't you?"
Her thumb rubbed over my prostate with every thrust, and my cock jerked in her fist, leaking all over her knuckles. She didn't stroke me nice and easy; she jerked me rough, matching the pace of her fingers slamming into my ass. "Take it," she said, adding a third finger and stretching me open. The burn mixed with the pressure until my whole body shook. I could hear the wet sounds every time she pulled out and shoved back in, my hole making sloppy noises around her hand. Precum dripped down my shaft onto my stomach, and she smeared it over the head with her thumb, never letting up on the fingerfucking.
I reached down and spread my cheeks for her, giving her better access. "Deeper," I growled. She obliged, curling her fingers hard and grinding against that sensitive gland until I was moaning like a slut. My ass clenched around her, trying to pull her in further, and she responded by fucking me faster, her wrist twisting with each thrust. "Look at you, hole swallowing my fingers like it's starving," she said, voice thick with lust. My cock throbbed in her grip, close to blowing, but she squeezed the base tight to hold me back.
She pulled her fingers out with a wet pop, only to spit on my gaping hole and push four fingers back in. The stretch made me curse and buck, but she held me down with her body weight, her tits pressed against my thigh. "Relax and take it," she ordered, working her hand in a steady rhythm that had me seeing stars. Every stroke dragged over my prostate, milking thick strings of precum from my cock. She caught some on her tongue and licked it off, then went right back to jerking me while her fingers pounded my ass.
I came hard without her even stroking the shaft much—just her fingers buried deep, flexing inside me, and her palm rubbing the head. Cum shot across my chest in heavy ropes, my ass pulsing around her hand. She didn't stop; she kept fingerfucking me through it, drawing out every spurt until I was shaking and oversensitive. When she finally eased her fingers out, my hole felt empty and used, twitching for more. She wiped her hand on my thigh and climbed up to straddle my face. "Now clean me up," she said, lowering her wet pussy onto my mouth. I licked and sucked, tasting her while my ass still throbbed from the raw fingering she'd just given me.
We didn't stop there. Later that night she had me on all fours again, this time with her thumb hooked inside me while she sucked my cock. Every time I tried to thrust into her mouth she pushed her thumb deeper, reminding me who was in control of my pleasure. By the end I was begging for her fingers again, and she gave them to me—two, then three, then four—until I came down her throat with my ass stretched wide around her hand. She swallowed every drop, then kissed me so I could taste myself on her tongue, both of us sticky and satisfied from the filthy, direct way she'd taken my ass.
