Ask him to finger fuck you first
From Create Your Own Story
Your breath hitches as you reach for the lube, fingers brushing against the cool plastic bottle before handing it to Hank. Sinking back onto all fours, you arch your back—presenting yourself, your ass rising like an offering. The air between you crackles with anticipation.
Hank doesn't waste time. The squelch of lube coating his fingers is obscenely loud in the quiet room. Then—cold, slick pressure against your tight rim, circling, teasing before sinking in with torturous slowness. The stretch burns sweetly as one thick finger works deeper, lubed to perfection, gliding effortlessly until you're gasping.
"Fuck, yeah... just like that," you moan as he scissors a second finger inside, stretching you wider. His knuckles grind against your walls, the drag deliberate, maddening. By the time he adds a third, your hole is throbbing—flushed and slick, clenching around his thrusting fingers like it's already trying to milk his cock.
His chuckle is dark, approving. "Look at you, taking my fingers like a champ." The words rumble against your spine as his free hand grips your hip, holding you steady for the relentless stretch. "Bet you can't wait for what comes next, can you?"
