Bonus Scene #2 : Let Me Have You Slow Tonight Part 2 | Everything Meant Nothing (Patreon)

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Luke's thumbs spread my hole open. I shivered. Nothing had ever felt so exposing; so fucking intimate but his hands were steady, warm, like he was grounding me, guiding me.

Then I felt his tongue.

A slow, soft flick right against my hole. I gasped into the pillow, my hips jolting forward, but he caught me...palms firm against my ass, holding me still.

“Fuck,” I breathed, eyes fluttering shut. “Luke…”

He moaned in response, low and muffled, as he licked again. Deeper this time. Longer. His tongue circled slow and purposeful, teasing me open. My thighs trembled, knees pressing into the mattress for leverage as my body tried to keep up with what I was feeling.He kept going; soft licks, wet kisses, his tongue pushing into my ass, slow but steady. I whimpered into the pillow, gripping the sheets, already starting to lose control. My cock throbbed against the mattress, leaking onto the sheets, untouched.

Then he pulled back just enough to speak, his voice wrecked. “You taste so fucking good.”His mouth left my skin just long enough for him to shift beside me. I felt his hand glide down my back, then over my ass, gentle and warm. He kissed the back of my shoulder. Then my neck. His voice was quiet.

“Stay like this for me?”

I nodded, still facedown, heart hammering against the mattress.

I felt the mattress shift as he moved. Heard the soft tear of a packet, the wet sound of lube, and then; warm fingers, slowly easing between my cheeks. He spread me gently, reverently. Then one lubed finger, tentative, traced over my hole. I twitched.

“Relax,” Luke whispered. “Just breathe.”I tried. The pressure came again, this time more insistent. A single finger slipped in, slow and careful. My whole body clenched and then loosened as I exhaled shakily.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. Just feels intense.”

He kissed the back of my neck, then moved the finger in a little deeper. Twisted. My breath caught. “Is this okay?”

I nodded. “Keep going.”

He kept working me open, finger pumping gently, then two. I winced a little but didn’t stop him. He kissed my back. My hips. Told me how good I was doing. How beautiful I looked like this.

“I wanna be inside you,” he said after a minute, voice thick with want.

“Yeah,” I breathed. “Yeah. Please.”

The bed dipped again. I looked back just enough to see him roll the condom on. His eyes were dark. Focused. A strand of hair had fallen over his forehead. He lined himself up, guiding the head of his cock towards my hole, and paused. “I’ll go slow,” he said. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

I nodded and buried my face in the pillow. Then I felt him press in. The stretch was sharp at first; my whole body tensed but then he paused, his hands on my hips, and his voice came again. “Breathe, baby. Just breathe.”

I did. And he pushed in a little more. Then a little more.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my fingers twisting in the sheets.

“Does it hurt?”

“Uhm… yeah,” I said honestly, “but keep going.”

He leaned over me, kissed my shoulder. “You’re doing so good. Just let me in. I’ve got you.” He moved slowly, with a patience I didn’t know he had. Inch by inch, he filled me, letting my body adjust, letting me cling to the pillow and ride it out.And then; he was all the way in. His entire cock buried deep inside me.

I gasped into the pillow. The pressure was too much...almost. But also not enough. It hurt, yeah. But not in a way I wanted to stop. In a way that made me feel everything. Like he was in me in a way no one ever had been.The stretch. The fullness. The weight of him. Every part of me clenched around it. It felt like being opened. Like letting someone in too deep. Luke exhaled a shaky breath against my shoulder. “There you go,” he whispered, kissing the back of my neck. “I’m all in.”

And then he started to move.

Slow. Careful. His hips rocked into me with shallow strokes at first, the thick drag of his cock making me whimper with every pull and push.

In and out.

In and out.

The bed creaked quietly beneath us. Our skin sticky, hot, sliding against each other in the dark.

I moaned harder. “Ahh… fuck… Luke--”

He grunted softly, voice low and hungry. “You sound so fucking hot.”

His thrusts picked up, deeper now. Still slow, but more confident. Like he couldn’t help it anymore. Like he needed it as much as I did. I could hear the wet sounds of it; raw and intimate, his cock moving in and out of me. My breath catching with each thrust.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “So tight, baby. So good.”

His hand gripped my waist. The other slid up my back, down to my ass, then grabbed a handful, spreading me wider.“Luke,” I moaned again, louder this time.

He cursed under his breath. “You feel that? My cock inside you?”

I couldn’t speak. Just nodded, face flushed, fingers twisted in the sheets.

And then he started thrusting harder.

Not fast. But deeper. More intense. The bed started to rock.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

His balls slapped against me with every stroke now. My whole body jolting forward from the impact. I was being fucked. Properly. Tenderly. And still, so fucking deep.

“You’re taking it so well,” he moaned. “So fucking well.”I turned my head, breathless, and whispered, “Come cuddle me.”

He stilled for a second. Then pulled out slowly, gently, making me shiver at the loss of him. I rolled onto my side, facing away, and without a word, he climbed in behind me; his warm chest pressing against my back, arm wrapping around my waist.I could feel him still hard against my lower back. Heavy. Hot.

He kissed the back of my neck, then my shoulder, then slid his hand lower, guiding himself back in. One slow push. One deep sigh. We both moaned as he filled me again, spooning me now, holding me like he never wanted to let go.

No rush. Just slow, deep strokes. His lips brushing against my skin. His breath tickling my ear. One hand under my chest, the other gripping my hip as he rocked into me from behind.

Each thrust felt different like this.

Softer. Warmer. Closer.

I could feel everything; the heat of his body, the thickness of his cock stretching me again, the weight of his arm pulling me tighter with every slow roll of his hips.

The room was quiet except for the wet sounds of our bodies, and his soft groans as he fucked me gently from behind. Like he wanted it to last forever.

“Fuck… you feel so good like this,” he breathed against my ear.

And then I felt it; his rhythm changing. Slower, deeper. His grip tightening.

He held me with both hands now, arms wrapped around me, thrusts more intense.

I felt the thickness of him, the way his cock throbbed inside me.

Then a shudder ran through him.

A grunt. A soft gasp.

And he came. Deep. Warm. Filling me.

His body locked around mine, breath catching against my skin.

And for a long moment, we just stayed like that..pressed together, wet and still, his cock buried deep as his breathing slowed.Then he leaned in, lips brushing my ear, and whispered, “Happy fucking birthday, baby.”

I smiled. Couldn’t help it. His arms were still around me, his body warm against mine, his cock still deep inside like he didn’t want to leave. I let my eyes close, the thrum of everything still echoing through me; his breath, his weight, the way he held me like I was something he’d waited for.

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