CHAPTER 189: SHOULD I FUCK YOU, POOKIE?

Augustine’s index finger slid deep into Charles’ tight hole without warning, eliciting a guttural scream from Charles’ lips.

"Arrrrrrrrghhhh’l

Charles’ body tensed, his muscles coiling as he struggled to adjust to the sudden intrusion.

Charles’ hole tightened around Augustine’s probing finger, his body shuddering as he bit down on the mattress in an attempt to stifle the moans that threatened to erupt from his lips.

His fists clenched, his knuckles turning white as he fought to contain the building intensity of his pleasure, his body quaking beneath Augustine’s touch.

Augustine didn’t move a muscle as he waits for Charles to adjust to his finger invasion.

After a moment, Augustine let out a soft breath, his finger slowly sliding out of Charles’ clenching hole.

"Fuck, you’re so tight," he purred, his voice thick with lust. "How am I going to fit my monster cock in that sweet ass of yours?"

His eyes gleamed with mischief, the playful smirk on his face revealing his eager anticipation as he positioned himself behind Charles’ trembling body.

Deep down, the words of Augustine didn’t need an answer because Augustine already had a plan brewing in his head.

His body hummed with anticipation, eager to claim Charles’ tight, quivering hole.

But first, he needed to prepare Charles for the onslaught that was to come.

"Pookie, breathe," Augustine murmured, sensing Charles’ body tensing with apprehension.

Charles’ muscles had coiled tight, like a spring about to snap. "I won’t hurt you," Augustine reassured him, his words a sensual caress.

Charles swallowed hard as he breath out, his chest rising and falling.

Augustine wants Charles minds to drift away from the pain that was going to engulf his ass hole.

"That’s it," Augustine cooed, his voice a velvet stroke against Charles’ senses. "Now, all I want you to do is think about the way I kiss you."

Charles’ mind focused on the memory of Augustine’s lips on his, the erotic tingle that always spread through his body when their mouths met.

His heartbeat slowed, his muscles relaxing as he submitted to the sweet distraction of Augustine’s words.

As Charles’ thoughts drifted to the intoxicating memory of their kiss, Augustine’s finger slipped back inside Charles hole.

The movement was slow and gentle, the knuckle of his finger moving in a sensuous circle as it penetrated Charles’ quivering flesh.

Augustine’s free hand massaged Charles’ lower back, his touch a soothing balm against Charles’ skin as he whispered, "Relax, pookie. I’m going to make this feel good."

Charles didn’t scream. He only arched his back but remained composed.

"Good job baby boy." Augustine cooed, his praise a soothing salve against Charles’ nerves.

He withdrew his left hand from Charles back and grab the bottle of body oil.

Augustine tipped the container over his hand, letting a generous amount drip onto his index finger which was inside Charles ass hole.

The lubrication ease the path as Augustine added a second finger to Charles ass hole.

Charles’ back arched as he pressed his face into the mattress, his cries muffled against the sheets. "Ohhh... fuck... fuckkkkkkkkkk!"

Tears streaked down his cheeks, the pain a searing reminder of the merciless invasion that stretched his passage.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrghhh..."

The scream of Charles overpowered the romantic song that was playing in the background.

He was in pain and it was far from pleasurable pain.

He clenched his fists, the bedding bunching beneath his fingers as he bit into the mattress, the bitter taste of cotton doing little to quell the relentless agony that radiated through his body.

The pain was unbearable and it was unlike anything that Charles had expected.

Augustine have always knew that the first time of penetration is painful but when the persons gets used to it, then they would start to enjoy the pleasure that comes after it.

Augustine’s fingers remained buried inside Charles’ ass hole, stretching him wider as he leaned forward to press tender kisses against the soft skin of Charles’ buttocks.

"Shhh," Augustine whispered against Charles’ flesh, his breath warm against the tender crevice of his butt cheeks. "It’s going to get better, okay?"

Following Augustine’s words, he added a third finger.

"No... No... no... I can’t... I can’t..."

"Breathe, pookie," Augustine whispered, his voice a gentle caress against the taut skin of Charles’ buttocks.

Augustine watched with fascination as Charles’ anus tightened and pulsed around his three fingers, the muscles clenching and quivering in response to the relentless intrusion.

"Relax," Augustine murmured, his thumb gently rubbing circles against Charles’ buttocks.

Augustine three fingers didn’t move an inches for a complete minute, giving Charles the opportunity to take in a proper deep breath.

After that, Augustine slowly slide his fingers slightly out of Charles hole and then he slide back in.

"Fuckkkkkkkkkkk...."

Charles arched his back, and at first, pain was the only thing that was crushing through his entire veins.

But, as the minutes ticked by and the initial shock of penetration faded, Charles’ breathing began to ease, his body slowly surrendering to the pleasure that lurked beneath the pain.

Augustine’s fingers twisted and thrust, each movement heightening the sensations that coursed through Charles’ body, his fingers gliding in and out of the slick, tight heat of Charles’ passage.

"Off... fuck yes..." Charles moaned in pleasure.

"How feels it feels now baby boy?" Augustine purred, talking dirty at Charles, his voice low and velvety.

Charles’ heart was pounding wildly in his chest, his cock hardening further with each thrust of Augustine’s fingers as the sensations of pleasure threatened to overwhelm him.

"Tell me, baby boy... do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to keep fucking you?" Augustine rumbled, his voice low and tantalizing.

Charles’ breath caught in his throat, his chest heaving with the rapid beat of his heart as he tried to formulate a response.

"Ah... Augus-" the name fell from Charles tongue, breathy and trembling.

"Tell me what you want, baby boy," Augustine growled, his fingers increasing their pace, the slick digits gliding in and out of Charles’ tight hole with rhythmic precision.

Charles’ body trembled as his asshole clenched around Augustine’s fingers, his passage grasping the digits with each thrust, the pressure of the penetration both agonizing and exhilarating.

"Please," Charles whimpered, his voice a mere whisper as he pleaded for more.

Charles back arched against the bed as a low moan slipped out of him—

"Mmm... yes..."

"Should I stop or do you want me to continue?" Augustine went on to ask.

"Con... continue." Charles breath out.

Each breath Charles took came with a sound— sometimes a sharp inhale, other times a deep, throaty moan that grew louder with every touch.

"Should I fuck you, pookie?" he teased, his voice dripping with sensual seduction.

Charles bit his lip, the erotic onslaught of sensations making it hard for him to think clearly. "Yes," he gasped, his voice a raw whisper as he pleaded for release.

"I can’t hear you, Pookie."

Charles nod firmly, almost as if he was compelled. "Oh God... don’t stop Augustine," Charles whimpered, voice laced with desperation and need. "Please fuck me with your dick... make love to me and make me yours." He added.