The burn is incredible. His fingers are thick, knuckles catching on my rim with each thrust. He's stretching me open, but missing my prostate with every thrust.
“Connor, fuck me properly or get out of the way so I can do it myself.”
His eyes narrow, pupils blown so wide the hazel is almost gone. “Watch that fucking mouth.”
Each breath comes in short gasps as I writhe, trying to get his fingers where I need them. “My ass, my rules.”
“Your ass? The same one that's clenching down on my fingers like it's desperate? That's gonna milk my cock dry?” He spreads his fingers as his other hand wraps around the base of my cock, squeezing until it hurts just right. “No, Ryan. This is my ass.”
The loudest, filthiest moan punches out of me, my good hand fisting the sheets as he pounds three fingers into me.
His eyes are locked on where I'm leaking steadily onto my stomach. “You’re making such a fucking mess. Haven't even gotten my dick in you yet and you're dripping.”
“Then stop talking and—”
He pulls his fingers out suddenly, and I whine. “Miss being filled already?”
“Shut up and get inside me.” My chest is heaving, sweat already making my shirt stick to my skin.
He tears the condom open, moves his jersey out of the way, then rolls it on. The slide of his hand over his cock as he slicks himself up makes my mouth water.
I hook my left hand behind my good knee, pulling it up to my chest to open myself wider.
He leans forward, bracing one hand on the mattress. His other hand holds the base of his cock as he lineshimself up. “You're mine.” He pushes in, his swollen head breaching my rim. “Every scar. Every tear. Every. Single. Breath. It's all mine.”
My head drops back, eyes closing halfway. “Connor . . .”
He starts to pull back, then pushes in slowly, not giving me more than an inch or two.
I growl, moving to try to take more of him in. “Swear to fuck—”
Connor bottoms out with a hard thrust, balls slapping against my ass. “Fuck, baby. You’re so tight.”
“Oh, God.” I clench around him, my cock twitching and leaking more precum. “So . . . full.”
“Do that again and this is gonna be over real quick.”
“Then fuck me like you mean it.”
Connor leans over me, arms braced on the mattress on either side of my shoulders. I'm still holding my left leg to my chest with my good hand, while my right leg hooks around his hip, trying to pull him deeper.
He pulls out until just the tip's inside, then slams back in. “Like that, baby?”
“Harder.”
“Demanding fucker.” But he does it, pulling out and driving back in with more force, each thrust pushing me up the bed.
The angle is good with him leaning over me like this, but not quite right, not deep enough. “More. I need more.”
Connor's breathing hard, sweat beading along his forehead. “Greedy. So fucking greedy.”
He shifts, changing the angle slightly, his arms still caging me in. The next thrust grazes my prostate. Close but not enough.
“Connor, please.”
He stops moving and sits up, still buried inside me. “Put both legs over my shoulders. I’m going to fold you in half while I wreck this pretty hole.”
Jesus fuck.
