I freeze midthrust and pull out right away, terrified I’ve hurt him. “Do you want to stop? Or, I’m vers—we could switch places. I could also just take out the ring…”
He turns his head, eyes blazing. “Don’t you dare. Now,fuck my hole.”
Oh. Oh, damn. Okay.
* * *
Rafi
I think I shocked him, and it fills me with pride to think that he doesn’t know how I am in bed.
Oh, he’ll learn.
He slides back into me, too careful, worried about hurting me. I just…I just need that fucking Prince Albert right up against my…
Ooohhh ggggoddd.
There.There.
“Ooooooh. Push it, Daddy. Push it hard. Hit that button, Daddy.”
I’ve never played like that before, but it feels so fucking dirty to say it while he’s…
Ooooooh, there again.
He leans in, whispering rough, “Yeah, baby? You like Daddy’s big cock in your ass, splitting you in two?”
Yes. Yes, I do.
But I’ve lost all coherent speech, only able to communicate with nods and little grunts and high-pitched, openmouthed pigeon sounds. Fuck pride—I’m bent over, forearms plastered against the glass, gasping for air as he jackhammers me from behind. He flicks my nipple, and suddenly breathing is a real challenge because I’m right on the precipice.
It is at this precise moment that he grabs my desperate, leaking cock, stroking me in time with those oh-my-god hip undulations that just make it…so much…
Everything clenches, rattling an orgasm from the deepest part of me. There is literally cum all the way up the glass wall, and my body is still twitching and shorting out and…fuuuuuuck, now he’s coming like a rocket, filling me up, prolonging the buzz until I’m barely hanging on.
Somebody send a plumber. I’m sure my brain just went down the fucking drain on that one. Holy.Fuck.
He tries to ask if I’m okay, but I hold up a finger.
“The Prince Albert stays.”
He starts laughing while still inside of me, and I decide, with the exception of theTitanic-level orgasm he just gave me, this is the best feeling in the world.
Just as I think it can’t get any better, a thought occurs to me.
“Didn’t you say something about an outdoor gun range on the property?”
He laughs harder, gently pulling away from me. I turn around and kiss him, then hug him as he responds. “Uh, yeah. Sure. I’d love to see what you can do with a long-range rifle.”
I grin from my snuggled-in position. “Yes, let’s go!”
“I’m going to try not to take exception to the fact you’re this excited about the gun range after sex with me.”
I shrug, not sure if I’ve quite pulled off innocent. “You can’t blame a guy for wanting to show off his skills, now can you?”
“Well, considering how much I really like your skills, I guess not,” he says, bringing me up for a kiss.
We lean into each other like a couple of drunks, barely standing, all over each other. There’s a steady, repeating sound from another room, and it takes me a few moments, but I recognize clapping when I hear it.
