I violently shook my head. “Keepgoing.”
I pushed against him, but he was careful—and painfully slow—as he slid the two digits in and out of me, opening me a little more.
I pulled at his arm. “Now, Gideon. Please.Now.”
He still looked uncertain, so I gripped his massive shoulders. “Now,” I gritted out.
His brows stitched together as he fit himself against my hole, looking like he could devour me. If I happened to imagine him as a marauding pirate taking my innocence, well…that was my business and no one else’s.
I wondered, randomly, if he’d enjoy any role-play around not taking no for an answer…
Another pearl of precum escaped my slit as he pressed into me carefully, deliberately.
“Fuck, you’re stretching me, big boy,” I moaned, loving the therapeutic pain. “Look at my ruined hole, struggling to keep up.”
He looked down, his chest rising rapidly as he witnessed what I’d described. Grunting, he pushed in the rest of the way.
“You like it, don’t you? Stretching and owning me like this?”
Gideon’s lip curled up. “Yes.”
I pulled my knees back, and he bit his lip in concentration, thrusting back in, splitting me in two.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I said, loving how that faint bit of praise reddened his cheeks.
Duly noted.
When he finally bottomed out, I wrapped my legs around him, kissing him with all I had. Fuck, he was everything.
Gideon reciprocated my passion while slowly pumping in and out of me. As my body acclimated to his rather large invasion, Gideon trailed kisses down my neck, sucking on the divot at the base of my throat, driving me crazy.
We moved together, rocking up and down, perfectly aligned, his fat head hitting every fucking nerve inside me.
“So close to coming,” he gritted, clenching his jaw. “I don’t wanna stop, but I don’t want it to end so soon.”
“Come whenever you want,” I said, my eyes rolling back in my head. “This won’t be the last time we’re together.”
His snarly concentration dissolved into a beautiful grin, like daybreak over a line of mountains. “Really?” he asked, slowing down his hips.
I blinked and looked up at him, nodding as he slowly dragged his cockhead across my prostate. “Yeah,” I choked out.
Gideon responded by drowning me in kisses as his hips picked up speed. I retightened my legs around him, meeting him thrust for thrust, snaking my hand between us to grab my cock.
He stopped kissing and knocked my hand away. “Mine,” he said, taking me with a rough, impossibly strong grip.
I was not gonna complain about that.
He kept it simple, stroking me in time with his hip thrusts. Everything about this was so right and good. My body was relaxed and on fire, as if he already knew, intimately, all my sensitive spots.
He went back to kissing my neck, and that was it. I was done. With his colorful hand on my cock, his thick length lighting up my insides, and his lips on the sensitive skin of my neck, I was a goner. My balls and undercarriage pulsed, and my cock jumped as cum shot between us, getting a little bit in his beard. He laughed, intensifying every sensation, both inside and out.
He kept thrusting, milking me, taking me for everything.
“You are so fucking good at that,” I praised, still pushing against him. “You made me come so hard.”
I clenched around him, and he snarled into a murderous look, his body, all his muscles, straining. I wished I could feel the heat of his cum filling me as he pumped his hips, wordless, messy, uncoordinated. He was so strong that, in the end, he banged me up against the headboard. I didn’t mind it, though—a little sexual head trauma was good for the soul.
Finally, he collapsed on top of me, my poor hole aching as he slipped from my body. I groaned, cum-drunk, knowing that I’d be sore in the morning while wishing that he could stay inside me forever.
