He takes deep breaths. “Shit, your super-cock feels so good,” hesays.
“Probably better that way since you obviously need a big fatcock opening you up.”
“Yeah, I do.”
As he breathes, I rock my pelvis back and forth. We build into arhythm, and when I can tell he’s adjusted, I reach down and grip onto his brownlocks, tugging him back. He arches his back even more and leans so that hisback is pressed against my chest. I wrap an arm around him and feel my fingersacross his ab muscles, even more rigid than usual as he struggles to maintainthis position.
I fuck him, and soon, he turns to me, sweat streaming down hisface as his body twitches slightly. I wrap my other arm around him, feeling mythumb across his cheek. He leans into it and sucks on my thumb. He’s wilderthan usual, willing to explore with the addition of our new toy.
“I like having you like this,” I say. “I wish I could breed youlike you need to be bred.”
He reaches behind him and sets his hand on the back of my head,stroking gently. He opens his mouth, releasing my thumb as he says, “That’s allI want too.”
And that makes it impossible for me not to thrust. Again andagain and again.
His body jerks around so much that I’m worried about him fallingforward and off the bed, so I wrap my arms under his and place my hands on theback of his head, forcing his arms up above him. Forcing him to be mine. Do asI wish. Serve me.
“Like I said,” I add. “No coming until I say so.”
He whimpers. I’ve never heard him make a sound like this before.Something about wearing the girly underwear is making him behave more femininethat usual. And that makes me feel more like a man. His man. The oneresponsible for pleasuring him. The one responsible for giving him the bestfuck I can.
“My cock,” he says. “I need to come. Please.”
As much as I want to withhold it from him, I can’t. I want toplease him so fucking much. I lower my arms and reach down, beneath thepanties, gripping his dick. I lean so that my face is right against his ear, mybreath slamming into it as I tell him, “Give me a big load, Jay. Give me thebiggest fucking load you can.”
“I will,” he says, his body trembling with excitement as I fuckhim. Judging by the way he moves, I’m hitting his prostate. He tilts his headback, gritting his teeth. I can tell he’s about to blow.
And seeing how much he’s enjoying taking my cock, I’m going toas well.
He twists his body side to side before I feel the familiar spasmof his body. I glance over his shoulder, seeing his load shoot across thesheets, a little hitting the edge of the bed.
The pressure in my pelvis builds so quickly that it hurts,surely as much as his cock hurt when I was hitting his prostate just right.When he was begging for me to let him come.
As I explode into the condom, a wave of heat rushes to my face.It’s a powerful feeling, a climax unlike anything I’ve experienced with Jaybefore. My body trembles against his as I wrap both arms around him and hug himtight, appreciating all that he just gave me. Hoping that he appreciates it,too.
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Oh…my…God. Fuck.
When he first suggested this, I almost told him that if hewanted to fuck a girl, he needed to find himself one. But his interest insomething so strange fascinated me. I wanted to see where it would lead. When Iput the panties on, I felt flustered. Embarrassed. Aroused. Maybe because itwas a side of Reese I hadn’t seen before. Maybe because I liked the idea of himhumiliating me, making me an object just for his pleasure. Whatever the reason,it was hot as fuck, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
I’m still shaking from the excitement. Who would have known thatwearing a woman’s thong would transform our already incredible sex intosomething even more profound?
I lie curled up against him, the panties hanging off the corner ofthe bed. Normally, I’m not in the mood to get cuddly, but after what we did, Isense a different sort of connection with Reese. We just shared somethingreally special, and I can tell by the way he holds me that he feels the sameway. At least, I hope I’m reading this right.
“I…uh…” he says after a stretch of silence. Not an awkward,uneasy silence. A meditative one. A chance for us both to recover from theexperience.
I shift onto my side so I can look at him. “So you really nevertried that with anyone else?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “I wouldn’t even know how to bring it up.”
“You didn’t have much of an issue telling me.”
“Well, you practically dragged it out of me.” He wears a sharpsmile.
But seeing this sexual side of him, this darker side with theseneeds I knew nothing about makes me a little uneasy, too.
