Goldie threw his head back, whipping his hair out of his face as he tried to ease himself lower. He groaned, rocking up and down in short bursts to work himself open on Day’s cock. He reached out to brace one of his hands on the wall beside him, the other hanging at his side. “Oh, baby… God, you feel so fuckin’ good like this.”
Day rubbed Goldie’s flanks soothingly, urging him to keep going.
Goldie cried out as another thick inch pushed inside of him, and fuck, it was happening so fast. He didn’t want to hurt himself, but he needed Day’s dick. He needed to be full, he needed the intense friction, and he needed Day to fuck him so badly that he was going to lose his mind if he didn’t get it.
Day reached for Goldie’s hands, urging him to rest them on his chest and come closer.
“Baby, are you sure?” Goldie hesitated. His self-conscious feelings about his body were sharp enough to cut right through his lustful cravings, and he frowned as his hands splayed across Day’s chest. They appeared comically huge on Day’s lean chest, and he felt so small beneath Goldie, as if he might break. He winced as he was confronted with a lifetime of doubts crippling his desire.
They were born from the barrage of expectations consistently impressed upon him due to his size, and the irony of how crushing they were was not lost on Goldie. He’d come so far under Day’s sensual commands, and he hated how quickly they returned to shackle him. Especially right now, when Day was an erotic vision of beautiful horror covered in blood from saving their lives yet again by killing five men.
No, seven.
If he counted the others, what was that? Nine?
Fuck!
Goldie’s emotions were in far too fragile a state to handle the unexpected turmoil, and he felt ridiculous, now convinced that he was crushing Day. He needed to move and change their positions immediately—
“And God said to my angel, I shall provide a mount for you!” Day surged upward, forcing Goldie down on his cock and bending his knees for leverage. He grabbed Goldie’s shoulders to keep him in place, slamming up into him as he continued to growl in low, husky tones. “A steed sired by a royal stud to ride into paradise. When God gives you a mount, my angel, youfucking ride it.”
“Fuck!” Goldie cried helplessly as Day bounced him on his dick, twitching from the deep thrusts. His hole ached from the sudden penetration, the discomfort easing as his body opened up around Day’s cock. He clawed at Day’s chest as he chanted, “Yes, baby, fuck, yes, I’ll ride it, I’ll ride it, fuck,yes!”
He rolled his hips forward and saw fireworks, groaning as the added movement created a wealth of blissful sensation. He closed his eyes, letting himself just fuckingfeel, and he sat fully on Day’s dick and started grinding relentlessly. His hole was wonderfully full, his skin blistering hot, and Day was staring at him with the same transcendent beauty as that damn painting of Saint Sebastian, caught somewhere between euphoria and madness.
It was humbling to be the object of such devotion, and Goldie’s heart stumbled over itself in a barrage of flutters.
Day was either the most fortunate insane person or he might very well be blessed by God Himself, and he had chosen Goldie to be his. Strangely, Goldie felt small now, pitifully ordinary in comparison, and he had no idea what he’d done to deserve being the one voice in the world that Day could hear.
But fuck it. He’d take it.
Goldie kissed Day hard, nicking his tongue on Day’s teeth as he licked into his mouth. He used his larger size to his advantage now, dropping his hips down and taking control of the fierce rhythm.
Day’s eyes widened in surprise, but he seemed pleased, growling as he kissed Goldie back just as ferociously. He dug his nails into Goldie’s hips, wordlessly pleading for more.
“Yeah? You like that, baby?” Goldie pushed Day flat on his back, pinning him there with his hands on his chest as he rode his dick hard and fast. The bed’s squeaking rose to a frantic wail now, and Goldie fucked himself down on Day’s cock with everything he had. “You like me ridin’ your dick like this? Fuck, feels so good. Fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good, baby!”
Day whined, arching his hips up to make the most of every slam. He greedily groped Goldie’s muscular thighs, squeezing them along the way before grabbing Goldie’s cock. He stroked him fast, locking eyes with Goldie and baring his teeth.
The primal appetite Goldie found when he looked at Day made him shudder, and he arched his back, using his entire body to power the roll of his hips. He fucked himself until ithurt, forcing himself right over the edge of pleasure and pain, and he shouted in delight as he felt the rumblings of his climax taking over.
Day’s hand was touching him just right and his cock was hitting every exquisite nerve inside of Goldie over and over until the sensations imploded into a spectacular orgasm.
Fuck,yes.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” Goldie chanted like a frantic prayer to the ceiling, his head dropping back as his hips jerked forward. He bounced between grinding on Day’s dick and thrusting into his hand, gasping for air. He’d come so hard that the very oxygen from his lungs felt like it had been knocked out of him, and he dug his fingers into Day’s chest with a low groan. “Ah, yes… yes, baby. Fuck, yes.”
Day took back over, slamming up into Goldie like a machine. He clawed at his hips, grunting and growling as he fucked him hard. It was almost too much, and Goldie was grateful that Day came fast so overstimulation didn’t steal any of his afterglow away. Goldie sighed as he felt Day’s come filling him and he lazily rocked his hips to guide Day through the final pulses of his climax.
“Wow.” Goldie grinned. “I’m sorry, baby, butgoddamnthat was good.”
Day rolled his eyes and spanked Goldie’s ass hard.
“Ow!” Goldie yelped.
Day smirked, and he beckoned Goldie down for a sweet kiss.
Goldie smooched back with a little chuckle, his mind and body still reeling from the awesome sex. He wasn’t quite sure what planet he was on, but fuck, it was incredible.
