I feel like I could burst at any second, the pressure inside me building to a fever pitch. You know those cartoons where a character’s eyes bulge out and their head looks like it’s about to explode? That’s exactly how I feel right now. Like a balloon that’s about to pop.
But miraculously, my body holds up. My ass opens, slowly but surely, taking in more and more of that thick, rigid cock until finally, his pubes graze my balls and his hips press against the cheeks of my ass.
Hawk lets out a long, shuddering breath. He stares down at me, his lips slightly parted, a sheen of sweat on his forehead.
God, he looks gorgeous.
“That is one tight, sweet fucking ass, Micah. So fucking warm and snug.”
“Is it really all...” I reach down, feeling where our bodies meet. My fingers brush the base of his cock, then trail around my stretched hole, feeling just how wide he’s opened me. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah, it is. All nine inches hidden away inside that tight little ass of yours. I’m impressed, Micah. You’re a natural.”
A swell of pride rises in my chest, and the corners of my mouth quirk up.
I can hardly believe it. This hulking beast of a man is balls deep inside me, his giant cock throbbing against my prostate.
“How does it feel, hmm?” Hawk asks, keeping his hips still. “Being stuffed full like this?”
My fingers slide along the stretched skin of my rim, and I take a deep, shuddering breath. “I feel so full, Hawk. Like, so fucking full.”
“Yeah? You like having your ass stuffed full of cock, don’t you?”
I nod, and a whimper escapes my lips as he shifts. It’s just the tiniest movement, the slightest change in position, but it sets my insides ablaze.
Hawk smiles and runs a hand through my damp hair. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you are right now. With your feet up in the air and that desperate look on your face. Mmm. You want me to move, don’t you?”
Another nod, my eyes pleading. “Please, Hawk.”
“What’s that? I can barely hear you, Micah.”
“Fuck me,” I say, my voice coming out higher than its usual pitch. “Please, Hawk. Fuck me.”
“Hmm. I love it when you beg. Alright, since you asked so nicely…”
He grips the chains beside me, then slowly draws his hips back, sliding his cock along my inner walls. He doesn’t pull all the way out, just enough so that the flared ridge of his headtugs on my rim. Then, just as slowly, he pushes back in, burying himself inside me again.
The movement is so controlled, so precise. How can a guy of his size and strength show such restraint?
He repeats the motion a few times, drawing out and pushing in carefully, like I’m a porcelain doll that might break.
But then the next one comes, sudden and unexpected like a thunderclap, his balls smacking against my ass with a wet slap.
The air rushes out of me, and I let out a high-pitched yelp, my body jolting from the impact.
Holy flaming fuck.That was intense.
But before I can catch my breath, he does it again, and again, and again, pounding into me with increasing force. Each time, my ass bounces, and my dick jumps, precum spurting from the tip.
It hurts. I won’t lie. It really fucking hurts.
But there’s something rich and warm buried in the pain. A deep, satisfying ache. Is this what they mean by “hurts so good”?
Gradually, that warm glow spreads through my whole body, from my core to the tips of my fingers and toes. It seeps into every fiber, and soon, it’s the only thing I feel.
It’s almost like a meditative state, each thrust pulling me deeper into the haze. My worries, fears, and concerns melt away, replaced by this new, addictive sensation.
All that exists is the feel of Hawk’s thick cock pumping in and out of me, and the sight of his handsome face looming above, the red lights casting shadows over his sharp features.
