“More, Cull. I can take it. I want everything you can give me.”
He pulls out with a low growl. He drops my legs and flips me onto my stomach, pushing my chest into the rough carpet and hauling my hips up.
“Find something to hold onto.”
I grab the folded headrest, fingers curling around the leather. The second I do, Cullen slams into me so deep I gasp.
And he doesn’t let up.
He pounds into me, dragging his cock along every nerve ending, pulling out sounds I’ve never made in my life. My cries tangle with his grunts, the slap of skin on skin a rhythm that will be seared in my brain forever.
“This ass is everything, Hud. I’ve never felt anything this tight. You’re so perfect for me.”
“Your cock feels so good. I'm already close…”
“Not yet,” he grits out, landing a sharp slap to my ass. The moan I let out is obscene.
I should be embarrassed.
I’m not.
“Baby boy likes a little pain, huh?” he chuckles, spanking my other cheek. I moan again, my cock pulsing, desperate to come.
I’m lost to sensation as he grabs my hair and pulls me upright, flush against his chest. I’m slick with sweat, impaled on his cock, sitting in his lap. This position drives him even deeper, and I swear I might die right here.
His arms wrap tight around me, one across my chest, the other around my abs. He hugs me close, fucking me with slow, torturous strokes.
I lean back into him, turn my face into his neck, and breathe him in. Evergreen and sweat and Cullen. The best smell in the world. I reach for my cock, needing to relieve the pressure building inside, but Cull stops me.
“Wrap your arms around my neck. I want to make you come without touching yourself.”
Holy shit.
I obey eagerly, locking my arms around him, fingers tangling in his short waves. The shift arches my back and angles his cock perfectly against that sensitive button.
“Oh fuck, that’s so good,” I cry out.
“Fuck yes, it is.” Cullen’s breaths are heavy, ragged, as he starts thrusting again—relentless and deep.
Tingles start low in my spine and radiate outward, curling around my groin like heat lightning. I’m right on the edge, desperate to fall. Whatever spell Cull is casting on my body, it’s addictive. A high I’ll chase forever.
“Your ass is strangling my cock. I’m right there. Come with me,” he demands.
It’s like my body was just waiting for its master's command. He slams into that sensitive spot inside me, and I detonate. A feral roar tears from my chest as streams of cum coat my abs and drip down my thighs.
“Good fucking boy, Hud. Now it’s my turn to fill this tight—” He gasps, unable to finish the thought. His cock jerks inside me, flooding me with each shuddering pulse. I can feel his release, thick and hot, and it triggers something in me again.
My body seizes, and I grasp the hair on the nape of his neck as a second orgasm tears through me, my untouched cock pulsing helplessly.
“Holy shit. That’s it, baby. Come for me again.”
It’s too much and not enough all at the same time. I’m crying now, actual tears, overwhelmed by the pleasure and the emotion of it all.
Cullen stills behind me, arms locked around my torso like he never wants to let me go. Our breathing is heavy but in sync, chests rising and falling as one. A quiet cadence that says everything. That this is how it’s supposed to feel.
A thought floats into my hazy, blissed-out brain, and because I’m completely dick-drunk, I voice it out loud.
“At least we remembered our shoes this time.”
