When I pop off, his cock glistening from my spit, he’s flushed red, his entire chest and neck a pretty pink.
I dribble more lube onto my finger and push it back inside, wetting him for me. I want my dick to slide in without any resistance. I want to be balls deep inside of him until neither of us knows where one starts and the other ends.
“More, Cade.More. I can take it.” He arches his hips up, and I push a second finger in, scissoring him open, watching as his hole stretches.
He likes it, me working him open. There’s a flush covering his chest. His neck. His cheeks. His full lips are parted. His hands twist the sheets beside him, his eyelids fluttering as he groans.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a beautiful sight before.
I need more. I’m desperate for it. I want to learn everything that Ansel likes. What drives him crazy. What makes him moan the loudest.
I think I’ll spend forever doing just that.
I add a third finger, my wrist twisting, finding his prostate until he’s panting loudly. It’s only then that I liberally coat my cock, making sure it’s ready.
“Now breathe out,” I say. His eyes meet mine, and the trust there threatens to be my undoing.
“I’m ready.” His fingers curl against my biceps, squeezing roughly. “Please, Cade.”
My butterfly doesn’t need to beg. I slot the head of my cock against his hole and push.
He cries out as I enter him, his rim pulsing against me as I move inch by inch into him.
“That’s so good. You’re doing so well. Look at me.Look at me.”
His eyes never leave mine as I impale him, my full cock buried inside of him. And when I’m balls deep, I lean down and kiss him, tasting the desperation dripping off his tongue.
“How does it feel?”
“Ça fait mal mais j’aime ça.”
“Mm, I knew it would be good.” My voice is husky. “You’re perfect.”
His fingers slide through my hair and tighten, a painful twist. “And so are you. Now, wreck me, Titan. I want to see you burn for me.”
It’s all I need. I hover above him, dragging my hips back and then snapping them forward.
Ansel cries out at the feel of it, his pleading not to stop egging me on. It drives me faster. Harder. Time ceases to exist. Nothing exists except for how this feels. How perfect this is.
Our skin slaps loudly as I fuck into that tight hole, his fingers raking love letters down my back. I don’t stop, and he doesn’t want me to. The bed slams against the wall, the plaster cracking as we move.
As we shake the earth.
Our bodies are merely souls fucking until we’re slick with sweat. It drips down my chin and onto his mouth. He licks it up eagerly as my cock pistons in and out of him. The sound of it, the way he takes me...
Perfection.
I can never have another after him.
His body starts to tremble, and I see his hand move between us to stroke himself. It makes me teeter closer to the edge.
When I smell his release, when I hear his soft moans of pleasure, when I feel his rim tighten around me, my rhythm falters and my orgasm rushes through me. My cock twitches, and I feel my cum coat his insides.
Marking him.
Mine. He’s fucking mine.
My body slows, and Ansel’s legs fall open, his arms spread wide as he gulps down air.
