“But I won’t last. Not long. It’s… I can’t believe you want to do that,” Ansel says, and I bend down and kiss him roughly. He whimpers into my mouth, reaching up and threading his hands through my hair.
I pull away with a gasp before I get carried away. “Believe it, butterfly. I want your cock in my ass. Gonna let you fill me up.”
Letting us go, I reach behind me to open myself up, rough and determined. Just like I like it. Ansel watches it all with a hooded gaze. When I walk my knees forward, reaching behind me and slotting his cock against my hole, he lets out a low, almost pained groan.
“Oh my god,” he murmurs as I sink down onto him. The head pops in first, an ache that pulses through my dick. I love it. Love the feeling of being stretched wide open, of being impaled.
I love it almost as much as fucking.
“You ready?” I ask Ansel, and he nods, his breathing frantic, eyes wide.
I don’t hesitate. I slam down onto him, taking him in one fell swoop. My eyes flutter closed as my head falls back. Fuck. It’s been so long. Too fucking long. And even the times before didn’t feel like this.
My butterfly is perfect in all the ways—the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.
I need to move. I need to feel more, to show Ansel how good I can make it feel for him.
Bracing the muscles in my thighs, I lift up before quickly dropping back down. The motion makes Ansel cry out, his hands grappling to hold on to something. They land on my legs as I ride him, rough and feral, my ass slamming down against his hips, the sound of our skin slapping reverberating around the room. It mingles with our moans in a perfect harmony.
It’s a quick fuck, just like I want it. I stroke my cock to the sight of him below me, his cheeks and ears pink, his pupils dilated, his chest heaving.
“Not. Gonna. Last,” he breathes. “Oh god. Fuck! You feel so good…”
His words descend into a low whine. I stroke myself faster. I want to come as he does. I need to.
And it’s quick. He wasn’t lying.
Ansel’s eyes roll back in his head, his fingernails digging into my skin, and then I feel it, him filling me. I hear the noise we make together as I continue to ride him. It’s the perfect sound. The perfect song.
The knowledge that his cum is marking me has my own cock erupting, my hole clenching around his length. It sets him off again, a small orgasm moving through him.
I collapse down on him, making sure to bear most of my weight on my elbows so as not to crush him. That’s how we stay. Me trying to catch my breath, Ansel trying to come back from his overwhelming bliss.
“I can’t believe you,” he finally rasps.
I lift my head to smirk down at him. “Why? What’s not to believe?”
He gestures with a hand. “You just…took me. So quick and easy. You didn’t even go slow.”
“I do like a little pain with my pleasure. Would you prefer I make love to you?”
He blushes, and his gaze softens. “I mean, maybe. But my god, that was hot.”
I chuckle and wriggle my hips against him, feeling his softening cock inside of me.
“Are you sore?” he asks.
I shrug. “I will be, but what a great reason for it, hm?”
He nods and drags his hands up my chest. “Such a good reason. I’ve never topped before.”
That makes me freeze. “Are you serious?”
His gaze darts away. “Yes. I’m not top material, you know? Or, at least no one has ever thought so before.”
I shake my head and move off him, feeling his release drip from me as I snuggle into his side. “You can be anything you want to be, my love. I’ll let you spread your wings and fly.”
He sighs, our bodies tucked into each other.
