My brain must be muddled by the head rush from being stuck upside down, because right now all I want is for him to push his entire length inside. It would hurt, despite the earlier preparation, butI almost want it to. I want to reallyfeelhim and still be sore by the time he dies tomorrow.
“More,” I demand and claw at his forearms.
Dalton smirks as he slides me back to the mattress as if I’m a boneless mess of muscle, and he doesn’t even pull his finger out of me. He’s so strong and in charge it’s overwhelming to comprehend. Deep down I know I’m the master of this whole night, but when he manhandles me like this, my cock is back to stiff and needy in a second.
“Like this?” he asks and slides in another finger while looking straight into my eyes. “Want your needy hole fucked like this?” The assault he unleashes on my ass makes me whine in ways I wasn’t aware I was capable of. He fucks me with his fingers relentlessly, the slapping resonating in the room alongside my moans as he massages my prostate, just easing me into it for now.
And still, I arch my feet and angle my hips to meet each thrust, panting as he hits his mark each time. It’s not nearly as intense when I do this myself, but while his touch is borderline painful, I’d rather swallow the innards of the pillow I bit on to stifle my moans than tell him to slow down. “Damn you…”
He chuckles. Actually fucking chuckles, the sound raspy and excited. “Don’t hide your pretty face, I wanna see it when I drill into you. Love to see a guy all red-faced and needy.”
Oh, God. That’s me, isn’t it? Legs spread for him like I can’t wait for a thick warm spit to roast me from inside out. I hope he doesn’t make me beg for it, because at this point I just might. And yet it irks me that he said ‘a guy’. I’m his lifeline. Corvus fucking Van der Horn. Theonlyman he should be thinking about right now.
At least he doesn’t fight me for the pillow, but in the corner of my eye I spot him reaching for the condom. A part of me wants to stop him. Like all the animals about to be hunted, he’s been tested, but the last thing I want is to have his cum leaking out of me until morning. Not to mention that I don’t want him to get too cocky, because being allowed to touch me has already gone to his head. I want to tell him something that confirms he’s only a piece of meat to me. A hot stud to satisfy my fantasies, but when he wraps up and looks at me, cheeks flushed with arousal on that solid, masculine face, I can’t bring myself to speak.
He’s so damn handsome.
So instead I gesture at him, trying to exude as much grace as I can as I roll over to my stomach. He will not be assessing my embarrassing expressions. The pressure of my cock against the blanket is already unbearable, but when I hear him hum at the sight of my exposed ass, my whole body throbs with need.
And then Dalton adds his weight on top of me, filling my senses with his warm scent.
“That’s how we’re doing it?” He murmurs right into my ear and then pulls on it with his teeth. “Lazy boy style?” He pushes my legs farther apart with his knee as I’m overheating, my ass begging to be filled again, this time with more than fingers. “Hope you’re ready, ‘cause I can go on real long, even in a tight little hole like yours.”
I don’t have the words to answer and don’t protest when he steals my pillow to stuff it under my hips. This is it. I’m letting a guy fuck me.
“Whatever,” I mumble, trying to slow my breathing as I feel Dalton settle between my thighs, my hole on show, and I close my eyes, resting my forehead on the blanket as my flesh absorbs the heat of his body.
I expect him to go for it, but he toys with me. Dalton slides one hand lazily over my side as he presses his thumb in and out of my hole. It’s so slippery, so sensitive I’m losing my mind. Maybe I’m no longer Corvus Van der Horn, because I’m a whimpery mess, and he’s not even pushed his dick in—
Dalton’s cockhead settles against my stretched opening, and he rocks his hips a little, stroking my side as though I’m a nervous mare needing comfort before being mounted. “Let me know if something hurts,” he whispers, and I’m about to tell him to shut up and get on with it, but then he thrusts his hips, and I yelp, squeezing the blanket, becausefucking fuckhe’s thick.
It shouldn’t surprise me, I’ve seen him, touched him even, but for all the preparation I’ve done before I came here, this is still my first time doing this with a lover that’s not made of silicone. I clutch the blanket, biting down on my lip to keep myself from making more embarrassing noises, but my body goes rigid fast, and it feels as if that thing inside me is a knife, not a cock.
Cold sweat beads on my back and above my lip as panic weaves itself through the fibers of my body, because this was obviously a mistake from the start! I’ll probably not enjoy this at all anyway, but with Dalton being so big, I might end up getting hurt, regardless of whether it happens on purpose or not. I wouldn’t be the first person to end up in the ER because of sex, and if I started bleeding because of something serious, like a perforated fucking intestine, everyone would soon knowmy secret. My family would treat me like a joke. Our enemies would lose their respect for me.
I would never fucking recover after something like that.
“I—maybe… it’s not working,” I mumble.
"Biggest you've ever been with?" he teases like this is some light-hearted matter.
It only reminds me how thick his cock is, how heavy he is, and… how much I want it. To feel a man fucking me, wanting me, using my body for his pleasure.
Dalton doesn’t move, doesn’t force the rest of his cock in, just lies on top of me, kissing my ear, stroking my side. He slides his thick arm under me and holds his palm against my furiously beating heart.
It’s all so hot. And yet I ache a little. It’s so messed up. I’m no pain slut, but taking his cock turns me on even now as I’m considering telling him to fuck off.
“I’ll pull out now, and add more lube,” he says and kisses my nape as if I’m his fucking sweetheart not his jailor.
My breath hitches, and I want to protest, shove him off me, but when his dick vacates my hole, leaving it aching, I’m almost missing its presence already. There’s something so calming about the gentle way he’s stroking me as the loud squirt of lube makes my cheeks heat again. I wouldn't be in this helplessly vulnerable position if I hadn’t put myself in it, so maybe it is only right that I learn my lesson.
I make a non-committal hum, which he might or might not take as confirmation, because I’m not revealing that I’ve never let a man fuck me before. He doesn’t have the right to that kind of information. It would just make his ego bigger than it already is.
I do… like that he communicates well in sex, even if I admit that to myself reluctantly.
I stifle a moan when his cock is back at my slick opening. I want it. I want a big dick inside me. I can’t help it. The need is so primal it floods my brain with even more arousal when Dalton presses his cockhead in with more ease than last time.
His grunt is music to my ears. As if my body is making this brute forget he’s in a life or death situation. He wants to fuck regardless, or he wouldn’t be this hard.
