“Tight but slippery, just the way I like it,” he murmurs and rocks his hips. “That’s it, you can take it.”
The pain is still there, making my cock soften, but any and all desire to stop him is gone. I cross my hands over my lips, determined to stay quiet and take my first cock with some dignity at least. He’s shifting his weight, letting it guide that first thrust, and I stiffen again, my mind flaring up with worries and shame.
Why am I doing this to myself?
What is wrong with me?
He’s awakening the kind of animalistic instincts that maybe should have stayed buried. I want to stretch in his lap as he pets me, kisses me, appreciates, and yes,fucks metoo.
It’s the way I want to be desired. Everyone can see the sharp, dominant Corvus who commands respect. I want my lover to reach beneath that to the needy part of me. I want him to take the reins and rut in me.
Just like Dalton is doing, making this secret fantasy come true.
His big dick drills into me inch by inch as he whispers filth into my ear.
“Doing so well for me, taking my dick like this. Your tight ass feels so good.”
Oh God, the things his words are doing to me…
I fight for air, stretched under him with both hands clutching the edge of the mattress, but every time a stab of fear makes me want to stop this moment of madness, his raspy voice reels me right back in. His words are soft, tempting, and juicy with praise for me. My body, my warm, tight hole.
How could I change my mindnow?
The thud of my heartbeat changes, turning into a marching rhythm that has me bucking my hips ever so slightly as my muscles stretch to accommodate his girth.
I’m doing it. I’m letting him inside me. When he sneaks his hand to my neck, rubbing it as if I were a pet that finally succeeded performing a trick, I lean into the touch.
A blessed warmth blossoms in my body, and the dull pain of Dalton’s presence transforms into a sense of blissful fullness.
I’ve never felt anything quite like this.
He’s so fucking hot it’s a shame he’s dying tomorrow, because I’d be lying if I said he’s not my type. Tattooed, cocky, massive, and eager for sex in the most fucked-up circumstances. Even his sweat smells good.
We move together like a wave, and every grunt he makes travels all the way down to my dick, so that when his hand snakes down there too, I’m already hard again.
“You feel so good. Legs spread for my cock…” He hums, but then changes the rhythm of his thrusts, making my eyes pop open. “I’m gonna ride you all night long,” he promises, but he must be half lucid himself to say that.
I won’t be fighting him about semantics though when every thrust he makes pulls on my sphincter, then grazes my prostate. I might be losing it any second because the way he caresses my cock has me bucking onto his dick. Looks like I’m becoming the brainless one, because he’s fucking me stupid.
I’m so damn full it’s messing with my head.
Waves of heat ravage me every single time he moves, his firm, muscular form nailing me to the mattress, as if he worries I might run, leaving him unsatisfied. As if he couldn’t stop me with arms like the branches of an old tree, and with that massive cock turning my insides into jelly. Each cramp I’ve felt since he entered me has eased, as if I’m now molded to the exact shape of Dalton’s shaft, and only he could ever satisfy me again.
He’s grunting, moaning, voice low and raspy as he pumps into me, carving away my anger and bitterness, until I feel high and push back against him, needing more.
I barely recognize my voice when it whimpers Dalton’s name, begging for more, always more. I don’t care about keeping up appearances. I’m too horny for that.
“Mm? You close?” he asks, suddenly slowing again, his thrusts languid. He pulls almost all of his cock out before slamming right back in like a well-oiled machine.
When I whine out some kind of confirmation, I try rocking into his fist to come, needy for the touch of his hand, but he does what he already did before when sucking me. He grabs the base of my dick and stops me.
I should probably yell at him, call him a bastard motherfucker who should let me come right now… but I don’t. I just accept whatever this handsome beast wants to do to me.
When the urgency of my arousal eases a little, he rises off me, never completely vacating my hole, and with a few gentle slaps to my ass, just says, “up.”
I’m in a trance when I get to my hands and knees without complaint.
“I’m gonna fuck you like I mean it now, and your ass better be ready for a pounding.”
