Did I whine? Oh, fuck. Maybe? It’s for his ears only.
Dalton’s dressed in a slightly tight T-shirt and a pair of black jeans, but his cock is most definitely out and standing proud. He puts a rubber on in seconds, as if he’s practiced the move for a competition, and slides his stiff dick between my ass cheeks.
“I didn’t get that,” he teases. “You want my cock in?”
I want to strangle and kiss him all at the same time, and fuck, why is that angry emotion so delicious?
“You bastard…” I mumble, rubbing my ass against him, but the moment his powerful hands climb my torso, all the annoyance is gone, replaced by a sweet sluggishness. Everything about me is sweet now, and I wish for him to consume me.
He positions his cockhead against my hole and I bite my lips in anticipation. It’s so fucked up that I love the moment of discomfort when his thick dick pushes in, when I’m forced to yield, and he fills me with a part of his body. My own cock is already dripping with pre-cum, revealing my arousal.
“Am I though?” Dalton chuckles. “I just licked your pretty pucker like I’ve never seen a sweeter one. I’m a good guy.” He punctuates his last words with a merciless thrust of hips, and half his thick cock is inside me in an instant. His aroused groan is what wet dreams are made of, and when the initial burn transforms into a heat quickly spreading all the way to the tips of my toes, those dreams of mine become reality.
My muscles twitch, still adjusting to his size, but I want it. I want it so damn much.
“Deeper,” I mumble, rubbing my face against his knuckles when he squeezes my arm. Like a cat, I’ll never tell him how much all this means to me, but I’ll still crave him.
I spot his reflection in the glass of one of the cupboards to my side, and he’s grinning like an incubus about to feast. “I love to split you in half like this…” He mutters, and pushes the next few inches of his meat into me, grabbing my hips hard. He lowers his body over me until he can kiss my nape, and I immediately lean into it. “Love your legs spread for me, hole hot and tight, and to be inside you… fuck…” He’s babbling as he starts rocking his hips and testing me, and my whole existence shrinks to the heat inside me, that push and pull motion, and the way his hands squeeze my flesh.
The varnished surface of the counter fogs up where I breathe on it, and I cling to that image, desperate not to lose it completely right away. It’s so fucking hard to focus when I’m under him. I turn from the calm and collected man who doesn’t blink at cutting off fingers into moaning goo existing only to pleasure his cock.
“Always is…”
When I hear a ringtone, at first I’m too out of it to register its presence, too busy drooling over the counter while Dalton drills into me to the loud sound of slapping. But I wake up from this lucid dream when he puts his hand over my mouth and… answers the phone while buried deep inside me!
He doesn’t even stop fucking me, just slows down. Which is both excruciatingly hot and an act deserving a death sentence.
“Hey, Daphne. Yes, we’ll be there in half an hour, don’t worry.”
Mymother? And since when is he on a first-name basis with her?
But just as that thought passes through my mind, his cock rubs my prostate hard, then sinks all the way in, making me quiver against the counter. I gag myself by squeezing my teeth on the flesh of his palm, but that’s not enough, not when he’s thrusting into me so very thoroughly.
It’s almost like he wants me to cry out loudly enough for my mother to ask what’s going on.
My knees tremble, I’m covered by hot sweat, and he saws into me over and over, as if he wants to unwind me, break me, change the core of what I am.
“Yeah, just doing some cardio. Wanna look my best for the wedding,” Dalton says with a rasp in his voice.
I can’t believe this is happening to me, and yet I’m not pushing him away. It’s humiliating that he’s answered the phone while inside me, but I love that he can pull that off.
“Oh he’ll be there, I’ll make sure,” Dalton says as I struggle to stifle a whimper, but he just presses his hand harder against my mouth. He punctuates the last three words with harder thrusts that melt my insides. “Don’t worry, I can handle him.”
Isn’t that the truth?
I’m like a dog with a bone, and that bone happens to be stiff, and hard, and has me panting for air.
I can feel his cockhead dragging over my pleasure spot repeatedly, and it’s so indescribably better than doing this to myself has ever been. If I was playing with a dildo, at this point, I would have moved on to sitting on it while I jerk off, but the real man behind me is insatiable and keeps rocking into me until heat travels all over my body, making me shiver and whine.
“Yeah, sorry, I need to go shower, or we won’t make it on time.”
I think I’m gonna cry. Again. I can’t believe he’s still talking to her as he turns me inside out. I can only hope he’s turned off the phone, because I can’t take it anymore. He rides me as if I’m an object to jerk off into, and while usually I love him squeezing and teasing me, holding me tight, it does something for me combined with the prostate massage.
Hot jolts of pleasure rip through me, wind around my balls and I’m coming so hard I feel like I’m gonna black out. I bite his hand, my toes curl, and my cock is shooting all over the wall under the counter.
“Oh fuck! Yes. Squeeze me like that!” Dalton moans, so he must be off the fucking phone.
I let loose with my moans as he rides me toward his own finish line.
