Less than an animal.
But I’m fine with that as long as he loves me.
“Here? Inside?” Dalton asks and runs the tip of his finger over my hole, sending my nerve endings into overdrive. He’s panting, rock-hard, but still has enough self-restraint to toy with me.
“Don’t take it away,” I whine, on the verge of losing it. He said he’d come inside me. I want it. Ineedit.
“Guess I need to feed this greedy hole,” he whispers and presses his cockhead back in. How come something as wide as his cock feels so good inside me?
I moan at the stretching sensation, my dick throbbing with the need to come, and I grab my erection with three fingers, jerking off ever so gently. I don’t want it to be over yet. I need more.
“Yes. Please. I need it so badly. Need you… please Dalton,” I beg and use my other hand to pull one of my thighs close to my chest.
His nostrils flare as he sinks back in, all the way to his balls. He’s so fucking big I can barely take it, yet somehow I only want more. I need to melt under his skin, and this is as close to that as I can get. When he’s inside me, I feel his heart pounding as if it’s in my own chest.
A romantic notion that shouldn’t happen while he’s railing me like a beast in heat, but here we are.
“Yes? What do you need? Tell me,” he says, fucking me faster. “Wanna be bred? Need your hole flooded?”
I don’t know.
I want to come so badly. But I also want him to keep moving inside me.
I simply…want. Each fragment of my skin aches for him.
“You… More of you… just make me yours, please. Give me all your cum… come inside me as much as you like,” I rasp, lips dry from all the panting. He keeps moving in my tight channel, cock stroking over my prostate until I can’t lie still, overstimulated.
I’m grabbing at his shoulders, chest, neck. I want to touch him everywhere all at once, but it’s impossible, and driving me mad.
Dalton folds me again, grabs my hips so he can ride my hole in earnest, and the way he settles his whole weight on me both brings me peace and pushes me to the edge.
“All yours, all yours,” he mumbles as I rake my nails down his back. His thrusts gain that chaotic quality right before coming, his cock throbs with heat, and I recognize his grunt of satisfaction. It’s so fucking hot I can barely breathe.
I tighten my hand on my cock and jerk off faster, because I want us to come together. I want to finish while he’s still filling me up.
“Dalton… oh… God…”
My muscles tighten, body going rigid under him, and red hot pleasure consumes my mind.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, suck me in like that,” he moans against my lips, eyes closed. His body trembles under my touch, and I can imagine all his sticky seed inside me. He’s catching his breath, the movements of his hips just a last few hard thrusts, as if he wants to make sure his cum is planted deep.
I press my palms to his chest, eyes focused on his flushed cheeks. “Give it all to me. Come here,” I whisper in invitation as I fall back to the mattress, spent.
I don’t have to ask twice. He all but falls on top of me, a panting muscular mess I could lick from head to toe. Dalton wraps his strong arms tightly around me, making me feel so safe and loved I choke on all those emotions wrapped up with the pure filth of our sexual connection.
“I wish I had more,” he whispers after a while as his softening dick slips out. His fingers dive into my tender hole instead. Not deep, justplaying with my body, reminding me about the cum, because I can feel it coming out, and my toes curl when he coaxes more with his fingers.
Fuck… this feels so good.
“Next time?” I whisper, trying to keep my voice steady even as my face burns.
“Yes, next time.” There’s a dreamy look in Dalton’s eyes as he gives me a surprisingly soft kiss. How could I have ever doubted the sincerity of his feelings for me? I don’t need to cut him open to see his heart bared for me.
I never knew peace like this. “I promise to be a good husband,” I mumble, wrapping him with my arms and legs, because the thought of him pulling away now feels painful.
Dalton cherishes my face with lazy kisses. “You need to spoil me rotten.”
I want to cry. But also, to laugh. Is this what it feels like to be in love?
