"I want to give myself to you," he says, pushing to his feet until we're standing eye to eye. "I want you inside of me."
21
Vaughn
"How does that feel?" Clayton pulls back from kissing me to ask.
"Amazing," I reply, exhaling steadily as his three fingers work their magic inside me. He insisted on taking it slow. Since his dick is colossal, and it's been a minute since I've bottomed, Ihole-heartedly agreed. I clasp his bicep. "I'm ready."
"Okay." He rolls over to retrieve a condom from the bedside table.
"Need a hand with that?"
He rolls back to face me, his dick nudging against my abdomen even though there's space between us. "Sure."
He hands me the condom. I unwrap it and slide it down his shaft in one smooth motion. I drizzle it with a healthy dose of lube then lift onto my knees.
"You want to ride me?" Clayton guesses correctly.
"Yep."
I swing a leg over his body, the head of his cock nudging my crack. With his strong hands firm on my hips, I close my eyes and exhale slowly. I'm so ready for this, but it also means a lotto me. Growing up where I did, opportunities for gay sex weren't exactly plentiful, the constant threat of punishment, even death, a severe boner killer. So I'm not exactly experienced when it comes to men. But I trust Clayton. I feel so safe. I'm falling for him. And my ass is screaming for that giant dick to hurry up and destroy me.
I reach under, grab his steel rod, and position it at my finger-gaped hole.
Our gazes lock.
"Take your time," he murmurs, his eyes full of warmth and love.
"I will."
I want to enjoy every single one of his many inches entering me. And I do, easing my way down his pole until I finally can't go any lower. I feel so full, like an overfilled balloon on the verge of exploding.
And then…Clayton starts rocking his hips.
Slowly at first, but the vibrations of the movement cause my channel to pulse in the craziest way. Keeping his big, brown eyes on me, he gently speeds up. Now that I've had a second to get used to the intrusion, I relax into it, even begin grinding down to meet his movement, thrust for thrust.
"Oh, fuck!" I yell, back arching as my cock leaks pre-cum all over his chest.
"That's it, baby. Work my fucking cock. Own it."
His words spur me on, sending pleasure ricocheting throughout my entire body, from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. His cock is huge, and the friction it generates on my inner walls is incredible. Beyond incredible. There are no words for how good it feels.
I feel a familiar quiver in my balls. As if sensing I'm close, Clayton makes a suggestion. "Mind if we change positions?"
"Not at all," I say, hoping the slight pause might put a brake on my impending orgasm.
He leans forward, and as I fall back, I land in his capable hands, making the transition to him on top of me smooth and impossibly delicious as his cock finds new ways of driving my channel crazy.
"Ready for it?" he asks, looming large over me, his forehead dotted with sweat.
I rake my fingers through his hair. "Give me all you got."
A ravenous smirk lights up his face, and he goes to pound town, drilling that massive log into my willing hole, our bodies perfectly in sync. I latch onto his wide shoulders and give myself to him fully, allowing him to fuck me senseless, lost in a world of unbridled passion.
"I'm getting close," he grits out through clenched teeth.
I grab my dick and start jerking. It only takes a few strokes for me to get there. "Same."
