“Sean,” Tyson said, his voice all strained and tight as he reached down and gripped my chin. “Open your eyes.”
“Okay,” I whispered, doing it because he wanted me to.
He was all the way inside me, pressed against me so tightly that I could feel the soft patch of trimmed hair he had down there as he leaned over me. He stared down, eyes locked on mine and every muscle in his body standing out in stark relief, as if he was using all of them at once even though he was holding absolutely still. “Baby, shit. Is it too much?”
I tried to shake my head but couldn’t move it. I couldn’t moveanything. He’d impaled me, pinned me in place, was holding me tight, had taken over completely and it was… it wasperfect.
“No,” I said, giving him a trembling smile. I licked my lips, mouth dry and my whole body hot and quivery-feeling. “Tyson, it.. it will never be too much. I want… I wanteverything.”
He ran his thumb over my lips, then grinned. “Gonna give it to you,” he said before letting go of my face and pulling out.
“No,” I gasped, so empty so fast that I couldn’t stand it. My stomach muscles contracted as I tried to lurch upright, but before I could, Tyson had coated his shaft with more of that slick jelly and pushed himself right back inside me. “Yessssssssssssssss,” I hissed, clutching the sheets as he filled and filled andfilledme.
It hurt less this time but was just as overwhelming.
“Sean, look at me,” Tyson said sharply, wrapping his hands around my legs and holding me against him.
My eyes popped open again. Why did they keep closing?
Tyson smiled. “That’s it, baby. I want to make sure you know who’s fucking you.”
My eyes went wide. And then, I couldn’t help it, I giggled. Crazy because we were… what we were doing was… I mean, his thing wasinsideme and he was doing… doingthat. You know, what he’d just said. But I mean, he wanted me to know who… um, whoelsewould it be?
“Oh, you think that’s funny?” he asked, still smiling down at me. Then he pulled back and slid home again, sending a wave of… ofsensationthrough me that turned my fit of giggles into a sound so dirty I almost expected someone to pop up and wash my mouth out with soap.
“Jesus fuck, Sean,” Tyson said with a groan, doing it again. “You like that, huh, baby? Just like that?”
Like it? No.Likedefinitely wasn’t big enough. I was being taken apart by it. I never wanted it to end. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t touch my thing or ifnoone ever touched my thing, because the only part of me that needed attention was the one he’d taken over. The part that was full of… ofhim. The part that had stopped hurting entirely, or maybe just transformed the pain into something else, because nownothinghurt and if Tyson didn’t move again I was going to… was going toscream.
He moved, and it felt so good that I did.
“Damn,” he said, his voice as gravelly as if he’d been the one who’d just screamed. “Youdolike it. You were fucking made for it, sugar. I could fuck you forever.”
Oh God. Yes, please.
He thrust into me again and held himself there, grinding against my bottom so I could feel how deep he was.
“Yes,” I sobbed, giggles forgotten as I bunched the sheets in my fists and strained against him, wanting even more. “Please… please don’t stop. I… I like it. I need it. Iwantit forever.Tyson.”
“That’s right,” he growled. “Tell me who’s fucking you, sweetness.”
“You,” I gasped, my thing bouncing against my stomach as he pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back into me like he needed more, too.
“Who?” he demanded, shifting my hips up a little and driving into me again even harder.
“Tyson,” I shouted, a wave of pleasure swamping me all at once as he hit the same spot his fingers had found earlier. But this wasn’t just fingers, and oh myGod. The difference was… was...
My legs started to shake.
“Fuck, look at you,” he said thickly, holding me right there and then doing it again… more… harder…faster… over and over until he was panting like I was and I… I wasquivering. The fireworks were shooting off faster and faster inside me, but all on the inside as they built and built andbuilt. And then heat vibrated through my whole pelvis, deeper and more intense than when I made a mess by rubbing my thing on the bed, and I knew I was going to explode.
It was unstoppable.
“So good for me, baby. Gonna… gonna make you come hands-free. Show me how good it feels to take my cock. You know it’s yours now. Milk it for me with this sweet little ass. Let me see you… see you… come… for me… Sean.Fuck.”
My back bowed up off the bed as I did it, crying out his name and spilling all over my stomach… shooting across my chest… dripping even more mess onto his bed as he pushed me even higher, thrusting inside me as I shook apart around him and then cursing again and filling me right up with his cum, just like he’d promised.
“Fuck fuckfuck, baby,” he groaned, his voice the only thing anchoring me as I started to float away on all the warm, syrupy sensations. “So… so fucking good, sweetheart.”
