Taylor pushed in until he was halfway there. “Answer my question, Fletcher,” Taylor commanded, so softly that it came out like a caress.
“He never did,” Fletcher bit out between cries. “Fuck, baby. You’re huge.”
Taylor chuckled, full of amusement. “Halfway there, sweet boy. Daddy never did what?” Taylor continued to tease him.
“He never…” Fletcher grunted as Taylor slid further in. “Never called me… a good boy. Holy fucking shit! I’m so full!”
“I’m almost fully in, beautiful. Just try and relax for me, okay?” Taylor slowly pushed until he was fully in. Fletcher was so fucking tight around him. It was kind of unnatural the way his tight hole clenched around his cock.
“I’m trying,” Fletcher cried.
“Good boy, Fletcher. The hard part is over,” Taylor breathed. “I’m gonna pull out a little. Is that okay?” he asked.
“Please, Taylor. I’m so full. It hurts.” Fletcher was literally sobbing at this point. He was too tight. Maybe Taylorwastoo big. “It hurts so bad, Tay.”
Holy shit. He was actually crying. Taylor froze.
“Do you need to stop?” Taylor quickly asked. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Keep going,” Fletcher grunted. “Please, Tay. I’m fine. I can handle it.”
God, Taylor was going to have to start naming presidents if he wanted to last. He could come just from the sound of Fletcher crying out for him. He pulled out a few inchesbefore pushing back in.
“Fuck,” Fletcher croaked out. Taylor kept on moving, slowly pulling out further with each thrust. “So fucking good, baby.”
“Tell me you’re a good boy, Fletch,” he commanded. He sounded out of breath.
“I’m not tell—fuck!” Fletcher cried. Taylor pulled all the way out and pushed all the way back in. “You’re too big,” he whined.
“Tell me, Fletcher,” Taylor panted as he picked up a steady speed of thrusting. “I need to hear you say it.” He said it with a little sense of urgency. Like heactuallyneeded to hear him say it.
Fletcher groaned as Taylor pounded into him. “I’m…a good boy.” Fletcher breathed. Taylor pushed in hard enough to know he hit Fletcher’s spot. “Again. Fuck, baby. Right there.” Fletcher let out a whimper.
“Whose good boy?”
“Your good boy…holy shit!” Fletcher panted. “Baby, it hurts. But don’t fucking stop.”
“Say my fucking name, Fletcher.” He couldn’t tell if Fletcher was hating this or loving it.
Fletcher cried out in pleasure. “I’m Taylor’s—fucking hell. I’m Taylor’s good boy!”
“You’re my sweet boy, Fletcher.” Taylor pressed a kiss to the back of Fletcher’s shoulder.
“I’m your sweet boy, Tay,” Fletcher repeated quickly.
“Reach down and stroke yourself,” Taylor instructed. Fletcher immediately obeyed as he slipped his hand down and started to jerk himself off.
“I’m so close,” Fletcher breathed. “Fuck me harder,” he begged. “Make it fucking hurt.”
Taylor quickly picked up his pace and gave him deep thrusts. He could feel his orgasm start to build. “I’m gonna come,” Taylorwarned him.
“Do it, babe,” Fletcher groaned. “Fuck, baby, I’m fucking coming!” He cried out as he brought himself to completion, spurting hot bursts of cum all over his bedspread. Taylor came immediately after and spilled into his condom.
“Good job, Fletch. This ass is perfect,” Taylor told him, giving him a hard slap. “Tighter than a fucking pussy.”
After he finished chasing the high, he slowly pulled out of Fletcher and immediately collapsed on the bed next to him. He brushed the sweaty hair out of Fletcher’s face and kissed him on his forehead. “You took it like a champ, sweetheart. That was….”
Well, fuck. Taylor fucking did it. He crossed the line that could never be uncrossed. He staked his claim and fucked Fletcher like he fucking belonged to him.
