Troy chuckles, his chest vibrating against my back. “Yourbody, especially. I’ve never seen anyone take it this well their first time. You know I’ve made girls cry before?”
“I believe it.”
“I’m serious. This thing has scared off more than a few potential conquests. And here you are, a total newbie, taking it like a pro.”
“Guess I’m just built for it,” I say, only half joking.
He groans and pulls out slightly, then pushes back in, a slow, shallow thrust. “You’re built for me.”
“Oh, fuck. Do that again.”
He does. And again. And again. With each thrust, the pain fades, and something else takes over. Pleasure. It starts as a dull throb, then builds, spreading through me like fire. A warm, honeyed glow. His cock is hitting that spot inside me, the one he found with his fingers, but it’s so much more intense now.
“Faster,” I gasp.
“Already? You sure?”
“God, yes. Fuck me. Don’t hold back.”
“Say that again.”
“Fuck me, Troy. Please.”
“Jesus, Con. You’re going to be the death of me.” He braces himself, grips my hips hard, then does exactly what I asked. He pulls out all the way and slams back in, one powerful stroke that steals my breath. Then again. And again, building into a punishing rhythm.
He’s fucking me now. Really fucking me. And it’s everything. The wet slap of skin on skin. His grunts. The thick stretch of his cock inside me. The smell of that ridiculous peach lube mixed with the clean scent of our sweat. The fire climbing my spine.
My cock bounces with every thrust, leaking so much precum that my stomach is slick with it. I reach down to grab it, but Troy smacks my hand away.
“No,” he grunts, never breaking rhythm. “You’re not touching yourself. Remember last week? That was over way too fast.”
“You’re never letting that go, are you?” I tease, looking over my shoulder.
“Sorry,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. “But I’m not letting you blow your load before I’m done with you today.” His eyes are dark, focused, drilling into me. He looks so good like this. So powerful. His muscles bunch and flex with every thrust, sweat gleaming on his chest and shoulders. I knew this side of Troy existed, the confident, dominant fucker who leaves a trail of satisfied bodies in his wake, but I never imagined I’d be on the receiving end of it.
I grip the armrest and brace myself, pushing back against him, matching his rhythm. Sounds tear out of me that I didn’t even know I could make. Low, guttural noises. High-pitched moans. Hisses. Barks. Roars. I’m basically making an animal documentary all by myself.
Troy bends forward, his sweaty chest pressed to my back, his lips right by my ear. “That’s it, Connor. Let me hear you. You like my big dick in your tight little ass, don’t you?”
“Yes, fuck, yes,” I sob as he hits that spot over and over with punishing force. “I love it. So fucking much.”
“I know you do.” He bites my earlobe. “Your ass is—fuck—gripping me so tight. Such a greedy little hole.”
“Starving.”
“Is that why you always lose at games, hmm?” he pants against my neck, his balls slapping against my ass. “Because you’ve always loved being wrecked by me?”
“Fuck off,” I gasp. “I beat your ass plenty of times.”
“Not lately.”
“Maybe I’ve beenlettingyou win.” I push back against him harder. “To protect your ego.”
That earns me a particularly deep thrust. “You know, I’d be offended, but you’re currently taking my entire cock up your ass, so I’m gonna let it slide.”
“Good choice.” I grin, but it’s wiped away by another sharp thrust. “Now shut up and fuck me harder.”
“Gladly.” He pulls out, leaving me achingly empty. Before I can protest, he pulls me onto his lap, chest to chest. His cock is hot and hard as he positions me over it, one arm around my waist holding me steady, the other guiding himself to my entrance.
