I sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch. The new angle lets him go even deeper. I feel him in my fucking lungs. And facing him like this, I can see everything. The flush spreading across his chest, the hunger in his eyes, the way he bites his lower lip as he watches me take him.
When he’s entirely buried inside me, I pause, my forehead pressed against his. “Fuck, Troy. You’re so deep.”
“Yeah?” He lifts me up, then pulls me down, impaling me again. “How about now?”
I gasp. “Even deeper.”
“You like that? Hmm? You like me filling you up?”
“So fucking much.”
“Then ride me,” he growls, staring into my eyes. “Ride my fucking cock.”
And I do. I brace my hands on his shoulders and lift myself until just the tip is inside me, then drop down hard, taking every thick inch. Again and again. My ass slams down on his thighs with each bounce. I start controlled, savoring the drag of his cock against my walls. But it’s not enough. I need more. I need the frantic, desperate pace he set before.
So I speed up, my movements becoming erratic, pure instinct taking over. I’m bouncing on him now, chasing that high, that burn, that full-to-bursting feeling. Troy’s hands are all over me, gripping my hips, sliding up my back, pulling me down for a messy, spit-filled kiss.
“That’s it, Con,” he rasps against my lips. “Fuck yourself on my dick. Show me how bad you want it.”
“I want it so bad,” I sob. “So fucking bad.”
“I know. I can feel it.” He grabs my ass, spreading me open, helping me slam down harder. “Your greedy little hole is eating me alive.”
His words push me closer to the edge. My neglected cock is trapped between us, rubbing against his abs with every grind. Precum smears across his stomach. I’m getting close. So fucking close. But I remember his warning. No touching myself.
“Troy…” I pant, my movements getting sloppy. “Troy, I’m close.”
“Hold on.” He starts thrusting up to meet me, matching my descent with a powerful snap of his hips. “Just a little longer.”
“I can’t! I can’t hold it!” I cry, my whole body trembling. “I’m gonna explode.” My dick is so swollen I can feel my heartbeat in it. The head is an angry red-purple, the slit a yawning mouth leaking a steady stream of clear fluid. My balls are drawn up so tight they ache.
“Yes, you can. You will.” He grabs my face, forcing me to look at him. “Don’t you want this to last a little longer?”
“I want it to last forever. But I can’t—I’m about to—I can’t!”
A wolfish smile spreads across his face as he watches me fall apart. He loves this. He loves having me on the edge, watching me struggle to hold on while he’s pounding into me with everything he’s got. “Try, Con. Try to hold it a little longer. For me.”
It’s impossible. The pleasure is too intense, the pressure building too fast. I squeeze my eyes shut, gritting my teeth, fighting it with everything I have. I clench around him, trying to hold it back, but that only makes me feel him more. It’s a losing battle. I’m drowning in him, in the feel of him, the smell of him, the sound of our bodies coming together. He’s everywhere.
Then Troy’s lips are on mine again, swallowing my cries, kissing me so deeply I can’t breathe. His tongue is in my mouth, his cock buried in my ass, and I’m so full of him, so consumed by him, that I can’t take it anymore.
The first rope of cum hits my chin, followed by another and another, shooting from my cock in thick streams as I sob into his mouth. My vision goes white, my ears ringing. I’ve never come like this. Not even close. This is a full-body, soul-shattering orgasm that feels like it’s ripping me apart.
“Fucking hell, Con,” Troy murmurs as I spasm and shake in his arms, my ass clamping down on him. “That’s a lot of cum.” He watches me with a look of pride and awe. “You’re painting the whole fucking couch white.”
I can’t speak. I can barely think. All I can do is cling to him as wave after wave of pleasure washes through me.
That’s when I feel it—a hot gush inside me. Troy buries himself to the hilt and lets out a harsh, guttural groan. His cock pulses, filling me with a wet warmth that spreads through my whole body. He’s emptying himself into the deepest parts of me. An endless stream of cum floods my insides. And I take it. All of it. Greedily. Milking him with my ass, wanting every last drop.
But it’s too much. He’s pumping me so full my hole can’t contain it all. I can feel it leaking out, dripping down my ass crack and onto the couch beneath us. Our couch. Officially christened now.
When he’s finally spent, he collapses back against the cushions, pulling me with him, and we lie there for a longmoment, a sticky, sweaty, peach-scented mess. His cock is still inside me, softening now, but plugging me up, keeping his cum trapped inside. Right where it belongs.
My cheek rests against his chest, right over his heart, and I listen to the frantic thumping as it slowly returns to a normal rhythm. His arms are wrapped around me, holding me tight. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
“Yeah.” Troy’s chest rumbles under my cheek. “Fuck.”
