He smiles, his eyes bright. “No, it’s okay. I shouldn’t have kissed you without permission. You did what any sane person would do.”
I lean forward and kiss him, loving how his lips feel against mine. So perfect.
“Anyway,” he says, resuming the conversation, “I’m still human in the general sense, but I can turn into an inanimate object. Just a recliner though. That’s how I was born. Both my parents were living room furniture. Plus, it’s my comfort form.”
“To be a recliner?” I’m sure my face is a picture of surprise.
He chuckles and leans forward to kiss me softly. “Yes, to be a recliner. I can’t explain it. You know how you like to relax after a long day?” I nod. “That’s how I relax sometimes. Reclinersdon’t have responsibilities other than providing comfort. I love shifting. My mind is clear and I’m just there to be used.”
“So you liked when I sat on you?”
He purrs low in his throat, rolling his hips into me. I gasp as he hardens and his cockhead brushes against my prostate. “So much. It made me happier than I’ve ever been in my life.”
I whimper as he pushes into me a few more times. “Yes, more.”
I’ve never been able to come so many times in one night, but something about Cade has me right on the edge of orgasm, ready to blow my load at a simple touch.
He takes my lips, kissing me thoroughly as he fucks into me hard and fast.
I hold on, taking the pleasure he’s giving me. My cock rubs against his abs, the friction feeling better than I can put into words.
Cade grips my chin as he breaks the kiss, forcing me to meet his gaze. I mewl as I watch his pupils dilate further, the black eating up all the blue. He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, and I find it so fucking hot that I throw my head back and explode between us. Just as much cum spurts as when I came just a little while ago. I swear my balls must be empty by now with how much and how hard I’m coming.
A deep growl vibrates up Cade’s chest, and he bites me on the neck. After a brief slice of pain, pleasure like nothing I’ve ever felt consumes me. I feel it from the top of my head down to my toes.
Then Cade comes, cursing against my throat as he shudders against me.
We lie there, breathing heavily and trembling with aftershocks.
I gulp and say, “Maybe we should get cleaned up now and talk. If you stay inside me…we’ll probably go at it again.”
“Good idea,” he mutters, then pulls out of me. A flood of his cum leaks from my hole and I gasp. How the fuck did all that stay in there?
He helps me off the bed and scoops me into his arms, walking me to the bathroom. I could get used to this.
Cade is so big and strong, the type of man I’d always ogle, but never thought I’d have a chance with. So pretty. So perfect.
When we get into the bathroom, he sets me onto my feet, and I get the shower going. We climb inside and I hand Cade a washcloth so he can clean himself up. Most of his front is coated with my spend, practically dripping from him.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter, putting my face in my hands. “I camesoooooomuch.”
He removes my hands and grins at me. “It’s my magic. It will be like that every time we fuck.”
“I’m going to have a heart attack.”
The rumble of his laughter flows through me, making me feel light and buoyant. “You won’t. I promise.”
I grunt and help him wash up. He returns the favor, cleaning all his seed from my hole, before we rinse off and climb out.
While I’m drying off, I eye him. He’s so much taller and wider than me. I’m not sure I have anything that will fit him.
“Um…my basketball shorts will be booty shorts on you.”
He looks at me with a question in his eyes. “What are booty shorts?”
“Short shorts,” I say, using my hand to show where they’ll land on him. “Might show some of your ass if you bend over.”
“Oh,” he says and grins. “I’m from the seventies. A lot of our clothing was tight and revealing.”
