I push his chest until he’s sitting on the bed where I climb onto his lap—lining the head of his hard dick up with my hole.
“Benj—fuckkk.” I begin to sink down onto him—hands grasping his neck. His hands are loosely holding my hips as he stares at my face.
“God—I forgot how big you are. Fuck. I love this so much. I love you, Aaron.” I ramble—moaning and squeezing his skin—fighting to adjust to his size.
“Baby—I…” He’s still looking for those words, what he so desperately needs to say. My ass finally sits onto his thighs—pulling a hiss from me as the sore skin touches him. And Aaron whines. He actuallywhines.
“That feel good?” I ask him, rolling my hips, watching him twitch.
“I can’t find how to say it.” He admits. “I… I want to touch every part of you. Every organ—every ounce of your blood, every inch of skin. I need all of it to know me.” Slowly—I move up and then sink back down—repeatedly—trying not tocome from his words. “I’m so fucking obsessed with you. Every breath that I take is for you, every choice I make is with your interest in mind.Ah—baby that feels so good. Faster please—faster.” He moans out, hands roaming all over me, trying to touch—touch anywhere.
He continues—
“I live to make sure your day goes well. That you eat and you smile. My world revolves around you so much it’s scary.Hnghh—oh fuckk. Yeah, baby. God, you look so good bouncing on it.Fuck… I want to be inside of you every moment—to have my teeth dug into you every second of every day. How do I fix this?”
What I thought was a love confession is a plea for help. Aaron has his hands spread out over my back as I fuck myself onto him. He’s tipping us slightly, so it feels as if I’ll fall but I know I won’t—not from his arms. He’s staring up at me with such a pleasure-struck, tortured expression.
“Fix it? But… I thought that was the point of a god.” I feel Aaron’s dick twitch inside of me as he stares—waiting. “Isn’t the purpose of a god to watch over and take care of his followers—Aaron—right there. It’s right there—aw fuck.I just…ahhhh…hnghwould you be my god if you weren’t consumed by me?” Aaron leans his forehead against my chest—fucking up into me to match my pace as the angle of his dick shifts to slam right into my prostate.
“Fuck, Button. You’re right. You’re right. I’m—ahh baby—yes, yes. I’m so fucking consumed—a very possessive god. You’re so fucking tight I’m going to die. Bend your ass over, Benjamin.” He yanks me up and off of him—staring up at me like something in him has broken and he’s ready to run rabid.
“Oh, God.” I breathe—getting on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed.
“What, baby? What do you want?” I feel his head line up with my entrance, hands on my hips, then he slams right into me. “Fuckk.”
“AARON!”I cry, feeling him everywhere—so fucking deep inside of me—so overwhelming and nowhere near enough. “So good.”
Aaron’s hand reaches around to clamp around my throat—palm on my Adam’s apple. He stands to his full height, pulls me up with him, limiting my breath. I choke out a moan—choke on the air I’m trying to draw in. He’s slamming into me repeatedly.
“Your tiny little hole, swallowing up my fat cock. Baby—I want to bury myself so fucking deep inside of you, but nothing ever feels like enough.” God, his filthy mouth. I want to thank him for fucking me this good—for being here. For dying with me. I want to pray.
“God!” I choke out. “Thank you—I’m so devoted to you.” Aaron’s hips snap forward faster, harder, and he’s whining again. “You’re so good to me—so merciful. I love you so much.”
“Benjamin—” He moans, hand moving from my neck to hook his pointer and his middle fingers into my mouth instead—using that to pull my ass back against him. “You sound so good, so filthy when you’re praying to me. Tell me—tell me how much you love me fucking you—how much you need it. Needme.”
Speaking around his fingers is hard and everything sounds awkward and jumbled, but I manage to respond.
“Ugh…Ahh—Aaron—I love how you fuck me. I love it so much I could die. My whole life—oh fuckright there—yes, yes… My whole life I’ve never had anyone else touch me like this.” Aaron groans, slamming straight through me at this point. “I need you, my beautiful God. I need you more than anything else.Ahhh—I need your dick in me. It’s the only way to feel full.”
“Fuck yes. You need me—need this dick in you—in this bruised little ass. Who else will make you come without touching your dick or your hole?” I cry out as he drags along my prostate again. “Fuck—I love you so fucking much. Do you feel me? Do you feel how far I’m poundinginto you?”
He’s fucking delirious. He won’t stop talking, won’t stop slamming into me, won’t take this fishhook out of my mouth. I can feel my spit all over my chin and neck. His hand too.
“I feel you, Aaron. I feel youeverywhere.” He puts a foot up on the bed next to my knee and manages to thrust into me even harder. “Aaron—fuck, fuck—please stay right there. You’re right there. Let me come—please.” I’m begging him around his fingers.
“You took your punishments so well—like a really good boy. You can come, Benjamin. Go ahead.” He slams into me two more times and I’m coming all over our bed—moaning around his hook in my mouth—spit everywhere, eyes rolled back.
It’s an intense orgasm—but I imagined the first time we fucked once he woke up would be.
“Ahh—baby you look so good like this. You feel so good coming on my dick. I love how you keep coming for me. How you keep wanting it—wanting me. Such a fucking slut for me.” I’m whining to him now. Half because yes—yes, I fucking am. And half because I’m so fucking sensitive.
He’s pounding into me still, panting and whining in between each dirty little thing he spews.
“Flip for me.” He pulls out and I collapse—letting him turn me over and ignoring the sting when my ass drags on the blanket. When he sees my face he groans, deep and low. “That fucking face. So fucking good, Button. Can you keep going? Do you want to take a break?” I shake my head, wrapping my ankles around to the back of his thighs.
“Come in me, Aaron. Do I need to get on my knees and pray for it?” My voice is so raw, so broken. Aaron takes a moment—takes a deep breath, then looks back down at me.
“Spread your legs.” Aaron settles between them, scooting me up the bed so he can sit down, resting my thighs over his. Then—he shoves right back into me.
