Lying there dazed, I watch over my shoulder as he grabs one of my pillows and tucks it underneath my hips, hoisting my ass up further into the air.
He breathes out a curse as he takes in the view of my ruined ass on display. “There you are,” he says, smacking his hand down on my cheeks. I gasp, wiggling from the sting of his palm. “I’ve been dreaming about this sight for over a year,” he rasps, voice dripping in lust.
“Mmmm.” I shake my hips side to side slowly. I have no energy to respond. My body is totally free for him. I know it, he knows it. It’s what we are. It’s what we’ve always been.
There’s no more denying it. I’ve never wanted anything more than this right here.
His hand comes down again, this time smacking right over my hole. I wince, feeling myself clench.
His hand comes down again, smacking right over my hole. I wince, clenching hard.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Do that again,” he groans, delivering another sharp slap.
I squeeze my muscles as best I can, this time feeling his release spill and trail down my leg. He hurriedly buries his face against my sore ass, and the muffled contact pulls a choked sound from my chest as the pleasure tears through me.
I’m already thickening again, grinding helplessly against the soft pillow beneath me.
“You have no fucking idea how much I’ve wanted this.” He pushes his fingers back inside of me and I feel him stretch and scissor them to open me up once again.
My face buries into another pillow. The vulnerability of this whole scenario all of a sudden makes me feel too visible.
“No, don’t hide your pretty face from me.” He cups my chin, bringing my head back. With no warning at all, he hammers himself inside of me. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he growls. “I just…can’t—” He pushes in again, stealing all the air from my lungs. “help…myself.”
I finally gasp, feeling the weight of him mixed with the pressure of his dick inside of me. I push his hands away, scrambling to gain some control, but absolutely loving the way he doesn’t give it to me.
“What? You can’t handle it?” He slams in again, effectively cutting me off. “I thought you liked it.” He sits up, gripping my waist so hard, I’m sure it will leave bruises.
A broken sound escapes me as he continues to drill himself into me, leaving me no second to regain myself. My body is completely his in this moment as I cry out into my sheets.
Brad grabs for my wrists, pulling them behind me even more and pressing them down at the base of my back.
“You look so fucking good like this, baby,” he says breathlessly. He uses my wrists like I’m a fucking horse that he’s riding into the sunset.
He suddenly lets go to crowd over top of me, his chest on my back, his mouth near my ear as he sinks inside of me in short bursts of pressure.
“You like being owned?” He thrusts in.
I nod my head. “Yes, s-sir,” I murmur, feeling my dick throb against the pillow.
“Does it feel good, right—” He presses in deeper, and a sharp jolt sends a choked cough from me. “There?”
Only a garbled sound escapes me, as I fist the sheets beneath me. It’s so much.
“Come on baby, use your words.” He thrusts again, making me cry out some more. "Let me hear you."
“Holy fuck!” I gasp. “Yes, right there.Please, sir.Right—” Before I can finish, he sits up, slipping his cock out from inside of me, and the second my name tears from his lips, warmth streaks across my spine like a branding.
“Noah, fuck.Noah.” My name falls from his lips like it was the last string holding him together.
Before I can even conceptualize what just happened, he flips me onto my back, and swallows my dick down. I can’t stop the sound that spills through my lips as I arch my back to the overwhelming pleasure. He pushes his head down so far that I swear I can feel the back of his throat.
I cry out, feeling another round pulsing down his throat. Holding onto his head, making sure he stays in just the right spot, I buck my hips back and forth, riding out the blinding ecstasy, yet again.
Once he knows I’m spent, he shuffles up my body, thumbs my chin so I can open my mouth, and drops my cum into my waiting tongue.
I push him to flip onto his back, and spread my legs on either side of him, before I lower my face to his, pouring my cum back into his mouth.
“This is yours,” I say, cupping his jaw. “You keep it.” I lightly smack him on the cheek.
