Don't be shy, Weston. Take me.
Ride me until the neighbors,your dad, call the cops.
Ride me till I see heaven and spit in its face.
Ride me to death, baby.
And if I survive? Round two. No mercy.
I push his pants down while kissing him. "Come on then, baby," I whisper, breathless. "Fucking ride me."
One move and he's on top of me now. Naked. Knees on either side of my waist. Hands on my chest. Breathing hard. Eyes blown wide. We're done prepping, and fuck, he's about to take me again.
My hands are glued to his waist. My breath is shaking. I know how Rava rides. This ain't gonna be gentle. Last time, Iswear I saw the light. I legit thought that was it for me. I had a whole out-of-body experience.
Maybe he was born on a porn set. Who knows.
He grabs my dick, and smiles.
And then…he sinks down. Slowly.
My jaw drops open. My head hits the pillow. Swear to God, every single time I slide into him, it hits the same. That "fuck, I'm home" after a day full of bullshit and running around. That exact second when you drop your keys on the counter, kick your shoes off, and finally breathe.
That's what he feels like.
I look down and watch his ass swallow my dick. His face kills me. He looks so grateful. I smile. Look at you. Look how your fucking body takes it, Weston. Having a girlfriend was never your destiny.This is.You were born to be taken like this. Bent over, spread out. This is your place.
He moans, and sinks further.
More.More.All the way down. Until he's seated. Deep.
We both go still. His palms on my chest. My hands still locked on his waist. We're breathing hard.
He takes me all the way in. All of it.
My soul leaves my fucking body. He exhales like it's the best thing he's ever felt. He starts slow. Moves his hips forward and back, right over my dick, smooth as fuck.
And then he goes faster. Starts to ride. Hard. Slamming down again and again. My dick's pulsing inside him, and I literally can't stop watching him. His face. The way his head tilts back when he finds the right angle. The way he moans when I thrust up to meet him.
Sweet mother of God and every other divine being listening, I'm gonna die. Rava's not showing any mercy. He's riding me like he's mad at me.
The whole bed's shaking. I've got both hands locked on his ass, guiding him up and down, again and again.
Fuck. I reach up, grab the wooden headboard, fingers curling around it so tight I think it'll snap. I need something to hold on to, because Rava is grinding on my dick like he's going to take my freaking soul with him.
His ass hits my hips with wet, ruthless rhythm, skin slapping loudly. He leans in close, panting against my lips.
"You like this?" he whispers.
I choke on a laugh. "Are you fucking serious?"
I'm obsessed. I'm addicted.
I'm going to have to write a goddamn will after this.
My hands slide down to his ass again, squeezing hard as I buck up into him. God, the sounds. Little whimpers escaping his throat, sharp gasps when I thrust up to meet him, he is losing it, right in front of me, and it's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen.
His hands claw at my chest, nails raking down my pecs, then lower, across my abs, grabbing my sides. He is worshipping my body. "That's right. Ride me just like that. Use me. Take what you need, baby."
