Remington’s hips rock into our grip, breathy moans falling from his lips. “More,” he whines. “I need more, daddy.”
Between the sight of him begging and the feeling of our cocks rubbing together, I’m a goner. I’ll give him anything he fucking wants if it feels this good. “Tell me what you need.”
His lip quirks, and his eyes darken. “To fuck you,” he husks. “I need to feel your big, strong, sexy body give over to me. Feel you stretch around me and take my cock.”
Fuck.Yes.
Fire erupts in my veins as I reach behind me and turn off the faucet. Not bothering with towels, we fumble our way into my room, mouths ravaging each other and our hands grappling anywhere we can reach. We collapse onto the bed, and I’m so turned on I could come already.
“Fuck, I need you, daddy.” Shoving me down on the bed, Remington runs his index finger along the underside of my cock, the touch featherlight. He reaches into the drawer, grabbing the lube. Climbing onto the bed beside me, he pours a glob of the slick gel on his fingers before handing the bottle to me. He positions himself opposite of me, with his feet toward my head. When I glance at him with confusion, he says, “Prep me while I prep you. I wanna fuck you first, but it’s my ass you’ll be comin’ in tonight.”
“Jesus Christ,” I hiss, my fingers fumbling with the cap.
Remington lies on his side, facing me, and props my leg up. “Fuck, what a view this is,” he groans appreciatively before bringing slick digits up to my hole.
I suck in a sharp breath, a flash of heat zipping down my spine. He strokes my cock while easing inside, slowly at first, andI do the same to him. It’s hard to concentrate when one finger turns into two, curling inside of me and dragging across my prostate. My body lights up, thrumming with need and arousal. He plays me like a fucking fiddle, and I’m nothing but putty in his hands.
“Tell me, daddy,” he rasps, pulling his fingers out before getting up and positioning himself between my legs. “You like feelin’ my cock stretch you open, don’t you?”
A growl sounds in my throat. “You know I do.”
He smirks as he covers his length in lube. After he rubs some on my hole, he lines himself up. “I sure do,” he says as he sinks inside. He doesn’t take his time, doesn’t ease in slowly, and I fucking love it. His head drops back, and he lets out a long, low groan. “Fuck, you feel so goddamn good, daddy.”
My muscles tense, and I grit my teeth, breathing through my nose while my body adjusts to his size.
“Relax for me,” he coos. Pouring a little more lube into his palm, he strokes my dick, giving me a moment to do just that. “There you go…”
Pleasure soars inside me, and by the time his hips begin moving again, I’m about ready to beg. Remington pulls out to the tip before sliding back in to the hilt, my eyes rolling back. He feels so fucking good. Too good. He feels like something I never want to let go of.
“Harder,” I pant, needing more. I want to feel him tomorrow when I’m on the ranch.
A growl rips from his chest as he shoves my legs back, grabbing the backs of my thighs in a bruising hold. My hole clenches around him as he flies in and out, his hips slapping violently against my ass, the sound reverberating through the room.
Thank god, the guest room is on the other side of the house.
“Yesss… Oh, fuck,” Remington chants between incoherent noises and ragged groans. “You feel so fuckin’ good, daddy. Got me close already.Fuckkkk.”
I reach down and jerk myself as he fucks me. The sight of him drilling into me only adds to the pleasure ricocheting through my body. His wet hair hangs messily over his forehead, eyes dark and hungry as they bore into me.
“Grab the lube,” he breathes. “Get ready for me, daddy.”
I’ve never moved as fast, drizzling the cool gel all over my cock, smearing it around with anticipation unfurling in my chest.
Remington slams into me once…twice…three more times before pulling out. Wasting zero time, he mounts me, lining the tip of my cock up to his slick hole. As he sinks down, we share a groan, my eyes rolling back at his tight heat surrounding me.
“Oh my god,” he cries out, not giving himself a single second to adjust before lifting onto his knees and impaling himself all over again.
A dark chuckle rumbles in my chest. “Look at you,” I rasp. “So fuckin’ needy for me.”
“I love it,” he breathes. “I love the way your fat cock stretches me.”
“And you take it so well,” I growl. “Like such a good fuckin’ boy.”
Remington whimpers as I grab his waist and hold him in place while fucking him from the bottom.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask through gritted teeth.
Nodding, he sucks in air, words seeming to escape him.
