Pressing forward, my eyes threaten to roll back with how fucking tight he is. I go slow, inching myself into him.
“You're doing good, baby. Breathe. That's it. Look at you taking me so fucking well. So proud of you. Fuck, you’reamazing,” I praise him as I look between us, watching my cock sink into his ass.
Blake is whimpering, but it’s not one of discomfort, it’s one of pleasure. “More,” he begs me when I go too slow.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Fuck, you’re big.” He rolls his head back. “It hurts, but also, fuck, it feels so good. I feel full.”
“We’re halfway there. You’re doing great.”
“Halfway?” he whimpers.
Chuckling, I kiss him to get his mind off it as I push deeper and deeper into him. I guess he's had enough with me going slow, because my little brat digs his heels into my ass and pulls me forward.
We both let out a grunt as I bottom out, deep into his ass. “God damn it.” I rest my forehead against his, trying to catch my breath. His ass is gripping me so damn tight it’s going to be hard not to cum so fast. “You feel so fucking good.” I kiss his cheek. “How are you feeling?”
“So full,” he moans. “But good.”
“You need a moment, or are you okay to keep going?”
“Keep going.”
Grabbing his leg, I lift it up over my hip, getting a different angle. Blake whimpers, but I swallow it down with a kiss.
The kiss quickly turns needy and passionate, tongues tangling together.
My body is humming, on fucking fire for this man. Unable to hold back anymore, I start to fuck him. Slow, long, deep thrusts at first to get him used to the feeling.
But with each moan, whimper and whine of encouragement, I start to buck into him.
Blake claws at my back, mewling like a needy little kitten. It drives me wild. I’m grunting with every thrust, pure fucking pleasure consuming me.
Every thrust pushes me toward the edge. He strangles my cock so fucking perfectly.
“Hard,” Blake moans. “Oh fuck. This feels so good. Oh god.”
“You feel fucking amazing." I shift so that both of his legs are around my waist. He clings to me as I thrust deeper inside of him, hitting his prostate over and over again.
He’s drunk on pleasure, a pure blissed out look on his face. It fills me with pride knowing I’m making him feel good.
Wrapping my hand around his cock, I start to stroke him. He cries out, eyes rolling back, spine arching off the bed.
“That's it, baby. Let the pleasure take over. You’re doing so perfectly. I love making you feel good.”
“So good,” he moans. “So fucking good.”
“You’re amazing.” I kiss him. “Perfect and sweet. Kind and loving. Fucking perfect.”
My thrusts start to grow frantic, my movement on his cock becoming sloppy. I’m so lost in the moment, my head dizzy with this euphoric sensation.
Blake takes over, jerking himself off. I look between the pure ecstasy on his face and the way he’s jerking himself with this frantic desperation.
He looks so hot right now, fucking beautiful.
“I’m close.”
“Cum inside me,” Blake pleads. “Fill me up. I need your cum.”
