“God, you feel so fucking good. I could live in this ass,” he grunts.
My eyes roll back every time he hits my prostate, my thick, heavy cock bobbing with every thrust. I want to reach down and touch it, to jerk myself off as he fucks me, but I want to be his good boy, to do as I’m told, to make him proud, so I don’t.
“That's it, baby. Look at you, taking me so fucking well. You should see how your ass swallows me whole. God, it’s perfect. You’re perfect. I fucking love you.” He leans forward and starts kissing my neck as he fucks up into me.
His grip on my hips is nearly painful, but I love the bite of pain. It’s proof of how feral he is for me, how he can’t get enough of me.
That alone adds to the desperate want flooding through my system.
“Does it feel good, baby?” Cooper’s husky voice whispers in my ear. “Does my cock feel good splitting you in two?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “So fucking good.”
“You feel amazing, fucking phenomenal. I want you to be a good boy, Blake. I’m gonna cum soon, and I want this perfect ass to take it all, to take my whole load. And I want you to walk awayfrom here with it dripping down your thighs, reminding you who fucking owns this ass.”
“You do.” I sob as his hips slap against my ass, driving me further and further towards the edge.
“Fuck, yeah I do. And this cock.” He thrusts again. “All yours, baby. Only yours. It belongs to you.”
His words drive me wild, filling me with smug pride. This man owns me as much as I own him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growls. “I’m gonna cum, baby. I’m going to fill this greedy little hole. You’ve been such a good boy, I think I’ll let you cum too. But after I fuck you full of my cum.”
“Oh god.” I sob into my arm, not sure if I’m going to be able to last until he’s done with all this dirty talk; I’m on the cusp of exploding right now.
Cooper wraps his arms around me, holding me still as he pounds into me. He bites down on my shoulder and I have to hold myself back from cumming. He lets out one of the hottest groans as his orgasm crashes into him. His cock jerks inside me, the spurts of cum filling me, pushing me toward my own release.
“God, you’re fucking perfect,” he pants, wrapping his arm around my chest and pulling me back to his. “Now you get to cum, my love, cum for me. You’ve been such a good fucking boy.”
He wraps his hand around my cock, and I let out a sob that he quickly covers with his other hand.
“Cum for me, Blake. Be my good boy and spray that fucking wall with your release.” He growls his demand low in my ear as he jerks me off.
My body sags against him, my arms clinging to his as my eyes roll back. The pleasure building inside me is too much. It only takes a few more strokes before my body is tensing up.
I scream out my release against the palm of his hand.
I feel like I’m having an out of body experience as my cock pulses in his grasp, rope after rope of cum shooting out, and marking the wall of the equipment shed.
My head is spinning, my body is humming and I feel content, happy to be filled with cum and be empty of it.
Cooper holds me, peppering kissing on my neck and shoulder. “I fucking love you.”
“I love you, too.” I smile dopily.
“As much as I’d love to live inside your perfect ass, I don’t want to risk someone seeing what belongs to me.” He nips at my neck.
“Yeah, probably a good idea.”
He pulls out of me and I can feel a gush of his release follow. It’s so hot it has me wanting to go again.
“Fuck,” he groans. “The sight of your used hole dripping with my cum is nearly my undoing. I want you filled with me all of the time.”
“Stop,” I groan.
“Why?” He chuckles.
“Because I’m going to beg you to fuck me again if you don’t stop turning me on.”
