“I know, baby.” He continues his torturous pace. He doesn't look like he’s going to stop any time soon.
My prostate complains, slightly sensitive, but I don't ask him to stop. I’m enjoying watching him lose control way too much. I feel like I’m in a bubble, floating.
Sex has never felt this good, this intense.
Every time he pushes in, I feel him deeper. My body adjusts to his size, trying to hold him in.
His speed increases, almost becoming inhuman, but it isn’tuncomfortable. Not yet.
I just really wish he would touch my dick. I know I’ll come with just a caress at this point.
I’m covered in sweat and cum, and I feel glorious. He uses my body to chase his release. When he finally comes with a loud groan, his body lands on me, crushing me with his weight. My hard dick rubs against the mattress.
I enjoy it for a second before my lungs start complaining. “Move,” I groan.
He turns to the side and flips me to face him, dislodging his dick in the process. He disposes of the condom, tying it up and throwing it away. Then he pulls me against him, keeping his hips away. When I move forward to rub against him, he moves further back.
“You want something?” he asks in mock confusion.
My entire body feels like it’s made of nerve endings. My dick is so hard, there’s no blood left anywhere else. “Fuck, Matt, I’m going to kill you if you don’t do something about this.” I point to my weeping dick.
“Wow, hidden violent streak. That’s something I didn’t know,” he smiles. He moves his hand over my spine, then over my ass, until his fingers are rubbing against my sore, slick hole.
He pushes two fingers inside me, and I groan. He swallows it, his mouth claiming mine.
He still won’t touch my dick though!
His fingers start to move inside me.
“Fuuuuck.”
“Too much?”
“Don’t stop,” I order.
Then he’s fucking me with three fingers, brushing softly against my prostate. I’m blissed out, lost to this world. I hear acondom wrapper. Matt lifts my leg over his hips, then he’s pushing into me again.
He fucks me from the side, this time slower. Frustratingly slow. He somehow still avoids touching my dick.
It suddenly hits me, I could have used my hands at any point for the job. I can do it right now. But I know this will be over as soon as I come.
He clearly does too. “Anytime you want this to stop, you know what to say.”
“I know. Fuck—” I reply, feeling too much and too little all at once. I don't want any space between us. If my body can take it, I will keep him inside me forever.
Might be awkward to leave the apartment, but I don't care. I want him right where he is.
He fucks me slowly, his hips rotating more than thrusting. Like he doesn't want this to end either.
His face is bunched up, but he continues to maintain the slow pace.
“Give me more. I can take it,” I challenge.
As if he were waiting for me, he pulls out of me again and drags me over to the end of the bed, my legs folded under me. I lean down, so my ass is in the air.
He stands behind me and thrusts back into me, his hands caging me in. I encourage him with a loud groan. He takes it as permission to go batshit on my ass. My dick has given up on protesting.
Matt’s hips move faster while I moan against the mattress. I don't know how long he fucks me, but suddenly everything intensifies. A tingling in my lower back, then I’m coming, spilling onto the mattress and my thighs.
