He pressed a quick kiss to the base of my spine. “Don't worry. I'll take good care of you.”
Between the promise of his words and the tender kisses dotting my back, I felt the tension ebb away. When he finally slid a finger inside, it felt . . . different. I hadn't been lying when I’d told him it had been a while, and the sensation was both foreign and exciting.
“More,” I demanded, needing him deeper.
He chuckled.
“Not yet,” he said, slowly adding a second lubed-up finger.
“Now.”
He smacked my ass again. This time, the shock was accompanied by a tingle of pleasure. Fuck, that felt good. It had been way too long since I’d felt the weight of another body against mine.
Tucker slowly scissored his fingers. The slight burn gave way to a fullness that made my cock jerk. My head dropped forward as I concentrated on the incredible sensations flowing through my limbs. He kept a steady pace, playing my prostate like a skilled guitarist, not too fast and not too slow, just enough to drive me insane.
The next smack against my ass came unexpectedly, and I let out a deep, throaty moan. Damn, I was close to coming for the second time tonight and Tucker hadn’t even gotten inside me yet. The anticipation was killing me.
I rocked my hips backward, hoping to encourage him, and he slipped his fingers out. “You ready for me?”
“God, yes.”
I looked over my shoulder just in time to see him roll a condom down his impressive length, following it up with another squirt of lube. The blunt tip of his cock nudged at my entrance, and my breath caught as he slowly pressed inside, giving me a moment to adjust to the invasion.
“Easy, baby,” he crooned against my shoulder, making me shiver. “Breathe.”
He worked himself inside me, inch by delicious inch. Our groans filled the room, mingling with the gentle hum of the AC. He fucked me with slow and shallow strokes until eventually, his pelvis pressed flush against my ass. He held himself still, even when I rocked back against him again, seeking some relief for the tension that had built up in my body.
I dropped forward, pressing my forehead against my cotton sheets and taking a second to savor the fullness, enjoying how my ass squeezed against every ridge of his long, thick cock.
It wasn't enough; I needed more.
I wanted to feel him for days, think about him every time I sat down to edit a podcast or pen my latest Substack note.
I glanced over my shoulder, and my lips curled into a smile at the sight of him watching his cock enter me. His eyes strayed to meet mine when I bucked forward until just the tip of him remained lodged in my ass, and then I pressed back again, impaling myself on the full length of his cock in one stroke.
“Fucking Christ,” he cursed, voice guttural and needy. His hands flew to my hips, holding me in place as he let out another string of curses. “That's how you want it?”
My moan was all the answer he needed.
He tightened his grip, reared back, and slammed into me over and over. The slap of skin against skin was punctuated by the dirty sounds slipping past my lips and his harsh pants. I let him move me, fuck me the way he wanted, the way we both needed, enjoying the tight grip of his fingers marking me as his.
He quickened his pace. “You take my cock so well, baby.”
Baby.This man undid me.
I fucked him back, meeting him thrust for thrust. When he shifted his position, I saw stars.
“Oh,fuck,” I cried.
“Right there?”
I nodded.
He repeated the motion, scraping over that spot that drove me nuts. “You going to come for me?”
Another nod.
I jerked forward when his hand reached around to palm my cock. Our movements grew increasingly erratic. Tucker’s thrusts were so powerful, they forced my arms to buckle, dropping me to my elbows. Still, he continued fucking me into the mattress, one hand tangled in my hair, the other tugging on my swollen cock.
