I pushed deeper until I was fully sheathed inside of him.
“Oh, my fucking God, Rafael.” His guttural moan filled the room. “I’m so full. You’re hitting every spot.Fuck.”
I didn’t. Move. A muscle. Partly because I wanted him to adjust to my girth, and partly because if I so much as moved, I knew I’d come. The only word to describe how it felt having Cody wrapped around my dick like that was glorious.
Shockwaves of pleasure ripped through my body as his ass clenched around my cock. I closed my eyes and thought about Algebra because I didn’t want to come, and I wasso fucking close.
Math finally settled my stampeding orgasm, and I started thrusting.
“Cody…good fucking boy…”
“Shit, Rafael. Call me a good boy again.”
“Mmm, you like this big fat cock in your ass? You gonna be my good boy and ride this fucking cock from now on?”
His hands latched onto the headboard as his cry of ecstasy echoed off the walls.
“That’s a good boy. You’re gonna make my cock feel good from now on, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
Oh shit! Sir?
“Say it again!”
“Fuck me, sir. Please.”
I started pounding into him with long, deep thrusts.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Perfect!”
Sweat poured down my head. Flames ignited as I watched Cody taking my cock like a fucking champion.
“Will you say, “Thank you, sir,” each time I push into you?” I asked.
It was a bold move, but we were so intense by that point, and hearing him call me sir was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
His eyes widened, and he smiled like a little villain. “Yes, sir.”
I pulled out almost completely, then slammed into his ass.
“Thank you, sir!”
I did it again.
“Thank you, sir!”
“Holy. Fucking. Shit. Cody.”
Again.
“Thank you, sir!”
“I’m gonna come, Cody.”
“I want it. Please!”
