He did it again. Harder. I moaned. He hummed in satisfaction. Then he sucked and I almost lost it. “Yes!Fuck, pup!”
“Isthatwhat you want, Sir?” his voice rasped against sensitive skin.
I’d never trusted anyone to get this far, to touch me like this. And though we’d talked about him fucking me, it had only been words to me until this moment. A fun fantasy. Unobtainable and unrealistic. Except it wasn’t anymore. I could have it. Right now, if I wanted to.
My cock pulsed, on board with the idea, but I still hesitated. It wasn’t a decision I wanted to make impulsively.
“What I want…” I cleared my throat. “Is for you to take your big cock and rut it against mine.”
He exhaled shakily, then nodded, crawling up my body and planting a hand on either side of my head. I hooked my ankles around his thighs, letting him lower himself between my legs until his dick rubbed against the skin of my thigh.
I reached between us to take hold of him. So hot. So hard. Leaking for me. He angled his hips with my guidance until his dick was next to mine.
The size difference between us was prominent here too. He was big and thick, and I was small and lithe, and our cocks were proportional to that. He didn’t seem to mind.
I couldn’t help but notice just how deep inside me his cock would reach as his precum dripped onto my navel, but that was something to consider later.
For now, I wrapped my hand around us, groaning at the hot velvet skin against mine. Benny bit his lip to muffle his own sounds, and I used my other hand to tug it free. “I want to hear you.”
He nodded.
I’d seen him fuck a pillow, and a fleshlight. I knew how powerful and fast his thrusts could be, and I took a moment to brace myself for it. My ankles would hopefully keep me in place enough to prevent my back and ass from getting carpet burn.
His arms trembled on either side of me, but not from weakness, from anticipation, the force of holding himself back to wait for my order.
“Breathe,” I told him. I told myself.
The silence was loud between us. Heavy. The air thick with it like magic. A spell ready to be broken on a single word.
“Go.”
He grunted, his hips slamming into mine, his cock sliding through my grip. He gave me what we’d practiced. What he’d promised. He gave memore.
Despite my feet locking me to him, I was still pushed up until my shoulders hit his arms and he refused to budge, keeping me in place as he fucked my fist. His cock against mine provided more stimulation than I’d ever had before.
I needed to use both hands on him, determined to keep up.
If he fucked me like this, would he ruin me? Would he split me open on his dick and fuck me beyond repair?
I gasped. He grunted. I groaned. He whimpered.
My whole body was burning up. I wasn’t in control of it. Of anything. And I didn’t fucking care. Because this was everything.
“More.”
He snarled, his hips working faster, harder. It was on the wrong side of too much. Overstimulating. Almost painful. Yet I held him to me. I wouldn’t have him stop. I wouldn’t have him slow. He was desperate and brutal and that’s what I wanted.Needed.
Who else would ever feel this strongly about me? Who else would crave me to the point of wild desperation?
I’d let him ruin me if it meant I could feel desired this deeply.
“I’m gonna come,” I groaned. “Don’t stop.”
He was beyond words, grunting in response as he rolled his hips lower and I lost it, my body and spine seizing up as my cum shot out between us.
His dick slid through it, my slickness easing his path. He moaned, low and desperate, in a familiar way I’d learned meant he was about to come. He faltered, uncertainty seeping in. He wasn’t sure if he was allowed. If I would stop him like I did when we’d practiced.
I was still catching my breath as I pulled one hand away from our dicks, using it to run through the cum on my chest so I couldrub it onto his skin. Claiming his taut abs. More, claiming his sides. His ass. My finger slid down his crease until I touched his hole and he cried out, his arms trembling on either side of me as he held back his climax with sheer willpower.
