“Soft doesn’t mean I wasn’t enjoying myself, not when it comes to fucking,” I said with a chuckle. “Get used to that. Sometimes I’ll be hard when you fuck me, sometimes I won’t be. But I’m going to love it every time.”
“Dunno about every time.”
“Oh, I’m pretty confident.”
Of course, now I had the added bonus of being able to take him all the way, an experience that was apparently extremely difficult and exceedingly rare for him. That thought was dizzyingon its own, but I wasn’t going to let that be that. I was going to make sure he enjoyed every second, even if it wasn’t many seconds for either of us.
His eyes flashed when I moved, no longer experimenting with my range of movement or what he felt like inside me. I had both figured out, and now I was here to make sure both of us enjoyed it all the way.
His fingers closed around my thighs as he lay there. The uncertainty and worry on his face were disappearing as I picked up the pace. There was no way to take him in huge thrusts; my hips just weren’t able to reach that range. But I could get plenty inside, and I realized that when I let him take control in the future, I was probably going to get a firsthand experience of what it meant to have my guts rearranged.
With a grunt, he pushed himself up andsomehowheld onto me as he pulled both of us back so he could lean against the wall, his hands falling to my hips and gripping tight. His mouth crashed into mine as he yanked me up and slammed me down onto his dick with a low growl that dissolved any protest at having my fun taken away. He was taking control, and I wasn’t going to argue.
His name was a curse and a blessing on my lips as he yanked me up and down, and I loosely tried to follow his motions with my body. My prostate was being knocked into a whole new county, and I groaned and cried out as he used my body. His teeth caught my bottom lip in a kiss and then he slammed me down, closing his mouth over mine and my eyes went wide as I realized the other consequence of how big he was…I could feel him throbbing heavily inside of me as he came.
Cade’s breaths came out in pants, and it was too much. I reached between us, and I had barely gripped hold of myself before I arched back with a cry, splattering his stomach with more cum than I remembered having before. Pleasuredemolished my nerves as it tore through me, and I bowed forward, unthinkingly sinking my teeth into his shoulder and making him cry out.
I didn’t know how long I sat there, in his lap, his cock going soft inside me until it had no choice but to slide free as I lay my head on his shoulder. I was aware of myself at some point, however, and with a faint groan, I pulled back and looked him over. His eyes were wide, and there was an ugly red mark and the smallest trickle of blood on his shoulder.
“Aw, shit,” I said with a wince. “Sorry.”
He glanced, as if he could somehow see it. “Nah, that actually felt kinda good. Don’t worry, if ya wanna scratch me up next time, be my guest.”
“And if you want to take over and be rough,afterI tell you that you can freely use the battering ram, be my guest,” I told him with a chuckle.
“Sounds good to me,” he said, nuzzling his face against mine to catch my lips and kiss me softly. “You were amazin’, just so ya know.”
“Thanks,” I chuckled. “That was more than I’ve ever taken before, so, uh…personal record?”
“Maybe you could, uh…show me?” he asked, and his cheeks gained the slightest pink color.
I blinked. “Wait, like…you bottom?”
“Sure,” he said with a shrug. “I mean, it’d be fair, right? I just done it to you. Seems only right.”
“You realize that’s not necessary, right? This isn’t a punch for a punch sort of thing, right?”
“Yeah, but maybe ya can do it, anyway?”
“And if you don’t like it?”
“Then there’s a bunch of other things, includin’ this, that I do like, and you seem to like.”
“Oh, that’s an understatement.”
He grinned. “Good, then one day…you’ll show me, and we’ll see if I like it. Know what I do like, though?”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Cuddlin’ after a good fuck,” he said with a yawn. “Maybe a nap.”
“I think I could be persuaded,” I said, a pleasant sleepiness buzzing in my head. “So get into position, ya big ass little spoon.”
“God forbid a man likes feelin’ someone’s arms wrapped around ’em while he rests,” he grumbled as he flopped over on his side. It wasn’t graceful with one leg, but when he remembered he didn’t have the prosthetic, he didn’t look bothered like he had before. Clearly, whatever we’d done had wiped away that problem as well.
Overall, I’d call today a solid win.
CADE
