“You’re so beautiful like this,” he says, then, “What are we doing?” He sounds so amazed by this, by me, by us, and honestly, I am too. But I also don’t ever want him to question this, or himself. I really want Miles to know I’ll always be here for him, that he can always count on me.
When his hold loosens, I say, “You’re about to fuck your boyfriend…and make me come. I really wanna come.” I’m practically whining. I’ve never been the kind of guy to be desperate, but I am for him.
He chuckles softly. “You want this dick?”
I want more than just his dick. Surely, he must know that.
“Please let me have your dick. I want it so bad. My hole is so fucking hungry for you.”
His pupils flare, alight with hunger, and he grabs the lube from the drawer.
I roll to my back, legs spread, stroking my aching dick.
“I didn’t say you could touch that.” He slicks his cock.
“Please. I’m so fucking horny.”
“You’re always horny for a dick.”
“Your dick.” Who in the fuck ever thought I’d have a monogamous relationship? I sure as shit didn’t, but I can’t imagine wanting anyone else but Miles.
“It’s my hole. Only I can fuck it.” He pulls my legs over his shoulders. “Only I get to breed it.”
He sounds as greedy for me as I feel for him, and I want him to have whatever he wants.
To take it.
The only way I’ll be satisfied is knowing I’ve fully satisfied him.
“Yes. Give me what I want, Miles,” I beg.
“What are you doing to me?” he asks, before the blunt head of his cock presses against my rim. I relax my body, and he works his way inside, pressing his mouth to mine in gentle but hungry kisses while he tells me what a good hole I am for him and how much he wants me. We breathe out together when he’s fully inside, my body stretched just the way I like. Miles pulls back and thrusts forward again, fucking into me with everything he has, sometimes kissing, sometimes not, his body slapping against mine on the shaking bed.
“Yeah. Fuck. So good. No one dicks me down like you.”
“Like your boyfriend,” he reminds me.
“Yes, boyfriend. Fuck me harder.”
He doesn’t disappoint. He never does. His dick hits my spot, my whole body sensitive and tingling. I’m so fucking close to busting my nut, Miles’s neck corded as he’s concentrating on me, on what he’s doing to me.
“God, you’re amazing. Love fucking this ass. Just me. Only me,” Miles says, a sexy grit to his voice.
I hear his desperation, how much he needs me tonight, and I assure him, “Just you.”
He pulls back enough so he can spit on my cock. “Stroke it.”
“Fucking gladly.” The first stroke almost sends me over the edge. My hand on my dick, coupled with the feel of Miles inside me, pegging my prostate…it’s all too much and not enough. I’m ready to shoot but want it to last all night.
“You gonna come for me? Do it. You only come when I say you can, don’t you?”
“You know I do.” Having Miles tell me what to do, when I can come, gets me going like nothing else and he knows it.
“Then do it. You don’t get my load until you give me yours.”
My eyelids flutter, heart racing, all that sensation wrapping around me until I can’t help but give in, jacking my dick throughmy orgasm, my cum landing on my stomach, my chest, even on my neck.
“So fucking sexy,” Miles says, fucking harder, until he’s losing himself to his orgasm too, dick twitching as he pumps a fat load deep within me, emptying all his darkness, giving it to his sunshine.
