I bit my bottom lip, my hole clenching.
“Relax for me,” he murmured.
This wasn’t the first time he’d fucked me. But something about it seemed different. My heart kept fluttering, and emotion threatened to overcome me.
“Need you inside me,” I said, practically begging.
“Shh. I’m here.” Two slick fingers pressed into me, stretching my rim. I blew out a breath, relaxing, so he could push them deeper. “There you go. Just let me in.”
He pumped his fingers, scissored them to stretch me, then added a third. He stroked my prostate, making me twitch, then withdrew.
“Ready for me?”
“Been ready,” I snarked.
He chuckled, his breath tickling my throat. “Sorry to make you wait, darlin’. I’ll do my best to make up for it.”
“Just hur?—”
He pushed in.
My words dried on my tongue as I sucked in a sharp breath. There was the exquisite burn my brain knew would soon turn to pleasure.
He slipped his free hand over my waist to fist my dick, and I moaned and arched.
“Your nipples look so hard and needy,” Bryson said into my ear. “Why don’t you give them some love?”
I raised my hand to pluck and tug at my nipples while he rocked deeper into my ass, filling me to the brim, and stroked my cock with a slippery hand.
It was too much sensation. I wasn’t going to last.
Just as I neared the edge, he released my cock—making me groan with frustration—and grabbed my jaw to guide me into a sloppy kiss.
His tongue swept in, hot and slick. He bucked his hips, fucking me harder. I gasped for breath and reached for my dick. He caught my wrist. “Wait, darlin’. Let it come to you.”
“What?” I protested.
“Want to make you come with my cock.”
“I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Just try,” he suggested, guiding my hand back to my chest.
With a huff, I tugged and pulled on my nipples, taking my frustration out on my body while my cock throbbed with need. The tension continued to build, making me feel as if my cock would split open soon.
Bryson changed his angle, nailing my prostate. He did it again.
I cried out sharply, shocked as my orgasm crashed into me.
I spilled without a hand on my dick, my ass pulsating around Bryson’s dick as he ground against my prostate unrelentingly.
“Bry, fuck?—”
“So good,” he rasped, shuddering, as he suddenly came too.
My cock kept spilling, pleasure rising and overflowing like a wellspring. He caressed my outer thigh, rubbing gently, as I quivered with aftershocks.
“How was that?” he murmured. “Good?”
