My sanity is elsewhere.
My arms start to shake.
On his next powerful thrust, my elbows buckle and my shoulders fall to the bed. But he doesn’t stop.
Tek raises up from his haunches to kneel so he can fuck into me more freely.
My shoulders and arms are the only parts of me not in the air—not being supported by Tek’s hands on my waist, or cock in my ass.
I can't believe how much more I want him with each passing second, like he’s re-writing my entire personality one strike of his savage cock at a time.
This has moved beyond a dream. It’s an alternate reality, one where I’ve given my body over to be used by the man I’ve had a secret crush on for eight years.
My balls slap against him with every thrust.
My dick bounces against my own stomach.
I can feel drops of pre cum splashing against me.
“Spit… Sp—spit on me,” I beg like a bitch amidst the onslaught.
A thick wad of saliva splatters against the underside of my shaft.
I hiss at how fucking sexy it is, then furiously start pumping my cock.
“Goddamn, why is that so hot?” Tek heaves.
“Because you want it so badly… All of this… Me… Us together…”
“Shit… Carey. Keep—keep talking.”
“Isn’t this so much better than a random hook up?”
“God… Yes.”
“Because we know we shouldn’t.”
“We really, really shouldn’t.”
“Tell me I was worth the wait, Oppa.”
I don’t know what the fuck kind of noise he makes, but in less than a second Tek's arm is wrapped around me, his chest is bearing down on mine, and he’s literally fucking me into the mattress.
He’s got stamina in spades.
He’s half growling, half mewling with every deep thrust. But I can see in the tension in his neck that he won’t break—not until I do. So I pull both legs up as far as I can against my chest, and pump myself faster.
“Did you ever think it would be this good?”
“No… N—never.” His back hunches, he can barely hold his head up anymore.
“Look at me.”
“I can’t.”
I grasp his neck, just below his jaw, and push him off me enough that I can see him. “Why not?”
A deep shudder rattles through him. “Because I’ll…”
