“Look at you. Fuck, you look good like this.” He pushed his fingers right up against my prostate, and I gasped, pleasure shooting through me. “I’m not giving you this cock until you beg for it.”
“Please,” I immediately gasped. “Please. I need you inside me. I need to feel you fucking me.”
He pumped his fingers in and out at a steady pace. “I remain unconvinced.”
Fuck me. I groaned into the pillow, pushing my ass back to meet each movement. “Mateo, please. Please fuck me. I’ve been thinking about this all weekend. All week. I don’t just want your cock, Ineedit.”
I did nothing to fight the desperation in my voice. Mateo gave my ass a light slap and then released my cock and pulled his fingers free. A streak of excitement ran through me as he leaned down and kissed my back again. He lined himself up behind me, the sound of the condom foil ripping building the tension. Fuck, I was already close to coming.
My heart hammered as the head of his cock nudged me.
“Please,” I whispered.
“I know, baby,” he murmured. “You need my cock.”
“I need it.”
“And I’m going to give it to you.”
He pushed his hips forward, entering me slowly. I groaned as I took him, realizing just how thick he was as he stretched me around him. He paused to pour more lube on my hole, working it until he was able to thrust, filling me completely.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Fuck. That’s so much.”
“That’s only half.”
Only half?
I thought he was all the way in, but I’d thought wrong. I groaned as he gave me more until he was finally fully inside me.
He reached around and grabbed hold of my cock again. My eyes closed and I realized I was already drooling as he started to drive his cock in and out, matching the same rhythm he was stroking mine to. My moans filled the room along with the sound of our skin slapping together.
“Fuck,” he mumbled.
A string of curses followed and I grinned, blinded by the pleasure bursting in every cell, thrilled that he was coming undone just as quickly as I was.
“I’m so close.” My voice was muffled by the pillow, grunts and groans between my words. “Please. Please let me come.”
Mateo’s chuckle was lost as he thrust harder, pounding me into the pillows, into the mattress. Lust clawed at my spine, pleasure spearing through me and pushing me closer and closer. All the times I’d imagined him fucking me didn’t do justice to the real thing.
“I’m gonna come,” I rasped. “I’m so close.”
Mateo groaned and drove into me, every movement taking me there. I squeezed my eyes shut, my voice ringing as my orgasm hit me, my cock jerking as I came. His hips stilled as he buried himself deep inside me, his voice joining mine.
Fuck, he was coming with me.
“You feel so fucking good.” His hands held my hips in place as more cum spurted from my cock, wetting the blankets beneath me. I was making a goddamn mess, but I didn’t care.
Mateo collapsed forward, his weight comfortable on top of mine. “Good boy,” he murmured, kissing my shoulder. One of his hands slid up, his fingers ruffling my hair in a way I enjoyed more than I thought possible.
I sank against the mattress, letting both of our bodies meld into it.
“Fuck,” I mumbled. “That was . . .”
“That was really fucking good.”
All I could do was nod as he continued to rub my head in gentle circles.
I was comfortable.
