He presses farther, the head of his cock stretching me, and the balance between pleasure and pain is overwhelming. He’s so big—soeverything—that my breath stutters, but I urge him on anyway, pushing back slowly, nodding as I beg, “Fuck, more. I can take you, Boone.”
The pause of his hips is pure hesitation.
We’ve talked about this. I know his fears. I understand them. Respect them. But he wants this too—ustoo. His need is as high as mine; I’m just a hell of a lot more vocal about it.
“Fuck, Boone.”
“Patience, Elias.” His voice is strained as he holds my ass cheeks apart.
A fresh gush of slick, and he eases out an inch before pushing deeper.
My eyes roll back, legs shaking. I’m grateful my forehead is already pressed to the mattress, because I wouldn’t be able to hold myself upright otherwise.
Inch by inch, he works his way inside me. Sweat drips into my eyes with every slippery glide of his cock. He’s careful—sopainfully careful—that my heart stutters at the tenderness of it.
“How far?” I mumble, my voice wobbling despite my best efforts. His large hand soothes my ass, grounding me.
“Just a little more, my Elias. You’re taking me so well.”
If it weren’t for the tremble in his legs and the strain beneath his words, I might think he was completely in control.
I bob my head, wondering whata littlemeans to Boone. He’s nine inches long with a circumference designed to destroy me, and even with all our preparation, the question feels relevant.
“Keep going,” I say.
“Okay, my Elias.”
His fingers trail forward, gently stroking my cock. I’m so turned on, so eager, but my poor dick seems utterly confused by the chaos of sensation.
As he eases farther inside me, Boone strokes me through the burn. The pain is intense—far more than the plug I’d stupidly thought was “giant”—but his hand is perfect, the sting and pressure somehow merging into unbearable pleasure.
And finally—finally—Boone grunts and shudders, his voice dropping to a rough rasp.
“Perfect, Elias. I’m inside you. Fully.”
I nod shakily, focusing first on the feel of his fur brushing my thighs and my spread ass cheeks. Smiling at the sensation, I drag in a trembling breath and concentrate on where we’re joined. With an unsteady hand, I reach back, needing to touch it—us.
We groan together as my fingers press to the opening where his cock disappears into my stretched hole. “You’re really all in there,” I say, wonder bleeding openly into my voice.
“I knew you could take me.” He punctuates the words with a soft kiss to the back of my head.
A grin splits my face wide. Is it deranged to feel this proud of being stuffed to capacity by his monster cock? Maybe. But it also feels so profoundlyright.
The throb of his cock has me returning my palms to the mattress, properly on hands and knees, groaning. “Boone, baby—now fuck me like I’m yours.”
Without preamble, he slides out and thrusts back in. “As I am yours,” he growls.
I gasp, my cry breaking free. “Yes—fuck.”
He fucks into me again and again, each drag of his thick cock brushing my prostate. I slam my eyes shut, lost to sensation.
Boone’s movements are controlled—relentless, but restrained. If he used his full strength, I’d be tasting him, so of course he holds back. His steady strokes on my hard-on never falter, the grip perfect, and before I know it, I’m hurtling toward the edge.
It’s too much. It’severything.
The rustle of his fur against my skin. His possessive grunts with every thrust. The way he strokes me into completion as I shout—an honest-to-the-monster-gods cry that short-circuits my brain and sends my cock erupting in streams of cum.
Tears spill down my cheeks, the overload consuming every particle of me. This right here is?—
