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Rearing back just a bit since his muscles were still so stiff, I slammed into him, wanting it to hurt. He blanched and croaked on a whimper, sweat beading his brow.

“You’re my little fag.”

Dash hooked his feet behind my knees, grabbed my nape, and yanked me down, forcing his tongue into my mouth. He tried to buck but cried out in pain, an arm sliding between us to hold his stomach. I leaned my weight into a fist in the mattress to hold myself as close to him as possible without adding to his discomfort, and began rocking in and out slowly. Every thrust a little easier than the last, he went from grunting awkwardly, to complete silence, to suddenly emitting a low howl of pleasure.

“Fuck!” he blurted into my mouth. “Oh, fuck, what the hell?”

Snickering, I pushed up a little more to look at his face, loving his expressions. “You look like you’re enjoying this.”

“Oh, shit. It feels so fucking good, Vin. Oh, my god, so fucking good.”

Exhilaration surging through my system, I fell under the haze and groaned, moving a little faster. Because we were both hurting, and because of how incredible this moment was, my orgasm was approaching rather fast. Digging deep and grinding in wide rotations, my skin prickled at his reaction. He gasped and shook a bit, squeezing my ass to pull me even closer.

“Jesus, Vin. Oh, shit, right there. Oh, my god, that’s so good.”

His cracking voice had me dizzy with ecstasy, reveling that I was bringing him this kind of pleasure for the first time. Ignoring what he said, however, I pulled out a bit, angled my hips, and began making tiny pumps, my tip concentrating on his prostate.

Dash jolted and turned pale, his eyes bulging again. Shuddering, his thighs were trembling against my sides, a palm slapping to the headboard again. No longer able to speak, he was making all kinds of awkward sounds, completely coming undone.

“That’s it, baby. This is what I was talking about. You feel that? You’re about to have your very first g-spot orgasm. When you cum for me, you ain’t never gonna wanna cum for no one else.”

He made another noise that was part growl, part blubbering whimper, his lips trembling. His neck arching, his eyes rolled to whites and his lashes fluttered. This time, when he made a sound, it was almost painful, but I knew better. I knew he was about to have the best orgasm of his life.

Adding circles to my thrusts, he flailed out, his legs unwrapping to stomp his heels into the mattress. Lifting, he was bucking against me, his hips clapping to mine, his dick bouncing all over his stomach. His muscles clenching my cock, I choked on a breath, stilling to let him fuck me on his own. My chin on my chest, I looked down and smiled, his nuts tightening.

“Cum, baby. Cum for me.”

“Mmvm!”

Refusing to touch him, I wanted him to cum on his own, wondering if he’d ever been able to do that.

“Vinny, oh, god, Vinny,” he managed to moan.

Overwrought with lust at that sound, I broke. Growling, I shoved his hips back into the pillow, pinned him down, and pounded away, snarling and foaming at the mouth. Grunting and huffing with every slam, I threw my head back and roared at the top of my lungs, buried deep as my cock flexed and jerked, spilling everything I had.

He whimpered and bucked with his own orgasm, his dick flopping about as cum spurted everywhere. Hissing through gritted teeth, he dragged his hand from my ass to my side, his nails clawing my skin the whole way.

I shuddered and reveled the pain, involuntarily giving another couple tiny thrusts. “Oh, fuck, yeah.”

Spent, my muscles gave out and I collapsed so hard, he oofed, winded. His arms and legs fell to the sides, both of us panting heavily. Worried my weight was too much for his injuries, I flung myself to my back, just to hiss in pain at all the scratches. Lying next to him, my eyelids closed, a palm splayed over my chest to feel my racing heartbeat.

“Jesus fuck,” I muttered, my cock throbbing.

After nearly a full minute of silence, I lifted my head and craned my neck to look at him, startled to see him staring, unblinking, at the ceiling with tears streaming out the corner of his eye. A coldness swept through and I lunged to my elbow, turning to cup his cheek and force him to look at me.

“Oh, shit, did I hurt you? You okay?”

He gulped and shook a bit, his sweaty skin growing clammy. “That’s why I couldn’t cum in Georgia.”

My brows furrowing, I squinted. “What?”

“Jesus, Vin,” he breathed, shaking his head. “Jesus fucking christ.”

“What? Do I need to take you to the doctors? Did I hurt your wounds?”

“You just fucking ruined me.”

A bolt of fear hit my stomach and my mouth, and I rose to my knees, inspecting the bandages. The bad one had a little inflammation around it, but none seemed to be bleeding. What was he talking about?