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I brace myself. Being fucked by him the first time was the most intense experience of my life. It was so uncomfortable, and it felt so good. From the first moment he nudged inside me, I’d needed every inch to stretch and fill me. I’d begged him for more—harder. I’d almost bitten off my own tongue as minor suffering had morphed into deep, visceral pleasure—the feel of him reshaping my insides, of tearing me open.
“Yes,” I say now. Needing all that again and more, if it’s even possible.
“Tell me what I want to hear, baby.”
“I want you. I need you. I love you, Drew. Please…”
He presses infinitesimally forward, enough to stretch my hole and make it burn so fucking good. “You choose me.”
“Yes…yes. I choose you.”
“You choose who?”
“I choose you, Drew. I love you, Drew.”
“That’s it, baby.” Holding my hips in place, he slams his cock inside me, and I shout with how harshly satisfying it feels.
My groan as I adjust conveys profound desire. Primal need.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asks.
“Please. Yes.”
“Say it again.”
“I love you, Drew.”
He pulls halfway out and thrusts back in so hard, I have to roll onto my tiptoes. His hand squeezes my dick all the way up in a tortuous stroke. “Take it then,” he says. “Take what you need.”
Trembling, still braced against the wall, I grind my hole up and down his dick, searching for the muscle control he’s all but jerked out of me. I think of all the time I spent teaching myself how to properly twerk to show off my ass on Manhattan dance floors, and though I’d felt ridiculous in front of the mirror at home learning how to flex and extend my lower spine, they were hours well spent. It made me a more memorable lay, and it allows me to give Drew exactly what he’s asking for—and take what I need.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans as I find a rhythm to work myself from both angles—into his hand and onto his cock. He slaps my ass before grabbing a fistful of it but doesn’t stop me from going on this journey on his dick.
Christ, it feels so fucking good. The angle, the grind, the mind-numbing pressure on nerve endings I’ve ignored for far too long. I don’t know why I thought I wouldn’t like this. I feel like I was fucking made for it.
“You’re mine,” he breathes. “Say it.”
I can barely make words, but I want to say these enough to try. “I’m yours, Drew. All yours.”
“You feel so fucking good,” he says, and it almost sounds like he’s on the verge of tears again, but we’re making a lot of noise. Between the running water, my grunts, the slapping of wet flesh and his low growl, it’s hard to discern whether he’s at his breaking point.
I’m not even close to mine. I’ve found a zone. My hole is a slut, and I’m feeding it exactly what it craves. Over and over again in rough, aggressive rolls and clenches. I work him over like his cock is a dildo suctioned to the wall, steady pleasure burning in my core.
“Baby, you’re gonna make me come if you keep moving your ass like that.” His voice cracks. “I’m gonna lose it.”
I think he’s already lost it. I’m choosing him so hard right now, my prostate might as well have his name tattooed on it. I’m relentless, higher on this moment than I’ve ever been on cocaine.
His breath comes out in jagged rasps, he even whines like he wants mercy, but I don’t only want him to get out of his head, I want his mind blown. I look over my shoulder at him, his head thrown back, neck tendons straining, his brow drawn in what could easily be mistaken for agony, and his lips parted to let all his sounds escape.
“I love you, Drew,” I say.
His head jerks, and our eyes meet. He glances from my face to the place where we’re joined, then he grabs me by the hair and lets himself come.
He sounds totally wrecked as he cries out in the narrow shower stall, his moans bouncing off the tiles with resonance. The sight—the sound, the heat filling my hole, his hand growing clumsy on my cock, but still so tight—we nearly always come together, and the reason, for me at least, is that nothing turns me on more than making Drew come. Even thinking about it gets me hard, so when it actually happens, I’m a goner.
My cum streaks the beige tile in rapid, erratic spurts as I fight to stay on my feet.
Drew still has me by the middle, but based on the fact that his cock is still thumping in my ass, I’m not sure he’ll be much help if I suddenly collapse.
