“I want you. All of you. I want to know you in every way,” I said, my throat dry. But it was the complete truth.
He wrapped a gentle hand around my throat, and I was unable to look away as he slid his cock into me. There was no resistance, and I welcomed the slight burn of being invaded, my body singing with pleasure. I gaped into his mouth as he filled me so completely. He didn’t take his eyes off me. I couldn't look away either, his gaze holding me captive. He was everything I’d ever wanted and more.
Having a real dick in me was levels above produce. It felt better, warmer, and smoother like satin encasing steel. Despite him being careful and considerate, the lack of control over movement heightened the experience. I was safe with this gorgeous, sweet, dream of a man.
“How’s that feel, baby boy?” he purred against my ear.
“Like I never want to go back to produce again.”
He laughed, sending vibrations through me, making me clench around his cock. He made a dark sound, as if he were desperate to come. “You feel so damn good. I’m not going to last long.”
Digging my fingers into his hair, I pulled him into a kiss. He started fucking me, and I moaned into his mouth. Some of the sounds I made were embarrassing but I decided I didn’t care anymore. At this moment, I was free. He moved like water, his body fluid as he drove into me over and over. He was so beautiful, his body perfect. He buried his face in my neck as his throaty breath grew heavier and I held him close, sensing he needed comfort. I wasn’t sure why, but I was glad he needed me as much as I did him.
“Please…come,” I rasped out, wanting to feel and hear him orgasm while he was inside of me. “You’re not hurting me. It feels good.”
He chuckled darkly and changed gears. I wrapped my legs around him and clenched my sphincter in an effort to make it feel better for him. That sweet burn and fullness spread to encompass my entire being and a few strokes later, he grabbed onto me, grunting, and gasping as his cock twitched inside of me. I wished he hadn’t put a condom on. I would have enjoyed him leaving something behind.
“Damn,” he said on a breathy snicker.
He carefully leaned back, his cock still in my ass. I clenched down, wanting to keep him there. He pushed my panties aside, freeing my prick and started jacking me off. He rotated his hips, his softening dick stroking the walls of my ass. The pleasure built, and the moment I started to cum, he leaned in and swallowed my gasps.
“That feel good, baby boy?” He whispered as he pecked my nose and cheeks.
I smiled dumbly. “Can we do it again?”
He grinned like the happiest person in the world, and I wondered if this was as special for him as it was for me.
He winced and reached between our bodies to withdraw. “Let me take care of this.”
He was back in an instant with a washcloth and wiped the mess from my stomach. It made me feel special the way he cared for me. When we were the cleanest we were going to get without a shower, we cuddled in bed. I wasn’t afraid to touch him, curling my fingers around the fuzz on his chest. His own fingers were busy tracing the edge of my panties.
“I mean it when I say I like you in these,” he said.
“Okay,” I muttered.
“I’m serious, baby boy,” he said against my forehead. “You are so sexy and beautiful to me. Anytime you think otherwise, I want you to tell me so I can convince you of the truth. I don’t care if It takes a lot of effort.”
Biting my lip, I wiggled out of his grasp and straddled him. His smile slowly widened as I sat on his hips, trying to untangle my thoughts. I wish I were a master at saying what I felt, and I was determined to try.
Skimming my hand down the pads of his chest, I said, “I-I want you to know that you are too. Sexy, I mean. You would be to me even if you had…a few more pounds. I’m not a very vain person. I just…want you to know that you’re gorgeous.”
I didn’t think his smile could get any wider, but it did. “Thank you,” he whispered. “That means more than you know.”
“I had a nickname for you before we officially met. It’s kind of silly,” I said, skimming my fingers across his stomach.
“Tell me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Mr. Dreamy.”
He laughed so hard the bed shook. He pulled me in and kissed me until I saw stars.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
GABRIEL
December
“That’s it, baby boy, ride me like a bull,” I growled against his ear.
