He worked me up again, so close I thought I’d scream, then backed off. I whimpered. I must have sounded pathetic, but he just hummed, pleased, and pushed my thighs even wider.
“You’re doing well, Clayton. Really well.”
I tried to answer but my brain was gone. Everything was gone. It was just him, the heat of his mouth, the scrape of his beard, the weight of his hand locking my wrists to the bed. He moved up my body, pinning me down, so heavy and solid I thought I’d split in two.
He let go of my wrists. “Turn over for me.”
I did. No thinking, no hesitation. My legs barely worked, but I managed to kneel, face pressed to the pillow, hands gripping the comforter. I was shaking so bad I thought I’d fall, but he just braced a hand at my hip and steadied me.
He leaned in, beard scratching against my shoulder, and bit gently down at the nape of my neck.
My vision went white.
“Good boy,” he whispered, low and hot. His hand stroked down my spine, then lower, kneading the flesh of my ass, spreading me open.
I should have been embarrassed. I should have wanted to hide. But I didn’t. Not with him. I wanted him to see. I wanted him to do anything, do everything.
He took his time prepping me. Lube cold at first, then his fingers, slow and careful, working me open. It didn’t hurt. Not even a little. I could have cried from how good it felt, being taken apart by someone who actually cared.
He stroked my lower back, thumb circling the spot just under my scar. “You’re okay?” His voice was soft, right in my ear.
“Green, sir,” I gasped. “Please, I want…please.”
He grinned. I could hear it.
“You want my cock, is that it?”
I almost choked. “Yes, sir. Please. I want it. Please, I need…”
He donned the condom, then pressed in, slow, so careful, and the stretch made my head spin. He was thicker than anyone I’d ever had, but he didn’t rush. Just eased in a little at a time, hand holding my hip, thumb tracing slow circles as he went.
When he was all the way in, I thought I’d float right off the bed.
He bent over me, chest to my back, cock deep inside, and let me feel every inch of it. “You take me so well, Clayton. Like you were made for this.”
I moaned into the pillow.
He moved, slowly at first, grinding in deep, holding me right where he wanted. Every thrust hit perfectly, every movement sending sparks through my whole body.
He reached under, wrapped his hand around my cock, and stroked me in time with his hand, milking me in perfect rhythm, and I completely lost it.
“That’s it. Good boy. Come now.”
My body locked up. Felix drove into me, deep, grinding his cock against my sweet spot until I wanted to shatter. I barely made a sound, just shook, everything going white at the edges as I came, hard, all over his fist and the sheets. He kept fucking me, never letting up, voice right in my ear.
His grip on my hip was iron, holding me right where he wanted as my orgasm tore through me. I sobbed into the pillow, helpless, still braced on my elbows while he slammed in harder and faster. The sound of his skin slapping against me was filthy, obscene, but I needed it so much there was nothing else left. He let go of my cock and grabbed both my wrists, pinning them to the bed while he fucked me through the aftershocks.
He groaned and pushed in all the way, then just held me there, cock throbbing as he came deep inside. I could feel it, the hot rush, and I wanted to stay like this forever. Wrapped up, pinned, ruined, but safe.
Felix didn’t let go. He just stayed, chest pressed to my back, both hands trapping my wrists. I couldn’t have moved if I wanted to. I didn’t want to.
We just breathed for a while. His cock softened, but he didn’t move. Just nosed at my neck, beard scratchy, breaths heavy and slow.
“You still good?” His voice was low, softer than anything I’d ever heard from him.
I nodded. “Perfect, sir.”
He smiled against my skin. I felt it. He released my hands, smoothed his palms down my arms, then pulled out, slow and careful, hands always on me like he knew I’d fall over if he let go. He rolled me gently, right onto my back, and cupped my jaw so I had to look at him.
