“So good. So full,” he murmurs and then lets out a low groan when I reach around and stroke his cock.
That seems to wind him up, and he gasps, his head coming off the pillow, his fingers searching for something to hold on to. “Shit, Whit. Move.Move. Jesus. Fuck me. Please.”
I hesitate, but he won’t stop begging, pleading, so my fingers dig into his hips, and I shift my cock out of his tight hole. Slowly, not wanting to hurt him. But he grunts his disapproval and tries to fuck back against me once more.
“More. Faster,” he gasps, and I realize I’ve lost control. I try to hold on to the fleeting thing a bit longer, but I know eventually I need to give in to him.
“So good,” he moans as I stare down at my cock dragging out of his entrance.
Caleb grunts and glances over his shoulder at me. My gaze meets his, and he furrows his brow and slams his ass back, impaling himself on my cock.
“Caleb. Don’t want to hurt you.”
“Wreck me. Fuck me. Now. I want to feel you for days.”
I let those words settle against my chest and then lurch forward, my hips connecting with his ass with a loud smack. The bed shifts forward as I give him what he’s asked for, and the way he’s moaning, chanting my name, tells me he likes it. Loves it. He’s arching his hips back, biting down on the comforter, holding on as I wreck him.
“Oh Jesus,” he cries out, arching his ass up a little more, letting me use him.
“You’re such a slut for me. Aren’t you, Caleb?” I huff as I fuck intohim. “So damn greedy,” I moan before wrapping my arms around him and pulling him up roughly. He’s lifted off his elbows, his back pressed against my chest. Totally skewered on me. His breath leaves him in a rush. My fingers twist in his hair, turning his face toward mine, and I kiss him roughly.
“You’re mine.Mine,” I say and then bite down on his bottom lip before fucking my tongue into him as I thrust up into his hole. His entire body is shaking, his groans music to my ears.
And when I shift slightly, he cries out, his cock jerking and cum spilling across the sheets.
I grab his neck and squeeze, thrusting into him three more times before filling him up, marking him as mine.
My teeth land on his neck, biting down roughly as I empty myself into him. It goes on for ages, the euphoria and pleasure a mix of disbelief and complete astonishment.
Nothing has ever felt this good before.
I’ve never fucked anyone like this, bare and completely as myself.
Caleb sags against me, and I hold him upright, my hand still on his throat, feeling his gasps of breath.
I let him go slowly, my hands moving up to his shoulders.
“You okay?” I ask.
His throat clicks. “Need water.”
He falls forward, my cock still inside of him. I knead his cheeks softly before pulling out of him, not wanting to hurt him. Then I hop off the bed and grab a water bottle.
“Here you go,” I say as I hand it to him. My hands are trembling slightly, and Caleb bites back a smile when he sees them. He pushes up on an elbow and gulps down the water before collapsing on the bed.
“You wore me out. I want to do that again. Tonight,” he says, even though he winces when he moves. I huff a small laugh and thread my fingers through his happy trail.
“Maybe,” I reply.
“Why maybe?”
“You’ll be sore. We should give your body a rest.”
“Fuck rest. I want it again. Give me a few hours.”
I let out an incredulous laugh and then press a tender kiss to hislips. He lets me clean him up even though I know he’d probably be happy with my cum dripping out of him all night.
When I lie down next to him, he rolls on top of me.
