Wyatt shivered as he pushed a finger into his tight entrance. His other hand fondled his balls, cupping them roughly and watching his young cowboy squirm some more.
He slid another finger into him, causing Wyatt to buck against him, moaning deep in his chest.
“The sounds you make with just my fingers in your ass,” John said hoarsely. “I can’t wait to hear the sounds you make when it’s my dick.”
Wyatt whimpered, trying to hump John’s fingers, and he let him, enjoying the show of him rutting himself against him.
“That’s it, baby,” he drawled. “Show me how bad you want it.”
Wyatt’s eyes seared into his, fully blown out and almost unrecognizable with wanton horny lust. John just discovered Wyatt not only had a praise kink, but a dirty praise kink. The dirtier, the better.
“You’re such a good, slutty boy for me…” John praised, and Wyatt’s cock pulsed, leaking messily onto his stomach.
“Jesus, fuck…” Wyatt arched. “John…!”
He smiled deliciously down at his cock and sucked it into his lips, fingers deepening inside him, tasting the salty sweetness of his precum. He swirled his tongue around his engorged head before slowly popping off, watching it thump against Wyatt’s stomach so hard it looked almost painful.
Heat pooled into his veins at the needy, desperate sight of him as he speared him a few more times, watching him writhe and gasp before finally sliding out of him and pressing the head of his cock into his entrance.
“Are you ready, cowboy?” John asked, breathing constricted and heart hammering.
“Please!”
He bit his inner cheek, ridiculously pleased and turned on, excited to turn this cowboy into a messy, ruined puddle of limbs and bliss. He held himself above Wyatt, hips locking into position as he pushed forward, sinking into his ass, his cock stretching his tight channel, and John nearly choked in pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” John panted, feeling the rushing build of his own climax throb to the tip of his sex and the base of his balls. It felt so fucking good as he pushed deeper and deeper until Wyatt let out a torrid cry from the pit of his throat.
He had fucked Wyatt before, but this felt different. This felt like the first time, but better. He couldn’t appreciate it before because he was so riddled with shame and armor, unwilling to receive the true pleasure from it. Now, he was fully exposed. Fully unguarded, desperately needing to see how good it was for Wyatt and feel that inside himself—inside his heart. Because Wyatt was seared into his soul.
John pulled slowly out, feeling the tightness of his cheeks clench around his cock, drawing out the ecstasy. He shuddered, and without waiting drove forward into a pounding thrust, hitting the prostate and causing a full back bend from Wyatt, who nearly launched off him. John held him down and did it again and again. The bed rocked against their combined movements.
He thundered into him relentlessly, watching Wyatt take it like the best bull riding champion, not once breaking rhythm. It was hypnotizing and…
“So fucking beautiful,” John admitted out loud, watching the tensing of Wyatt’s abdomen, his flexing hips, his clenched jaw as he held back the crushing orgasm. “So beautiful…”
John rutted into him, leaning over with both hands on the bed, fucking him with reverence. “My… good… dirty… cowboy. You take dick so fucking good.”
Wyatt moaned. It was loud, unhinged, and wild. The sound went straight to his cock. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could do this and knew he wanted to see Wyatt crash before him. He had to. John roughly reached between them, palming his throbbing cock as it slapped against his stomach, and tugged. Wyatt squirmed and the tension around his cheeks slammed around John’s cock, hips bucking upward, eyes closed, straining—everything straining in glorious display just for him.
Mine.
He’s mine forever.
“Fuck, baby!” John groaned.
Wyatt shuddered, cock erupting in his hand, streams of his bliss flying upward to his chest and stomach, coating him with milky, creamy cum.
“Christ, you cum so fuckin’ good for me,” John rasped, mercilessly tugging another few pulsating jets from Wyatt’s cock as he continued to fuck him. His tempo was jerky and wild, losing his sanity with each thrust. Wyatt, breathing hard while being rocked and pounded, reached between them, eyes locked with his. He fingered his bliss and pushed it between John’s lips, who sucked his finger down greedily. Tasting his man. Tasting the climax that John fucked out of him.
Tasting what washis.
That was his undoing.
He climaxed, breaking into Wyatt, shooting his load deep and hard into his tight ass. Wyatt clenched, milking and drawing him out, “God, yes…”
John shuddered, blinking back the stars behind his eyes.
He finally finished, heart racing as he slowly withdrew from him, body trembling.
