“Okay,” I whisper.
He presses a soft kiss to my temple. “Now that’s settled, I’m gonna fuck you,” he says, gripping the base of his sheathed cock.
My heart thuds in anticipation, wild and erratic, as I watch his hand gliding up and down his impressive length. It was one thing to put that giant monster in mymouth, but how in the world is it supposed to fit in my ass?
“Relax, baby,” he murmurs, running a gentle hand across my cheek. “Get on your hands and knees. It’ll be easier that way.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I roll onto my stomach and lift myself into position. He grips my thighs and pulls me tight against him, his cock sliding beneath my balls. The sensation draws a moan from my throat, my arms quivering.
“Shhh,” Troy whispers, rubbing soothing circles on my hips. “I got you, Ash.”
The blunt head of his cock bumps against my hole. I force myself to take a deep breath, bracing for pain. But when he finally pushes inside, it’s slow and careful, whispering sweet reassurances that I can barely hear, the words muffled in my brain. When he’s fully seated inside, he stills and runs a soothing hand across my back.
“I’m gonna move now,” he says softly.
I nod, my head hanging low, blond waves falling in front of my eyes like a curtain.
He pulls out a little before pushing back in, snapping his hips. A sharp tingle spreads through me, awakening every nerve. I gasp and fist the bedsheets.
“Do that again,” I plead, turning my cheek against the mattress.
“I got you, baby.”
He draws back and slams inside, setting a steady pace while grabbing my hips, thumbs digging into my flesh. I struggle to hold myself up, my arms wobbling. Troy’s palm presses between my shoulder blades to arch my back with my ass in the air. He fucks me hard and steady, the sound of slapping skin and soft grunts filling the air.
“T-Troy!” I moan, pushing back against him to take him deeper.
“You feel incredible.” He looms over my back, biting down on my shoulder. “So tight, so perfect for me.”
His praise ignites something inside me, a slow, hungry swirl low in my belly. I want to be good for him—to please him, to make him addicted to me the same way I’m already addicted to him.
He tugs my body against him, pounding into me with a relentless pace. It’s deep and hard, each stroke sending bolts of arousal straight to my cock. I reach between my legs and give myself a cautious stroke, syncing my hand with his thrusts.
“That’s it,” he says, angling his hips to hit my prostate dead-on. “Be a good boy for me, Ash. Make yourself come.”
I whimper pathetically, tears of pleasure fogging my eyes. I never understood the way my brothers and friends talked about sex with girls. They described it like a mind-bending high, something life-altering, but I always found myself detached during it. I’d let my mind wander while my body went through the motions, chasing a means to an end.
But this, with Troy, is different. Now I get it. At twenty-four years old, Ifinallyunderstand what they were talking about.
My balls tighten as my orgasm erupts, rattling through me like an earthquake. I leak all over my fist and onto the sheets, shooting out long, thick ropes of come.
Troy stills behind me and comes with a loud, guttural moan. His cock twitches and pulses inside me. He whispers my name again and again, devotional, like it’s the only word his mouth remembers.
After he pulls out, he collapses onto the bed and pulls me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest, his soft pecs the perfect pillow, while his fingers drift lazily through my hair. He presses a kiss to the top of my head. It’s a little ridiculous, being cradled by him when I’m much taller than he is—but it feels good. Safe.
“You okay?” Troy asks, his hand drifting lower and lightly grazing my hole. “Does it hurt?”
I hum, my cheek flat against his chest. “No, not at all. I’m good.”
His body relaxes beneath me, tension easing as his muscles soften. “You liked it? It was… good for you?”
I glance up and meet his gaze—scared, uncertain brown eyes searching my face. I’ve never seen this look on him before. He’s usually so confident, so unshakable. The vulnerability warms something deep in my chest, knowing I get to see a side of him he never shows the world.
“It was perfect,” I say, tracing idle patterns over his chest. “Did you like it?”
His mouth quirks into a small smile. “Baby, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
The last of the tension drains out of me, leaving me boneless and sated. I snuggle closer, the scruff of his beard brushing my cheek as his hand drifts lazily across my back.
