“Please, please fuck me, baby.”
Damn. I love hearing Cull beg.
The squelching of his fingers almost sends me over the edge, so I pull my hand free and line myself up, rubbing my cock through the leftover lube. He pulls two of his fingers out, leaving his middle and ring fingers buried deep.
“Move your hand,” I command gently, ready to fuck him until he can’t walk straight.
“No,” comes his husky reply.
I hesitate. The last thing I want to do is hurt him, and I know this might be more than he can handle. He’s still new to this, considering I’ve played with myself for years. I tell him as much.
“You know I like the bite of pain. If it becomes too much, I’ll move them.”
Trusting Cull knows his limit, I carefully notch the head of my cock to his ass, grabbing the lube and dribbling more over my length as I press in. We both hiss at the same time, the pressure almost euphoric.
“You okay?” My legs are trembling with the need to slam into him, but I breathe deep to keep hold of my sanity.
“Hell yes, keep going. Don’t stop.”
I keep pushing in, careful not to hurt him more than what he’s hoping for.
Once I’m fully seated, I take a moment to compose myself. I’ve never in my life felt something so good, and that’s saying a lot, especially with the sex Cull and I have had.
My hands tighten on Cullen’s hips as I pull back nearly all the way, then thrust forward, my eyes rolling back.
“Fuck yes!” Cull yells.
His eyes are scrunched closed, a blissed-out smile playing on his lips.
I pull back and drive forward again, setting a relentless pace.
The garbled words spilling from Cullen’s mouth are one of the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard. His moans, grunts, and incoherent praise are for me alone, and the knowledge sends a rush through my chest.
I’m more confident now than I was the first time we did this. My movements are smoother, my instincts stronger. I’ve learned what he likes, what makes him unravel, and there’s something intoxicating about knowing I can give that to him just as surely as he does for me.
My pace quickens, a shiver racing down my spine.
“Shit, I’m going to come.”
In a move so fast it leaves me blinking, Cull rolls us, pinning me beneath him. He hooks his arms around my legs and drags me to the edge of the bed.
He’s shoving into me before I can process what happened. A vein stands out in his neck with the effort, but he doesn’t slow down. The intensity of it steals the breath from my lungs, leaving me unable to do anything except hold on.
“You said you weren’t choosing,” he says through labored breaths. “Now it’s my turn.”
Yup, I’m not complaining. Cullen is pegging my prostate with the perfect amount of force, my balls so heavy they border on pain.
I’m shoved up the bed with each of his thrusts, and each time he yanks me back down to the edge. Sweat glistens on his forehead, and every rough sound that escapes him sends a shiver racing down my spine.
My hand goes to my cock, tugging frantically. “I’m coming,” I gasp, just as the first jet of thick cum hits my chest.
“Good boy, baby. I love how you come for me.”
The streams seem neverending, the waves of my orgasm dragging out with each hit Cull makes to that spot deep inside of me.
Cullen’s movements start to jerk, his head tipping back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Every muscle in his stomach flexes as his orgasm crashes over him. He draws a sharp breath, ramming into me so hard I swear I see stars.
