And not just by anyone, by the man who has consumed all my waking thoughts in the last two weeks.
“Yes,” I mutter. “I’d like to make you come.”
I want to feel it inside me. Just like when he came in my mouth yesterday, and I swallowed it all as he stroked my hair and called me a good boy. I shiver thinking about it.
The second finger plows in, and I stiffen, waiting for the pain, but all I sense is the same odd sensation as before. I gasp against Sevastyan’s foot and lick it when he rubs my taint with his thumb. “You really are tight. We’ll see how long that lasts,” he adds and steps off my face.
I’m shaking as I look into the mirror, at him kneeling behind me again. I should be more scared, but when he swats my asscheek, all I can do is plead.
“Yes. Please.”
Even his smile is so confident. In his beauty. His craft. His skills in bed. Why would he hesitate before pushing his thick shaft inside me?
I paw at the blue floor, rolling my forehead with a low moan, because his cockhead is too thick. Or is it? It doesn’t exactly hurt. Maybe it’s the unexpected stretch that has me panting. Before I even get to adjust to the feeling, he pulls out, and he must have added even more lube, because he thrusts in again, even deeper this time. While the stretch is most definitely there, and a sensationI need to get used to, the glide of his dick inside me is easy.
I groan, my toes curl, and I don’t even have a good handle on my reactions. There’s the physical, and then there’s the purely emotional response of elation that he’s inside me, that I’m getting fucked by this amazing, hot guy, and that I’m his sole focus.
In this moment, I can truly believe I matter to another person, and it feels so good.
He’s still now, and the echo of pain that erupted at my entrance is slowly receding.
Warm hands slide up and down my back, careful. Tender.
His touch is making my eyes sting with unshed tears.
“You’re doing good. So good,” he rasps and pushes his hand into the hair at the back of my head. A moment later, I’m facing our blurry reflection, and he grins at me in the mirror.
He looks like the devil incarnate when he makes the next thrust with a grunt of satisfaction, and I just know his whole dick is in. I wiggle nervously, finding it hard to breathe, but I’m high on this new feeling, and can’t get enough of it.
His words are like a tiny bell jingling in my heart over and over again. I’m a walking contradiction, because fear got me horny, and now I’m just as excited about the praise. Or is it relaxing me so I can take more of what he wants to give?
My emotions are all over the place when he starts to slowly rock his hips against my ass. I don’t know what it is about penetration, but it’s like letting this man into my very core. I’m so vulnerable with him, and trust that he won’t hurt me right now even if our whole situation is fucked-up.
“Yes. Good,” I moan at a harder push. It still feels so very odd, but at the same time addictive. I already know it’ll be an acquired taste, like coffee, but I don’t need earth-shattering anal orgasms to feel complete. My man is inside me. He holds me. He wants me. I don’t care about anything else.
“Yeah? You like being stuffed like this?” Sevastyan asks, pulling my head up again. Fuck, I’m an utter mess with the flush peeking out from under sweat-streaked blue pigment, but I can’t look away even when my lover focuses on the spot where his cock enters my body.
I’m so damn hot right now. For once, I can see what he sees in me, and it’s exhilarating.
“Yes. Please.” I try to tune into the rhythm in which he moves, his thick dick plunging into me again and again, skin slapping against skin. “It’s what I’m for,” I babble between one moan and another, pressing against Sevastyan. I want to be his so badly. I don’t think I understood before today. So far, I’ve been walking on a knife’s edge each day, but now I let him stab it deep inside me and there’s no turning back.
I won’t be calling for help. I’m exactly where I want to be.
His thrusts are harder now, faster, and while there’s a mean edge to his voice when he asks whether this is how I want to be treated, I feel safe. He’s dressed up his concern as dirty talk, and I can’t help getting even more aroused. I thought the fullness I initially felt would be all there is to it, but as my lover wrestles me to the floor, shifting inside me, something else rears its head. A hot sensation that feels almost like pain yet is so very welcome has me pushing my hips back each time.
We grind together like two beasts, my mind ever more chaotic as he whispers obscenities into my ear. Each dirtyword strips back another layer of me, until I’m naked and defenseless.
I mewl against the floor, legs spread wide open for him as he unleashes the kind of fucking I was afraid would hurt, even if I fantasized about it endless times. I’m too far gone. It doesn’t hurt. I might be somewhat sore, but I embrace it, horny out of my mind. Every time he thrusts over the spot inside me, I rock against him with a grunt, desperately seeking that bit more to make myself come.
If I wasn’t a good boy who listens to instructions, I would have been jerking off like a mad man.
I kind of want him to come first though. I’m greedy for his cum, and I can’t get enough of how hot and stiff his cock feels. The physical manifestation of his lust.
My knees slide apart, and while I try to pull myself back up, Sevastyan collapses on top of me and wrestles me into complete submission. I cry out, so overcome by emotions I can’t even name that my eyes water yet again. My insides radiate with sensation as he thrusts into me erratically, and then... oh, I feel him come.
His dick’s pulsing inside me. He’s shaking yet so stiff. He’s pumping me full of his seed.
My body twitches when I think about it.
