Page 58 of Who The Hell Are You?

I nod, clearing my throat. “Yeah, I got tested right after the last time I had sex. I'm clean. It's been a long time…”

He nods too, stroking his palms up and down my chest. “I’m clean too, I got tested and I’ve never not used a condom,” He pants. “My ass is all yours. Fuck me.”

I could come untouched just by his words.

“You're going to kill me Cassie.”

He smirks, being the inked reaper I love. My sassy boy who wants to please me and put me in an early grave all at the same time.

“Fuck me good and I won't have to.”

I slap the side of his ass cheek and he preens, gasping and slamming himself down on my fingers still in him.

“The mouth on you.”

He smiles down at me, knowing I clearly love it. Taking my fingers out once he's prepped enough, I grab the bottle of lube again from beside us and squirt it directly onto my dick. I also let it dribble onto his hole.

“That's cold!” He squirms, which quickly turns into a hoarse moan as I rub it around his rim and then work my hand down my shaft. I'm dripping precum and so is Cass; it pools onto the blonde hairs trailing down my pubis. So fucking hot.

Not wanting to wait any longer, I align the head of my cock with his perfect hole and push in just the head. He gasps as it inches past his ring of muscle, furrowing his eyes shut.

Running my fingers that weren't just in him up the bridge of his nose, I massage between his brows, using comforting words and then rubbing my thumb over his jaw. “Want to light check?”

“I don't know what that is.” He grits out, and I continue to rub circles into his skin.

“Next time. You ok? We can stop.”

Opening his eyes finally, he shakes his head with determination. “No, don't stop. Please, more.”

Trailing my hand back down, I rest both my hands on his hips and slowly thrust up, working my dick into his body inch by inch. Moving out and in, I tell him to breathe, making my exhales more prominent so that he follows my breathing. Cass does, the blissed out glaze returning to his eyes as he takes me to the hilt.

“That's it, right there. You're doing so good Baby, taking all of me. Look at you, my fucking good boy.” He preens under the praise and moans like I'm the first hit of water after being stranded for days. It's not ridiculous because that's how I feel being inside him. His tight hole is choking my dick, the warm channel the only place it wants to ever visit again. I wonder if he'd be into the whole cock warming thing, because I can't imagine leaving. I don't want to.

“M-move.” He begs.

I let out a low warning chuckle and the glaze clears from his eyes, his focus intensely zoned in on me as he comes to terms with what's happening.

“Sweetheart,” I coo, stroking his cheek and then his jaw. I drag my nail down to his neck, teasing all of my fingers along his collar bone before both my hands take him by the waist. “You're not the one in control.” It’s the last thing I say before I start to jack hammer up into him, and he cries out. It turns into loud moans, his nails clawing at my chest and I welcome the pain.

“Miles, fuck, yes, more! Harder.”

I oblige, holding him to bounce him up and down on my dick. His eyes are unfocused, completely blissed and his mouth is open on a silent moan.

“You feel so good, so perfect. I'm not gonna last.” I tell him, already feeling the lick of pleasure up my spine, my entire body on fire.

The slick noise of our bodies coming together, a sheen of sweat all over me and his juicy ass hitting my balls edges me even closer.

“”Touch yourself.” I command.

His hand grasps his leaking red dick and he tugs it roughly, choking on a sob as he starts to tense. I see it in how his muscles tremble, his thighs tighten and his hole pulses around my dick.

“Cassie, my love, fuck this–this, is so good. I'm coming, fucking take it.” I drop him down hard, impaling him onto my cock. Once, twice, and then I start to spray ropes of cum into him.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes.” he moans repeatedly, before thick warmth splashes all over my chest.

Lungs heaving, he collapses forward onto me, not caring about the sticky mess between us.

Running my fingers through the damp curls at his temples, I kiss the side of his head, stroking and whispering words of praise as we both come down from the highest height of pleasure. I tell him how good he did, how perfect he felt. How he made me so happy, how gorgeous he looked. I whisper all the things I want to do to him and that I'm so honoured he let me have his first time.