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I kneel behind him, align my cock with his ass and push in slowly. I find minimal resistance and bottom out on the first thrust.

fourteen

Grave robbing date goes wrong

EWAN

James’ cock is in me , I think with sudden clarity. Oh my god, it’s really happening!

This is so much better than a sex toy. It’s hard but softer than a cold, inanimate object. He’s also bigger than my ex, who was my only experience with penetration with someone, and it was so awkward we didn’t really enjoy it.

But James is the opposite of awkward, and he takes what he wants, and I love that he does. So. Damn. Much.

He works himself in and out slowly, and the sensation is enough to make me sob again, the pressure almost too much. But then he finally gives a hard hip-thrust, and I scream.

“Fuck, yes, sing for me,” he says. “Open your legs wider. You’re so much taller than me.”

I obey, mind reeling, and he readjusts his position. Then when he starts fucking me again, I can’t help the flood of moans and screams. It’s so... so... good...

He hums. “You were made for this. Look at you.”

A little voice in my head whispers that I should be ashamed. That he's degrading me, and as a man I should be angry. But he’s right. I love this so much. And he doesn’t sound mean when he says it. He sounds like he’s overjoyed to have me under him.

And I... I... “James... James...”

I feel fragile. As if my heart is made of glass and with one wrong move it’ll shatter into a million pieces.

“I got you, baby...” he says. “I got you. You’re so fucking perfect. Let me worship you. You can let go.”

The dam breaks, and the tears spill out. I bury my face on the couch and relax. He can have my body. Hell, he can have it all. My soul, my pride... Right now, I’m his. The relief hits me, and it almost makes me come.

James picks up speed and begins to fuck me faster. Each thrust sends sparks skittering along my spine. My knees will get carpet burns, but I don’t care. I’ll cherish them. I’m so hard again, and my cock hangs heavy between my legs, deprived of friction. I don’t mind, not when I feel so close to orgasm again just from penetration. I don’t know if he’s hitting my prostate or it’s the remnants of the ghost’s magic, but it feels amazing. I close my eyes, letting it all take me under.

James is losing it, too, and he keeps uttering filthy talk. “Oh fuck, you’re so damn tight... So damn... ugh!” His hands hold on to my waist, his nails digging in my skin. “I want to... spend the night... buried deep... inside you...!”

“You can...” I say between sobs.

“Mmh, don’t mind if I do.”

I feel something wet and warm touch my back, and I realise he’s licking my sweaty skin. Oh god... “James...”

“Turn around. I want to see your tears.”

He pulls out, and I moan regretfully. I feel so empty. He doesn’t give me time to argue and drags me away from the couch. I’m putty under his hands, and I let him push me on the floor. Then he rearranges my legs over his shoulders and enters me again. He’s still wearing most of his clothes, while I’m entirely naked under him. I don’t know why, but it turns me on even more. I feel exposed, and it creates a power imbalance between us that I find incredible. Something's wrong with me. I just want to be used and abused by him, but also protected and loved.

“I’m a mess...” I whisper, hiding my face. My cheeks are wet with tears.

“Yes, you are, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re the most beautiful mess I’ve ever seen, and you turn me on so damn much.” He pounds into me at the end of every sentence to drive the point home.

“Really?” I choke out.

He grabs my hands away from my face. “Really.” Then he bends forwards and licks my tears.

I’m so turned on, too, I feel like dying.

“James... harder...”

Hunger shine in his eyes. “I need you to promise to tell me to stop if it’s too much for you. Ewan. Promise me.”