Page 78 of Shattered Dreams

Just fucking say it, Paul.

Andre looks up at me, his bright blue eyes shadowed and dilated, his lips kiss-swollen, his chest heaving with heavy breath.

I open my mouth to speak, but it’s him who speaks first.

“What are you waiting for?” he asks, his voice low.

There are a million things I could say. Probably a million things I should say.

But they never make it out of my mouth because Andre takes his wet, sticky hand and finds my cock, guiding me towards him.

He kisses me, and I swear I see stars. Instinct takes over and I take my cock, his hand dropping as I guide myself towards his entrance.

I want to go slow, want to take my time so I don’t hurt him, but also so I don’t blow my load before I’m even inside him.

Because I’m so turned on right now and this feels so good, I think I just might come early if I’m not careful.

But the minute I push into him, his hole clenches me and he sucks in a breath, and it’s like I’m possessed.

I thrust into him, sliding in with more ease than I expect and we both groan. Andre thrusts his cock up against me and then I watch as he wraps his hand around his cock and starts to stroke himself as I pick up my pace.

I swear it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“You feel so fucking good,” I groan as my thrusts come faster. The sound of wet skin slapping echoes between my thrusts and his stroking his dick. “So fucking tight.” His insides clench me like a vise. I’ve never felt anything this good. It’s like his body was molded to fit my cock.

“So do you,” he says, and his voice is full of absolute desperation.

My orgasm hits me hard, so sudden and so intense, I nearly collapse from the rush.

“Oh, fuck!” I bite, my entire body tensing as I come. My breath catches as I still, my body thrumming with equal ecstasy and relief as I fill him. Andre thrusts up against me from below as he grabs my jaw and kisses me, biting my lip. I lean my head against him, my cock pulsing inside him, and it definitely does not feel the same as fucking a woman.

It’s so much better.

Not because he’s a guy, but because he’s Dre.

And he makes everything better.

He is perfect. Everything about him is perfect.

“Are you close?” I ask, my voice breathless.

He nods as his pace on his cock quickens. “Yeah.”

I kiss him slowly.

“Come inside me.” My words are more of a plea than a demand, but I don’t care. I want him.

I want him so bad right now.

Andre pulls away, and I think I’ve gone too far. Think he’s going to tap out.

Especially when he lets go of his cock and slowly eases off of me.

I glance below, where my cock slips out of him.

I watch his hole spit my cum out, watch as the thick, white ropes of truth drip down his thighs.

And then I feel the rush, the heavy rush of his body knocking me over like a true linebacker. I suck in a breath and barely have a moment to process what’s happening before he pulls me to my knees, shoves my head down into the pillow, and starts fucking me with not one, but two fingers—fast and hard.