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Evan slips the condom over his cock, making it look even bigger and more prominent. It stretches all the way up to his stomach. He’s red and sporting a swollen glans, and the sight makes me wonder how that thing is supposed to fit in my ass.

It’s proportional to the tree-trunk thighs in front of me.

Evan furrows his brow. “Hey? Everything okay? You don’t seem happy.”

I tear my gaze away from his cock and purse my lips. “Yeah. Very happy. Just doubtful about how this is supposed to work, but. ”

His expression softens again, and he leans over me. “You know it’ll fit. We’ve proven that more than once.”

“Yeah.” I whisper back to him.

“Nothing’s a must. It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

“I want to, I want to.” I reach for his cock and pull Evan closer to me.

He closes his eyes for a moment. “A hundred points for enthusiasm,” he mutters through clenched teeth, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Slowly?” I whisper.

Evan lifts my legs by the backs of my knees and presses them against my chest. Carefully, he positions himself between them. “You set the pace.” He positions his cock at my entrance and presses it gently against it.

I lift my pelvis and slide toward him. It would be easier on all fours. But Evan’s gaze is fixed on my face, and I can’t imagine giving that up. He moves further toward me and pushes past the first ring of muscle.

“Ah.” I’ve missed this. There’s no trace of the stinging pain I experienced when we first tried this three weeks ago. I slide further toward him. It’s more of a wiggle of my hips, and Evan presses further into me without taking his eyes off me. The pressure of his immense girth increases inside me, the burning intensifies, but there’s no pain. It’s simply Evan, pushing himself into me with his entire presence and form. Making me his own. And there’s nothing I’d rather have. I don’t just want to feel him on me, against me. I want to have him inside me.

“More,” I moan, and Evan thrusts himself all the way into me.

A deep sound accompanies the rolling of his hips. I stretch my neck and savor the sensation of being completely full.

Evan runs his hand along my upper body. “Everything okay?”

“Fantastic,” I croak back. I lift my hips slightly, which drives Evan deeper into me. “Move,” I say.

Far too slowly, he presses his pelvis against me. He pulls out, fucks me again.

With one hand I grab my cock; the other finds Evan’s arm. I hold onto him, keeping him close.

Evan picks up the pace and thrusts into me faster and faster, harder and harder.

The friction, the fullness: It’s the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time. No work, nothing to occupy my thoughts. Just Evan and me.

He keeps one hand on my hip as he thrusts into me, while the other strokes me, my thighs, my arm. As if he can’t get enough of me.

I want to hold off my climax, but I lose control. My orgasm creeps up on me, overwhelming me so that I can’t react. In intense waves, I come all over my hand, my stomach.

Evan looks down at me as if he’s seeing me for the first time. After three hard thrusts, he stiffens above me, lets out a long moan, and comes deep inside me into the condom.

In that moment, I wish we hadn’t used one. I want to be as close to him as possible. I immediately push the thought aside and enjoy the closeness we share.

Our breaths mingle. His grows quieter, and we both calm down.

Evan carefully pulls out of me, and I regret that it’s already over.

He gets up, goes into the bathroom, and comes back with a washcloth.

I’m lying on the bed, completely spent. Evan is still kneeling naked in front of me, kissing my shoulder and cleaning me up.

“Thank you,” I murmur, not quite sure what exactly I mean by that.