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“Years of dancing.”
He slaps an ass cheek, giving me a delicious sting. “You ready for this?”
“More than I’ve ever been ready for anything.”
Ford shuffles forward, hand rubbing over my balls as the other grips his shaft. “I’ll go slow.”
“I know you will.”
The pressure of his cock at my hole is exciting. Precum dribbles onto my abs as I bear down, and then Ford’s cock slips inside. It’s a stretch like nothing else, delicious and a little painful, but mostly satisfying in a way I’ll never wrap my head around.
He opens me to my limits the further he pushes inside, his lube-covered hand slowly stroking my cock and keeping me horny.
“Feel good?”
“Amazing.”
“You have no idea how sexy this looks.” He grabs my hips and snaps his forward, groin meeting my ass and sealing us together.
I take over on my cock, looking up at all that man towering above me. “I dunno. I have a sexy view from here.”
He chuckles and sinks down, setting my ass back on the mattress and covering me again. Every small move sends ripples of pleasure through me.
Ford pulls me into a lazy kiss, his hips making small circles, testing me out.
I moan into his mouth to let him know that everything feels amazing. I wasn’t lying when I told him I’ve always been curious, and now I know why. It’s a feeling like nothing else. Being filled. Being owned. I’m more or less helpless as he spears into me.
Ford’s thrusts pick up, grunts becoming hoarse, and I keep stroking myself to his rhythm. Knowing that he’s using my body, that it’s driving him insane and making him feel as needy and floaty as I am, is addictive.
Especially when I know that all it would take is one word from me for all of this to be over. But I’d never torture either of us like that because if Ford stopped, I really might die.
His cock is hitting all the right things inside me, and I feel filthy and dirty spread open for him, but almost cherished by the way he doesn’t stop kissing me. I swallow every one of his grunts and gasps, loving the taste of his need, loving the way he’s using me. My limbs feel oxygen-less, tingly, little prickles breaking out all over.
I need to come, but I don’t want this to end. Not with the way he’s pounding into me. Not with the way he smells like fresh sweat and sounds like he’s desperately on edge.
My hand picks up, jerking off faster, but before I can reach my orgasm, Ford closes his arms around me and flips us.
He ends up on his back, me hovering above him, and then he takes my hips and goes to town. He fucks up into me so hard and fast all I can do is hold on for the ride and try not to come.
His beautiful body is coated in a thin layer of sweat, and I love watching his arm muscles flex as he grips me hard. Harder. Firm enough to leave bruises. I want them. The reminder that once this is all over, that’s how much he needed me in the moment. Ford, the man who’s always so sweet and considerate, needed to come so badly that he forgot himself.
My balls pull tight at the thought.
“Ah, fuck me, I’m close.”
“Trying here, sweetheart,” he grunts. His grip digs in, blunt nails biting painfully against my skin. Every thrust sends a soft slap echoing through the room, over and over, mixed with his deep moans, his harsh breathing. I try to ride him, but he’s moving too fast, so I fist my cock and jerk off as hard as I can. I’ve never precumed so much in my life, and my cock thickens in my palm. It’s getting too close. Too ready. I’maching. My skin itchy. Tight. Needing to get there. Almost able to feel it, to fall into it.
Ford cries out, head tossed back, tendons standing out in his thick neck as his cock pulses inside me. Feeling him unload sets me off, and finally, that amazing high crashes into me, taking over my entire body.
I slump down on top of him, not able to keep myself upright any longer, and Ford’s arms immediately close me in.
He’s sweaty, covered in my cum, and breathing hard, but I curl around him, loving the closeness after all …that. Sure, I’ve had dominant partners in the past, but I’ve never justgivenmyself to someone.
Ford presses a kiss to my forehead. “You good?”
I hum, letting my eyes close. “Very.”
“We probably need to shower … again.”
