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“Such a good toy,” I croon as I take him as deep as I can.
“Please,” he whines as his body tenses and trembles. “Pleaaase. I need to come.”
Putting my free hand on his knee for better leverage, I pick up my pace and make him wait for my answer.
“Paul . . . please!” He’s desperate and almost there, almost to the point of no return, and he’s afraid I’m going to make him stop. I love this part. “Paul!”
“Give it to me. Fill me with your cum.” My words are a harsh demand as I ride him hard. “I want your cum dripping from me while I fuck you.” The pace I set is fast, and I’m already sweating. Red splotches explode across Brendon’s skin as he shudders and comes inside me. The warmth and throb of him inside me pushes me closer to the edge too, but I’m not there yet. Brendon relaxes, weak and sated. Sitting up, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and kiss him. He tosses his arms around my waist but doesn’t have the energy to put any pressure into the hold.
The post-orgasm weakness, when his head is quiet and his body is relaxed, is such a turn-on. I love that I can do this to him. That I can work him up, push him to his breaking point, then watch him fall is a high no drug will ever touch.
Once his breathing slows, I lift off him, and he falls back on the bed.
“Come here.” I pull on his thighs to bring his ass back to the edge of the bed and lift one so I can get to his hole. The plug slips out easily with only a little moan from Brendon.
I slick myself up and push against him. He tenses up just a little, but the slide inside is easy thanks to the stretch of the toy. I push his knee to the bed and use his other thigh as leverage to snap my hips against his ass. He’s tight and hot around me. So fucking perfect.
Watching this strong man give in to the pleasure I force on him gives me an appreciation for strength that I didn’t have before. It takes so much power to submit.
He takes me so beautifully, letting me use him in any way I want with no hesitation.
Brendon moans as I use his body, his spent dick twitching against his stomach.
I’m not going to give him enough time to recover and come again. I want my own too badly. I need to mark him, fill him, use him.
“You take it so well,” I groan, and he tightens around me.
“I want it,” Brendon begs. “Please.”
Electricity shoots through me, tingling concentrates in my balls, and I shudder as I empty myself into him. Brendon hooks his leg around me to keep me close as my knees threaten to give out. I lean on his chest to stay upright and breathe through my orgasm.
“Fuck, I love you,” I mutter with my eyes closed, sucking in as much air as I can.
“I love you too, Pauly boy.”
I smile and open my eyes, seeing the love I’ve always been so afraid of shining back at me. I kiss his chest and step back so he can get up.
With cum dripping from both of us, we stand in an embrace and just hold each other. Surrounded by love and support and comfort, I know I’ve found my one and only.
39
Paul
We’ve been in Michigan for a few days, just hanging out with my grandparents. Brendon is learning all about keeping chickens and goes out to collect eggs every morning with Seymour. Pretty sure he’s now planning to raise chickens once we leave college. My little weirdo.
I’m sitting on the couch, the pup curled up in my lap when the front door opens and my dad walks in. He freezes with his hand on the knob when he sees me, half in the doorway as we stare at each other. We look so much alike it’s startling. Like looking into my future. His hair is longer and turning gray, his beard is going gray too, but his eyes are empty. There’s no light in him, not like when I was a kid.
Seymour barks, and I drop my gaze and set the dog aside to stand.
I clear my throat and straighten my T-shirt just to give my hands something to do.
“Hey, Dad.” I look up, standing tall while I try to sort through my feelings. “I didn’t expect to see you.”
“Shouldn’t you be at school?” He closes the door. “I was going to tell Richard that I grabbed the poles I left in the garage.”
He starts past me to go look for my grandpa, and I can’t help the punched-in-the-gut feeling.
“That’s it?” I demand, clenching my jaw. “I haven’t seen you in years and all you want to know is why I’m not at school? You didn’t even wait for an answer.”
