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Noah must sense my distress because his eyes soften as he leans up to kiss my cheek. “Are you sure? We can stop this if you want.”
I look at those angry hazel eyes and find nothing but tenderness. He would stop if I asked him to, wouldn’t he? He would just let this be and walk away without a fight. The thought that he would be willing to do anything to make me comfortable emboldens me. I reach for him, pulling him down so I can mumble against his lips. “I’m ready.”
He tortures me with the dildo for another minute before pulling it out. An obscenely wicked slick noise causes my ass to clench in anticipation.
“Condoms?” he asks, setting the dildo down on the nightstand.
I hadn’t even thought of that. I don’t carry condoms with me during camp. I never had a reason to. I shake my head, but I don’t want him to leave. I don’t think I’ll be satisfied with anything less than him pounding me until I scream. “Are you negative?”
He holds a finger up and reaches down at his discarded pants. He pulls out his phone and scrolls through it. When he’s found what he was looking for, he turns it to me, displaying a screenshot of his test results. “For peace of mind.”
“I got tested after I caught Jenny cheating on me,” I tell him. “I haven’t been with anyone since.”
“I believe you,” he says. He drops his phone and gets on the bed, crawling toward me as I move back until my head hits the headboard. “Are you ready?”
I nod, gripping his shoulders as I wrap my legs around his trim waist. “Yes.”
“I’m going to make this so good for you,” he promises, running his hands up and down my thighs. “Now, say, ‘fuck me, please’.”
Panic hits me again. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be begging Noah to fuck me, but I’m too far gone. There’s no stopping this. Iwantthis. More than I’ve ever wanted anything else.
“Fuck me, please,” I beg, running my foot up and down his calf, angling myself when he puts his cock against my hole. “Noah, please. Fuck me.”
He drops his forehead against mine and pushes. Thanks to the dildo, I swallow him up easily. There’s a burn, a slight sting, but the feeling of him bare inside me makes that disappear. I arch my back as his hips meet my ass, holding himself still as I get used to him.
If I liked his fingers and loved the dildo, I have no idea what I feel about this.
Is this what it feels like to be fully whole? Is this what I’ve denied myself my entire life? Is this exquisite pleasure and pain what’s been missing from my lonely existence?
He starts with slow measured thrusts, pausing each time he bottoms out, holding himself up by his elbows, and staring at me without hesitation. When a crease appears on his brow, I wrinkle my nose in a silent question. It isn’t until he brings his thumb up to my eyelids that I realize I’m crying.
He sucks his thumb in his mouth before dragging it down my lips. “I’ll take care of you, Jarred. Just let yourself go. I won’t let you fall.”
I nod as he resumes fucking me. It’s sweet and tender for a few minutes but grows into something brutal and animalistic the next. It’s like he’s losing control, losing the battle with himself to be gentle and patient. There’s a light sheen of sweat on his forehead as he grabs my wrists and holds them above my head.
“Open your mouth.”
I do, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as he spits in it.
“Swallow.”
I do, and his responding moan makes my cock ache. He pulls out and I whine, but quickly it’s forgotten when he easily flips my weak body over to get me on all fours. I have to hold onto the headboard as he rams himself back in, spreading my cheeks as he lets a trail of spit run down my ass and into my hole.
“How do you like feeling dirty, babe? Do you like my cock in your ass?” he asks, kneading my ass almost painfully, sure to leave bruises behind. That’s fine. Bruise me. Hurt me. Paint me as yours and never let me forget it.
“Yes. Please. Don’t stop.” If it’s possible, I nearly come when he slaps my ass. When he does it again, this time harder, I feel my cock jerk. “Noah…Noah! I think…I think I’m going to come!”
“Do it. Come so I can scoop it all up and fuck it inside you.”
The image only sends me over the edge. Before I can come, he quickly flips me over and engulfs my cock in his mouth. The sight of those hazel eyes peering up at me and that lubed-up cock aching makes me explode. I come into his mouth, but he doesn’t swallow. He raises my legs in the air, perching them on his shoulders as he spits and lets my cum soak my hole. I scream when he plunges back in, and he’s frantic. Frantic enough that every thrust makes my head bang against the headboard.
This new angle is torture, beautiful torture that hits a hidden spot within me. But there’s something missing. It’s not thathe’snot enough, butit’snot enough. I can feel a second orgasm building within me, but it’s frustratingly out of reach.
“I need more,” I whine, holding onto dear life as he reaches down to jack my cock. “Noah! More!”
“I have an idea,” he says, out of breath as he pulls out. He leans down and smiles, sultry and seductively as he examines me. “Look how loose that hole is. You want more, babe? You think your virgin ass can take it?”
“Yes, please!”
