Page 124 of Strange Lad
“Noted. Now, fuck me.”
“Aren’t you a bossy little thing?” I tease, pumping into him once. He groans, digging his nails into my back. “Does it feel better, baby?” I check in.
“Yes. Slow is good.”
“Tell me when you want more.”
“When it comes to you, I will always want more, beautiful.”
Jorge
I Idolize You
Oli gives a test thrust, and my toes curl. Those little digits have grown an entire new nervous system, I swear.
I’ve never had this much stimulation from sex. My hole burns a little, and I’m so fucking full I can feel his dick tickling my uvula. I’m hyper-aware of his every twitch, his breath on my lips, and the soft brush of his hair over my collarbone.
To say I’m obsessed with this is an understatement. There are no words.
“More,” I tell him, using my legs to push him deeper.
I’ve never been high before, but I imagine this is what it feels like. An altered reality, a kaleidoscope of new colors, symphonies of new sounds—everything all at once.
Thrusting into me again, he groans when my hole clenches. I didn’t even mean to do it, but it seems like my body is determined to keep his cock in me at all costs.
Oli has me out of my mind with love and lust, aching to my innermost core for all of him.
“Good?” he checks in.
I nod frantically, swiping my thumbs over his nipples and pinching them. “So good, beautiful.”
“Doesn’t hurt?”
“No.”
He’s propped himself up on his elbows, resting them on either side of my head. His back lengthens and arches as he shuttles his dick in and out of me. I latch onto his collarbone, sucking and biting as carnal fuckingneedburns me alive. Speared on his cock, pinned to the bed, I meet him thrust for thrust. The orgasm that’s been waiting impatiently in my nuts returns with a vengeance, threatening and savage. Oli must notice because he slides onto his knees, curling me into a damn ball, and fucks into me faster.
The new angle has him nailing my prostate, his fat cockhead kissing it over and over. “Fuuuuck,” I cry out.
“Come for me, kitten.”
God, he’s a filthy, filthy man. I love it.
Pushing through my bent legs, he steals a kiss, wet and demanding, before he straightens and bucks his hips like a machine. I plant my feet on his chest, palm the headboard of my bed, and lose the last of my humanity. A guttural moan rips out of my throat as my hole spasms around him; my dick fires off so hard that I can feel my nuts shriveling. Cum paints my chest, my chin, and even gets in my hair.
Full body shudders ripple through me while he uses my body for his pleasure. I hold on for dear life for two more minutes until I feel the hot spray of his release coating my channel. His moans are gorgeous, satiated, and so real I reach for him immediately. I want to swallow them, gobble them up, and keep them safe inside me. Throwing my arms around his neck, I keep us connected while I kiss the life out of him. His hips rock still, soft, and almost instinctive.
“I love you,” I say between kisses. “I love you so fucking much, Oli.”
He whimpers.
Whimpers.
I kiss him harder, deeper, feeling his hair, ears, and bearded cheeks. “You are mine. My love. My novio. My babe. I feel like I’m going to explode because I love you so much.”
Oli buries his face in my throat, ignoring the cum there, and shakes in my arms. “I finally got you,” he croaks, voice raw. “I finally got you.”
“You got me beautiful. I’m yours.”
