Page 44 of Strong Side

Knowing he’s ready, I quickly reach for the lube and squirt a generous amount on my dick, hissing the moment I wrap my hand around myself. Grabbing myself at the base I notch the head of it at his entrance. Rocky’s entire body tenses. Leaning forward, I balance myself with my forearm on the bed while simultaneously cupping the side of his face. “You ready for me, Baby? You ready to take my dick like the good boy I know you can be?”

His eyes search mine before they narrow, and a hint of mischievousness takes over his face. He can never make anything easy, can he?

My hold on his face tightens. “Answer me.”

“I hate you.” He says it, but the smile on his face says otherwise.

Leaning forward, opposite my hand, I take the lobe of his ear between my teeth and pull; the hiss of pain that leaves his mouth is like music to my ears. “Hmmm, I hate you too, Rocky Baby.”

I gently push my hips forward until only the head of my cock is nestled in his ass.

“Oh, shit. Holy fuck.” His voice is strained as his body fights against the intrusion.

Helping him along, I gently bite his neck right below his ear before speaking against his skin. “I hate that you always have to fight me.”

I push my hips forward a little more. “Bear down for me, Baby.” He follows my instructions and I breath a sigh of relief as he lets me in. “Just like that,” I praise and move my lips around to the front of his neck. Biting again.

“I hate that you’re so smart, but you don’t let anyone see it.”

My hips move deeper, and my mouth bites down harder.

“I hate that you can see right through me.”

Deeper. Harder.

Rocky’s fingers dig into my delts as I fully seat myself inside of him. “I hate that nothing or no one has ever felt this fucking good.”

“But you know what I hate the most?” I pull my hips back until the head of my cock is the only thing that’s inside of him.

“What?” he asks, his voice nothing more than a trembling whisper.

I slam my hips forward, and he cries out. I answer with my mouth against his, “I hate that I don’t hate you. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.”

“Clay…” The room is dark, but if I didn’t know any better I’d swear I watch his eyes glass over. Whether it’s from the intense feeling of me being buried inside of him or what I just said, I don’t know. But I’m going to go with both.

My hips begin pistoning in and out of him at a steady pace. Reaching back, I grab his hands from behind me, one at a time, and pin them to the mattress above his head. With one hand firmly gripping both his wrists and one squeezing his hip, I say, “You feel so fucking good, Baby. So warm. So tight. So. Fucking. Perfect.” I enunciate each word with a thrust. Rocky can’t even speak anymore. The burn that once resided has now morphed into undeniable pleasure. “You were made for me, Rocky, Baby. Such a good fucking boy for me.”

His hands flex against my hold, but I don’t let him move an inch. I crash my mouth into him as it opens in a cry of pleasure, and with one more thrust of my hips, without even touching his dick, Rocky spills his cum between us, and I swallow every single pleasure-filled moan.

Only when I know he’s coming down from his high do I let myself get lost in the moment. Knowing the second I do, I won't be able to last. I tear my mouth from his and bury my face in the crook of his neck, finally letting go of his hands, letting them fall to my back. As soon as hisstrong arms wrap around me, I know I’m done. With one more deep thrust, I hold myself deep inside his ass and spill inside of him, coming so hard I swear the feeling tears my soul apart and puts it back together with Rocky woven between every cracked and broken piece.

From this moment, I know that nothing will ever be the same. Who I am from here on out is wrapped up in Rockwell Campos.

With an overwhelming feeling of rightness settling inside of me, I tilt my head slightly, using my hand to force him to face me. And with my head resting next to his and our chests still heaving for air, I whisper, “I love you.”

1. Cry to me- Marc Broussard

29

Refractory Period

Rockwell

Clay’s still holding my face, cock buried deep in me, and continues talking like nothing just happened, “I know I just blurted that out, but that doesn’t mean I don’t mean it. Ifeeldeep, Baby, and what I feel for you is love. I feel it in the depths of my soul. So deep that you’ve embedded yourself into my very being. I know it. If you aren’t ready to say it back, I totally understand; I’m not expecting you to, but I don’t want to hold it in, and Irefuse to take it back.”

1??Looking him in the eyes, I tell him, “You know how much you mean to me, Clay, but I’m just… I can’t…” I don’t miss the slight hurt on his face, but he recovers quickly. He pulls out of me slowly, and I feel his seed leaking out of me.

Why does that visual of him leaking out of me have my dick twitching?

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