Page 45 of Strong Side

Clay lays beside me as he holds my face and, with the gentlest smile, whispers, “I know. It’s okay. My love for you isn’t dependent on you saying it back.”

His light shines so fucking bright, and I never want to be the reason it dims. So, I tell myself that I need to be open and honest with him from here on out when it comes to my emotions. This is my first relationship since being in college, and I know Clay has had nothing but short flings. I had a couple of girlfriends throughout high school but tried to stay away from anything that could’ve turned too serious. Mainly focusing on school and volleyball. Now my first real relationship will be with a man, and I need to wrap my head around that before I go spilling my feelings to him. No matter how deepthey may be.

Trying to give him some reassurance I say, “If that was hate… then fuck me like you love me. Give meeverything.”

Clay’s smile grows practically wicked. “Oh, you have no idea what you just asked for.”

I look down at his dick, and it’s laying there hard as a rock on his stomach, ready to go again. I don’t even know if it ever went down. “Do you have a thirty-second refractory period or something?”

I have never come and then ended up hard again that quick, but I just saw him do it with my own eyes.

“Or something…” he trails off with a mischievous grin, but then I watch as his entire demeanor changes and dominant Clay is out to play again. “Now flip over. I need my cum staying in you.”

Fuck, that’s hot.

I flip over onto my stomach and, just to pester him, say, “Yes, Sir.”

A slap echos out, and the sting on the globe of my ass has me biting my bottom lip, trying to contain the moan that wants to come out.

“Now, what did I tell you about being a brat, Baby?”

Slap.

The quietest moan manages to escape me. The pain of the sting has me rutting my pulsing cock into themattress. I don’t answer him, fully aware of what my silence is going to earn me.

Slap.

Same spot as the last one, and I know my ass is turning a beautiful shade of red for him.

“I didn’t say you could rub that cock of yours into the mattress, did I? Your pleasure’s mine, from here on out. I want to milk the cum out of you until you’re begging me to stop.” An unexpected whimper leaves my lips as I bask in the mental image of what that would look and sound like.

He keeps going, and I know for a fact Clay’s words are going to be the end of me. “I’m going to fuck this tight little hole ofmine. Use you as a personal fucktoy made just for me.”

“Please,Garotão.I need you inside of me.” I don’t know if I’m begging for him to fill me with cock or cum… At this point, probably both.

“What’s your safe word? I don’t want to hurt you, but I want to push you. I want to fuck you until you think you can’t take anymore. I want my cock to be the only one you think about for the rest of your life.” I smile over my shoulder at him, because I already know what it’s going to be.

Chuckling because I know this will catch his attention, and I can’t help myself, I say, “Shania.”

His smile beams and my eyes focus in on those fucking dimples on his cheeks. With one hand, he pushes my face into the mattress. I hear him spit, feeling it land on my already soaking back hole a moment later. Clay lines himself back up and groans. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as sexy as my cum leaking out of you.”

My body is shaking in anticipation to have him back inside me. The desire to feel his piercing rub across my prostate and the pure ecstasy of feeling him fill me up is indescribable.

Clay rubs the head of his cock up and down my crack. “You kept my cum nice and warm for me, didn’t you, Baby? Does the whore want more?” I’m nodding my head up and down as much as I can while he has it pressed into the bed, then another slap lands on my already sensitive ass cheek. “Words, Rocky, or you won’t get this cock again.”

I shamelessly push my ass further up, trying to get him where I need him so desperately. “Please, Clay. Please, I want you to use me, fuck me, ruin m—” I’m cut off by him shoving his dick in me, breaching the ring of muscle, which he does a lot easier this time.

I feel him lean back, and then he’s pulling me up to my knees. “Keep your chest on the bed. I need this perfect ass where I can see it.” He’s running his hands over the globes, and I hiss out in pain. That only pusheshim further. He grabs my hips and starts pistoning into me. He has one leg up, getting an unimaginable angle, the perfect one to hit my prostate just right. “Wrap your hand around that fat cock of yours, Baby. I want to come together.”

I start feverishly pumping my cock, whimpering, moaning, and begging, “Please fill me up,Garotão.”

Clay practically growls, “I love to hear my toy beg.” He hammers into me, and I’m matching my strokes to his. Before I know it, the tingling in my thighs has made its way up to the base of my spine, and I’m screaming, “I’m going to come. I-I’m-I’m coming.”

I spill inside of my hand, and with a few more grunts from Clay, his cock is jerking inside me.

With his front plastered to my back, still buried deep inside me, he hums in satisfaction. “Fuck, that was good, Baby. I love you.”

And as he presses a soft kiss against my shoulder blade, I know the words Clay said ring true. Just as I am in him, Clay is now a part of who I am. Embedded in me so deeply, I don’t think I ever want to be without him.

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