Page 133 of Defend Me

“God, you’re too much. The things you do to me… Fuck.”

Freeing my fingers, I moved both of my hands around to the front of his thighs and gripped them tightly. With a hard yank, I pulled him onto his knees and back a few inches, guiding him onto my waiting dick.

“Oh my god,” he cried. Shakily, he settled on his elbows with his ass in the air.

“Tell me, baby.”

I moved more forcefully, keeping hold of his thighs so he remained exactly where I needed him.

He looked at me over his shoulder. “Your dick feels so good. It’s…”

“You can say it.”

“It’s perfect. You’re fucking perfect.”

“You make that word sound better than it should. Let me taste you,” I demanded.

He reached underneath him to stroke his thumb over his dick, then stretched his arm behind him. I swiped the precum with my tongue and bit down on his finger.

“Can I touch myself?” he pleaded.

“Fuck, you’re such a good boy for asking. But no.”

He whimpered and I scratched my nails around the sides of his thighs, making him shudder. I pushed all the way inside of him and paused for a second. The way he tried to take over the movement made me smile.

Even as I stayed still, I was so fucking close to cumming that holding off felt like it took more effort than I’d ever put into anything.

I tipped my head back as I started moving again. It had never been a struggle for me to make it last, but it felt like his ass was going to force the orgasm out of me, whether I wanted it yet or not.

Of course I fucking wanted it. But I also wanted more. What else could I ask for? Something. Anything.

I wrapped my fingers around the base of my dick, extending the feeling of tightness with each movement. Locking my hand around Tilian’s throat, I yanked him off of his elbows and settled him against my chest.

“You are taking me so fucking well, baby.” My teeth dug into the top of his ear. “Your lovely ass was made for my dick.”

“Brooks,” he breathed.

I let him tip his head enough to kiss me. “Touch your dick, but don’t cum yet.”

He whimpered into my mouth and I felt him convulse a little. I looked down to make sure he hadn’t lost control of himself. His grip was tight and his strokes were slow. As I sunk my teeth into his shoulder hard, I squeezed my fingers together to take away his breath. Any sound he made was trapped in his throat, only the vibrations against my palm as they tried to escape alerting me to them.

A long groan punctuated the intense throb of my dick. My chest was tight and my eyes began to water from my need to cum. I’d been keeping myself together, but I was ready to fucking explode.

Something cold hit my eye and my brow furrowed as I stared up at the sky. The drops fell faster, then it turned into a downpour. I was going to pull out of Tilian, even though it pissed me off, but he started laughing. He dropped his head back, letting the rain soak his face.

I licked the water on the side of his neck and began moving my hips. The rain sent a thrill through me as I fucked him, quickly driving myself back to the brink that had dissipated for a few moments.

“Fuck,” I growled in his ear. “God, you make it so hard not to cum.”

My words made him push back against me, meeting each of my movements. His ass slammed into my hips repeatedly, the sound drowned out by a clap of thunder. If we died for this glorious act, God had better let us into heaven because we were doing the lord’s work here.

I pushed my weight on him, forcing him to collapse onto his stomach. My knees slipped, but I regained my balance and shifted my hand around to the back of his neck, holding him in place while I fucked him into the muddy ground. He turned his head so that his cheek was pinned in the mud and he could breathe.

“Brooks, fuck… oh my god.”

His words forced a possessive growl from my throat. We were sinking further, barely managing not to slide. My body was blanketing his, leaving him no possible way to escape. Somehow, I just kept going.

I told him I was going to fucking break him. I may tell lies, but this was not one of those moments.

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