Page 19 of Ship of Fools

“You’re good at this.” I pant out in a voice that doesn’t sound like mine. Because he’s got two full fingers up my arse, and he is stroking and prodding in there, and then suddenly he fucks me with his fingers at a crazy speed, and yup...Hello, that’s that prostate thing, and my body is having some kind of out-of-body experience as my legs jerk and I laugh out loud hysterically.

“Good eh?”

“Where did you learn that?” I giggle into his mouth, as he kisses me. “Do it again.”

“Porn. There’s this couple I watch, they are really good at showing all those parts of sex that normal porn cuts out. You know, the foreplay, stretching, making each other laugh.”

“Sounds hot.”

“It is. Picked up some tricks.” His fingers fuck into me again, and I buck off the bed as he tries to hold me down. He gets more lube. I steal some too, so I can give my dick a few strokes. This?Awesome.

He’s definitely a tease, and he alternates with fingers, then he jerks me off until I almost beg for mercy, and then I think I’m going to come and he just pulls back and won’t let me.Fucking hell!

“Get inside me.” I demand, as he lies back down behind me, and wraps me up against his chest, spooning me with every piece of skin he can touch me with. Lips, hips, legs even his toes stroke the soles of my feet as I hum and sigh with contentment.

“You ready?” he asks.

“I’m dying.” I shout, swatting at him as he lifts my knees back up to my chest, and wraps a big hairy arm around me.

“You need... to fuck me...” I pant out. “Hard and fast.”

“Yes, boss,” he says, and… then he moves away, which makes me cold and sad, and lonely and needy, and I pout a little at him as he gets up on his knees. Condom. Cock.Hugecock.

“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous.” I say, because it’s the freaking truth. He’s strong and sculpted. hairy and manly, and those muscles under his skin and… and... and his cock is just. Big. Huge. Hard and perfect.

He smiles. I tense up. This is the part that is... perhaps not so nice.

“Just relax. I’m right here.” He’s back behind me, my knees back up against my chest, his hands everywhere as he lines himself up behind me, twisting my body into position like a rag doll. He’s spooning me and kissing me and...

I don’t know how he does it, but he pushes inside me in a firm, hard stroke. It should hurt, but fuck. He’s huge. I tense up again, and he shushes in my ear.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He whispers. “I’ll never ever do anything you don’t want me to do to you, and I will never make it painful. I’ve been there, and it’s fucking awful. I promise you, just tell me if it’s too much and I will stop. Always.”

“You’re huge.” I stutter out. He shushes again and strokes my leg. Wraps his hand around my cock and rolls his hips.

He seems completely calm, giving me tiny soft strokes as his hips roll, and I try to breathe through the intrusion. Let him move my body as he sees fit, as I slowly relax and his hand is giving my dick just the right amount of pressure and pull, his cock now moving smoothly in and out of me.

“Faster.” I hiss. He’s too slow. Too gentle. I need. I need it all. I’m not going to last long. I can feel my mind going, my body rising up off the bed and my blood roaring in my ears as he starts to fuck me for real.

He’s bloody strong, holding us both together as he slams into me, letting go of my dick so he can hold my leg up and get the angle right. He keeps going as I drift in and out of blissful moaning and urging him on, using my leg to try to up the speed. He’s good, firm and rough, like his hands and arms are holding me in prisoner and his cock is almost violently slamming into me, at a frightening speed. In out. Hard and fast. Perfect.

I grab myself just in time to finish myself off with a few clumsy strokes. I come and my mouth can only hiccup out syllables as I coat myself in splashes of cum.

He keeps going, my whole body over sensitised as I whine and try to catch his mouth in a kiss. All he can do is drool against my mouth as he stills in a spasm that seems to rock his body to the core.

He’s come inside of me. His arms around my body, I’m wrapped up like a little Christmas present, with his arms being a pretty little bow.

We lie there forever, before he reluctantly lets go, and disposes of the condom somewhere on the floor and tugs at the covers. Then there are uncoordinated pushes and pulls at my limp body until I’m under the duvet, as I just smile and let myself roll into pillows that smell of summer days, and too many sheets and blankets getting tucked under my chin. Kisses. So many little kisses.

He wraps his arms around me and whispers “Don’t leave.”

I couldn’t leave if I tried.

I want to talk. I want to taste that cock of his. I want to lick his body from top to toe. There are so many other things I want to do. I want…I need…

I fall asleep, my body too exhausted to move and my brain too overwhelmed to think anymore.

Luca

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