Page 43 of His Coveted Obsession

His creamy ass was in the air as he bent down, bobbing his head and using his tongue on all my most sensitive parts, pulling, sucking the cum from me. When I felt the first tingling of my climax shoot up my spine, I yanked him off by his hair.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his swollen lips glistening with saliva.

“I don’t want to come yet. I’m ready to fuck you.”

He smiled so sweetly, reminding me of honey. I loved the sugary taste of it. His smiles were open and honest. Thomas never had to wear a mask. He didn’t have to. He didn’t grow up with trauma that shaped your very being.

“Do you want to watch me work myself open?” he suggested.

“Yes.”

“Where’s your lube?”

“I have a packet in my wallet, which is in my jeans. I wanted to have some on hand in case I just had an instant need to have you and take you.”

“Prepared. I like that.”

“I’m always prepared for anything.”

He climbed off me and dug around in my pants. “I know you are. Another favorite of mine.” When he found my wallet, he folded my pants back up and handed it to me, rather than opening it himself. It was more proof that I could trust him despite his intrusive question earlier. He learned and obeyed quickly.

“I can’t wait for you to be inside me without a condom now that I’ve been tested and been given the all clear.”

I said nothing as I handed Thomas the lube packet back to him, although I had the same thoughts.

He tore it open and spilled it into his hands. Before he worked himself open, he slicked up my cock, and then he climbed on the sofa and sat on his knees, careful not to get oil on it. His ass was front and center. I enjoyed looking at the pale creaminess of his skin. It was smooth and with no blemishes, and his hole was a soft, rosy pink, eager for attention. His hard cock rested heavily on the couch.

A shiny hand appeared between his legs, and a finger sank easily into his hole. I sat up straighter and pressed my hands to the globes of his ass, spreading him for a better view. He whimpered into the couch cushions at my touch, always so responsive to me. The power I held over his body and soul gave me a thrill.

His finger pulled out and pushed back in, his hole sucking it up as if Thomas was made to be fucked.

“Two fingers,” I demanded.

Thomas did as he was told, his ass taking his fingers effortlessly. But his obedience was the more thrilling part.

“Three.”

He didn’t need stretching. He had no problems with three fingers. His ass was made for my cock. He was ready.

“Enough! We’re done. I need to fuck younow.”

“Anything,” he rasped.

Yes, anything. His body belonged to me to do with as I pleased.

All my suffering in my youth had led me to this point, where I finally had what I had always deserved and coveted—someone to own and possess. Someone who unflinchingly worshiped everything about me. Someone who accepted me as I was, without the masks. That was Thomas, my gift from the universe—a gift that wasowedto me.

“Don’t move that ass.”

I sat up on my knees, spread his cheeks again, my fingers digging into his meaty flesh. I lined up my dick and thrust into him to the root in one swift move. He clenched around me, making my toes curl. He cried out from the discomfort.

“Did I hurt you?”

“A little. It’s okay. Just move. The sooner you move, the more I’ll open up.”

I didn’t take the time to build up to my climax. The desperation to come, even though I was not yet feeling that pressure, was overwhelming. I wanted to mark him with my cum, pleased I didn’t have to use condoms any longer. His hot, smooth walls made it nearly unbearable to take my time.

I gripped his ass, fingers digging so tightly into him I would leave bruises behind and plowed hard and fast. Thomas braced a hand on the armrest of the sofa to keep his head from hitting it, grunting and groaning around each push and pull.

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