Page 89 of Tobias

“I’m hanging on by a thread,” he grits out.

“Let me help you with that,” I say, squeezing his dick to give him a firm stroke at the same time I find his prostate and press on it.

“Holy fuck!”

Rubbing that little button inside him, I keep jerking him with my other hand, slow and firm, and within seconds he’s erupting all over himself.

“Yes, baby. That was so fucking good, wasn’t it?” I ask. He gasps for air, nodding. “Are you done?”

“I want you in me.”

He’s still semi hard, which will change the second I’m inside him. His dick will be hard as stone. I scissor my fingers, stretching him to add a third finger, and when he’s thrusting against my hand, wanting more, I pull out and douse my dick with lube.

“I’ll go slow,” I say.

“I don’t think I want you to.”

“How about you wait until I’m inside you before you say that?”

I shift closer to him, lining my dick up with his hole, so fucking eager to be inside of him. I’ve thought about this moment so many nights, so many days. Now it’s finally here, and it couldn’t be more perfect.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he says. I give him a look, asking if he wants me to stop. “Donotstop.”

Smirking, I press forward enough that he can feel me there, just testing him out. I lean over him, putting my weight on myleft hand by his head so I can kiss him while guiding my dick inside him with my other hand. He moans into my mouth when my cock head pops inside him.

“You’re so tight,” I whisper against his lips. “Relax for me.”

“I’m trying.”

Pulling out, I go right back in, this time a little deeper. His head is pressed into the pillow as he moans again, his body tense.

“Why does this feel so good?” he asks, on the verge of sobbing.

I can tell he isn’t upset. He’s not in pain, and not sad. He’s confused on why this is all so right when he’s been living his life differently for so long. I have no idea how I know that, I just do. I sense it from him. In the way he moves, the way he sounds. In everything he’s told me. I know what it feels like when things snap in place. It can be emotionally overwhelming.

I kiss him again, softly, as I slide deeper in. I go as slow as I can, but I’m running out of patience here. I’m only human, and he feels so fucking good. I want to be buried inside him, want his walls clenched around me, want to hear his moans slip from his lips. I want to fuck him hard and fast and make sure he feels it tomorrow and the day after. Then I’m going to do it again.

“I’ll always make you feel good.” I kiss the hollow of his throat, then across his chest. “Whenever you want, and when I want it, too.” A small whimper comes from his mouth.Letting go of my dick, I find his hand, linking our fingers and pressing it into the mattress as I slide the rest of the way in.

“God, yes,” he breathes out, back arching as I bottom out.

I rest my forehead against his, taking a moment to breathe. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” he says before leaning up to kiss me. “Fuck me, Tobias. I am so ready for it.”

Shifting, I do as he asks, pulling out and thrusting right back in. He gasps, his hand tightening around mine. With each thrust, he gives in more, until he’s greedily sucking me in. His body matches my rhythm, grinding against me each time I go in.

“You take my cock like you were made for it,” I say.

He moans some inaudible words as I fuck him even harder. Every inch of him is perfect, and I tell him that over and over again as I bring us both closer to the edge.

“I’m so close,” he says.

“Me too,” I groan. “You want my cum, baby?”

“Fuck yes.Please.”

“Stroke your cock. I want to watch you come again first.”

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