Page 49 of Saddle Studs
“You’re taking it so good,” he whispered against my neck. “Taking me so good.”
My whole body was on fire. Every nerve ending was tuned to him.
“Benny,” I gasped. “I need your cock. I need it now.”
“Yeah? My fingers not enough?”
“No, Benny. I need you to fuck me.”
“Mm-hmm, your body’s begging for it. Fuck.” Benny pulled his fingers out. He leaned over and grabbed the lube out of the nightstand. He squirted a generous amount onto his palm and spread it over his thick cock.
He lined himself up, eyes locked on mine. “I’ve got you, baby.”
And then he pushed in.
Slow. Controlled. Fucking decadent.
My mouth dropped open, but no sound came out at first, just breath. Just feeling. He slid in deeper, inch by inch, stretching me open until his hips met the backs of my thighs and his cock was buried balls-deep inside me.
I’d never felt so full. So wanted.
So completely fucking his.
We didn’t move at first.
We just breathed together, sinking into the ocean of pleasure that surrounded us.
Benny’s hand brushed my cheek as his other arm braced beside my head, and in his eyes I didn’t see lust. I saw everything. Trust and wonder and passion. A kind of aching, powerful connection that made my heart trip over itself.
“You okay?” he whispered, voice ragged.
I nodded, overwhelmed. “Don’t stop.”
And with that, he started to thrust.
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BENNY
Time slowedto a stop when I buried myself inside of Sam.
Birds froze in midair, rivers ceased flowing, the earth quit its spinning.
It was heavenly. Seeing Sam’s O-shaped lips, seeing his eyebrows dip with pleasure. He didn’t need to say how much he wanted this, his body did all the talking. His hole tightened around me. As if pulling me in deeper, deeper, deeper.
I wanted to become one with this man. I’d been so scared of losing him again only an hour ago. And now I had him on his back with his legs up in the air, his ass open and his cock leaking for me.
Thiswas how he should be.
Thiswas how we were meant to be.
I slowly pulled back and thrust back in. The world and all its inhabitants were jump-started back to moving. Like everything shifted into an accelerated motion to try and catch up with the lost time. I became carried away by the pleasure, rocking into Sam, wanting to get lost inside him. The music I’d put on thankfully covered the moans I couldn’t hold back and the soundof skin slapping against skin. He fisted the sheets as I grabbed his legs and hoisted them on my shoulders.
I slowed my thrusts. Looked down so I could see myself work him with every inch of my big, uncut cock. I kissed his ankle as I pushed back inside him. Slowly, this time. Fucking him, over and over, rolling my hips in a way that I knew would have me hitting his spot.
“Goddamn, Benny. That feels so fucking good. You’ve got me so fucking hard.”
“I can see that,” I said with a grin. I grabbed his stiff dick in my hand. Damn. He wasn’t lying. Sam was as solid as a brick.
