Page 61 of Coming In Hot
I want to hate him for knowing just how to touch me to drive me crazy, but that’d be wholly unfair. Neither of us is a virgin. It’s just easier not to think about it.
With the feel of his fingers fucking into me and his tongue pile-driving my asshole, I can’t think of much, anyway. My head is fuzzy, so is my judgement. All I can do isfeel. Feel and react.
“Just fuck me already, dammit.”
Pharo gives a satisfied, wicked little chuckle, like he’s enjoying my surrender way too much. I can’t blame him. I would, too, if I were him. Seeing how badly he wants me is definitely giving me a heady rush.
“In a hurry to get it over with that quick, huh?”
Yes and no. I could go all night, but tomorrow I’ll hate myself for every minute I enjoyed with him. Like self-flagellation.
Pharo straightens to his full height. “You have condoms?”
Please, like he didn’t bring any, hoping to score tonight. I call bullshit. “Nope. Just lube. You?” The satisfaction of seeing him reach for his pants is a small victory worth savoring.
Pharo pulls a foil packet from his pocket and tosses the pants back to the floor. “Skip to, boy. Grab that lube, unless you want me to fuck you dry?”
Motherfucker. Taunting me like that. I can’t decide if I want to kiss him or stab him. When I return with the bottle, I toss it to him, and Pharo catches it easily. “Come lean over the back of this couch.”
Fine. Perfect. No touching, cuddling, or kissing. Because I can’t do this if I have to gaze into his stupid citrine eyes like some love-struck lover.
Nope. Not happening.
Resuming the same stance I had earlier, I brace my hands on the back of the couch and spread my legs apart, ass pushed out and waiting. Over my shoulder, I glance at Pharo, stroking lube over the rubber stretched over his cock. Of-fucking-course he’s eight inches of thick, uncut perfection. Why would he be anything else?
I fucking hate him.
And if he doesn’t shove his cock in my ass soon, I’ll have another reason to hate him.
Pharo lines the tip of his cock up with my hole and leans over me, grabbing onto the couch beside my hands. He thrusts his hips, slowly pushing into me like he’s savoring the tight squeeze.
What was I thinking, asking him to hurry? Fuck, it’s not like I bottom regularly. My ass burns, but I know the pain is fleeting. So I grit my teeth and bear down, taking him deeper. He looks amused by the pain my grimace reveals.
“Feel good?” he taunts, knowing it doesn't.Yet.
“Fucking incredible,” I lie. Saying I’ve had bigger would just be juvenile, and I have no doubt he’d torture me by ramming me.
His chuckle tickles my ear. The full-body shiver makes me arch into him further, so that I’m practically impaled on his stupid horse cock. “It will soon, I promise.”
Aww, he cares. Kinda.
Thankfully, he keeps his pace slow until I’ve adjusted, and his shaft slides in and out with more ease. The drag of the latex along my inner walls makes my toes curl. It’s this weird combination of pleasure and pain, a tug-of-war that’s got me caught in the middle.
He buries himself balls deep and pauses, his cock kicking inside me. I squeeze back, and he nips my ear. “You ready?” he growls.
That means shit’s about to get started. The slow, easy fucking is over.
I push back against him in answer. Pharo straightens and grabs my hips, and slams into me hard, pushing me into the couch with a grunt. I know he’s watching my ass take his cock. I bet it looks incredible.
“Goddamn, son,” he breathes in awe. I can hear the pleasure in his voice.
Like any good bottom, I feel the undeniable urge to please him, to drive him wild until he’s singing songs about the perfection of my tight ass. Even if I hate him when his clothes are on.
I meet each of his thrusts with my own, fucking myself on his cock while stroking my shaft. Only the sound of our harsh breaths and his skin slapping against mine punctuates the silence. Maybe I moan a few times, but whatever.
Pharo switches one hand to my shoulder so he can really dig in and fuck me hard. The change in his angle rubs my spot just right, and my balls swell and tighten with my load, begging to spill.
The heat in my belly spreads as I jack my cock faster. “Yeah, like that,” I urge, slamming back on his dick.
