Page 166 of For the Fans
“Don’t ever fucking stop.” I wiggle my hips against his, the sensation of friction on what must be my prostate lighting me up like the Fourth of fucking July. “OhhGod, yes. Yes, yes, yes…”
Kyran pushes his hips into mine, drawing back, then diving in again. It’s so intense, tears are seeping from my eyes. He lifts himself just a bit, working up a slow rhythm to finally fuck me the way I need him to, and I can’t help it. I’m fucking sobbing.
He grabs me by his jersey, stroking his cock in and out of my ass, gradually building to an illicit pump. Slow at first, but before I know it, he’s fucking the air out of my lungs and I’m whimpering only one word on repeat.
More.
“Fuck memore… Deeper.Harder. More cock, Kyran. More on that spot, Kyran. More more fuckingmore.”
“I wanna touch your dick,” he growls, reaching under me to jerk my cock while he rides my ass, driving me into the seat sorough I’m afraid I might break my ribs. But a punctured lung would be totally worth it because this is fuckingfantastic.
Hard, rough sex, his hips smacking against mine, my dick pulsing a sticky mess all over the place. The car is straight up rocking around with his savage thrusts, and my back is arching up formore.
“You fuck so good…” I whimper, gripping his arm while rearranges my insides.
“You take dick so fucking good, baby.”
I can barely keep my eyes open, but I force them because I promised I would look at him. Our dazed gazes hold one another the way our bodies do, incessant need thumping and writhing between us while he fucks me right up to the edge.
“Are you mine?” he whispers shakily, muscles glistening with sweat and his hair hanging in his eyes making him look lightyears beyond fucking gorgeous.
“Yes,” I croak, clenching on him as my orgasm looms. “All yours.”
“Good. I’m all yours too.”
He eases down and takes my bottom lip between his, sucking and biting. And we both rush over, together.
“Fucking come for me, baby.” He slams his cock in me deep.
“Uhhfuck…UhhmmKyran, I’mcoming!”
Trapped between my abs and the leather, my dick begins to throb, shooting all over everything. And Kyran doesn’t stop. He works it out of me with his big, beautiful cock, rippling in and out of my ass like crashing waves.
“That’s it…Comefor me, sexy. Feelevery inchof my dick in your perfect body while you come.Fuck, Avi, you’re… I’m…”
He groans and tightens before he spills in my ass, pouring deep into my body while he sputters for air.
“You feel so good coming in me, baby…” I mewl, my muscles contracting on him over and over as I float down from the high like a feather in the breeze. “Give me more. I want it all…”
“Avi, you’re sucking it out of me…” he whimpers, slapping his hand against the window to hold himself up.
Once his dick finally stops twinging in my ass, his hips come to a gradual halt, and he just breathes above me. Lowering himself a bit, he nuzzles his face in my hair, kissing my neck and my jaw and my lips.
I’m done. That’s it.
Game over.
I can’t even pretend anymore… I can’t hold it back, or rationalize it away. Not after this. Not after the way that felt.
I’m in deep, purgatory-level trouble right now…
Because I think I’m falling in—
Clearing my throat to shut my own mind up, I squirm as Kyran lifts himself off me and pulls out slowly.
“Shit, I’m sorry…” he mumbles, voice all raspy-sexy. “Am I crushing you?”
“No, I just…” My voice trails while he moves back, helping me off the seat. “My cum was like, gluing me to the leather.”
