Page 158 of Shadowman
The rounded curve is nudging andnudging, and I’m rocking androckingagainst it, wanting itso bad. But I’m too far up in my head and it’s making things difficult. This position is for detachment, so that I can pretend it’s just a dildo and I’m fucking myself with it from behind.
But I also think if itwerea dildo, I’d be wishing it were a real dick, attached to areal, hot guy.
Who’s fucking me from behind, because I’m his good little slut.
Jesus, what’s wrong with me?
I think I want to see his face…
Still, I’m afraid that if I turn around, I’ll see purple eyes and a devilish smirk… And I’ll come,again, before he even makes it inside me.
“Fuck me…” I breathe a plea, closing my eyes. Opening my hole just enough… “Fuck my ass, Leo…”
A soft sound comes from him, and I quake as the smooth head of his dickfinallyslips in.
“Unngghhh…” I groan, then bite my lip. Because that sound was far too loud and entirely too slutty.
Dropping my ass back, I focus on theburnandstretch, becauseGod, it’s intense, but I think I really like it.
I take another inch. Then another… Andanother. Whimpering, “Fuuuck, Trevel.Baby, that’s alongdick…”
When my cheeks make it to skin, I release a quavering sigh. Seated on him, full of cock… and goddamn fuckinglovingevery inch of it. Eyes creeping open, I peek down at my own dick, sticking up straight again.Huge, swollen as fuck and dripping everywhere.
Jesus…
Just as I’m about to palm it and just jerk off with him inside me because it feelsincredible, hands wrap around my hips. And a smooth, raspy voice with a British accent croons, “Ride me, warrior.”
Oh, no…
Oh God, oh fuck… what am I doing??
He’s awake. Holy fuck, I’m such a slut.
What’s wrong with me?!
I hate myself.
Tightening all over, I’m frozen in sheer awkwardness. The only sliver of positive is that I don’t have to see him looking at me right now.
“Baby… bloody hell,” he croaks. “I didn’t think you could get any tighter…”
“Shh-shut up,” I hiss, eyes falling shut, because as humiliating as this is,Goddamn,it feels fuckingeuphoric.
“Be hostile if you want, sexy boy.” His hands run up my sides then back down to my ass, treasuring my scorching hot flesh, holding my cheeks open, no doubt to ogle the sight of his body inside mine. “You know you want to ride this big cock… That’s why you’re on it.”
Fuck, I do…
I do want to ride it.
Why do I want to ride it??
Surrendering to the situation I’ve put myself in, and the sensation of being fuller than imaginable, I lift, drawing a jagged groan from my lips. Then I press back down, eliciting a coarse gasp from within him.
I try it again, rising up, then swooping down. Up… then down… Up. Down. Up. Down. Gradually gaining speed until before I know it, I have my hands braced on his thighs and I’m fuckingridinghim.
Riding his dick.
Trevel’s dick is inside me, and I’m… riding it.
