Page 88 of Catching Kyle
He pushes back into my dick, sending a jolt of pleasure all the way up my spine.
“I’m gonna destroy you,” I say, almost growling. “And you’re gonna beg me for it.”
“Oh, please, sir,” he says, reaching down to stroke himself. “Please, I need you. Please. Please.”
My dick resting on his hole while he pushes back against it, I reach down under the coffee table and pull out some lube. I don’t regret stashing a bottle everywhere we like to fuck. I lather myself up, then him, stretching him out with one finger. Then two. Then three, gradually spreading them inside him.
“God almighty,” he says, banging his fist against the couch, followed by desperate, rapturous mutterings.
“Oh, you know I’m bigger than this,” I say.
He moans and pushes himself up, his back arched, showing me just how big his ass really is. “Then put it in me,” he says. “I’m ready. I deserve it.”
I chuckle. “Sure you do,” he says.
“Please,” he begs. “Please, sir.”
“There we go,” I say, kissing him on his back. He always loves it when I take charge like this. He’s been requesting it more and more lately, turning into an insatiable gremlin when I finally do. And I can’t complain. I love watching him grovel.
I insert myself into him. Slowly. Torturously slow.
“Oh, fuck,” he says, collapsing into the couch. It’s only halfway in. “You fucker. Come on.”
“Arch that back for me,” I command.
He erects himself and holds himself taut, his back muscles flexing. My dick twitches inside him at the sight.
“That’s right,” I purr. And then I slide the rest in.
His whole body shakes delight, and I have to let go of his ass and take a deep breath. I don’t know how long I can last. I take another breath, steeling myself, and then I pull all the way out.
Michael gasps, and the silence after is so thick I can taste it.
And then I insert it slowly back in.
Michael yelps and has to grab the back of the couch to hold himself up.
“Easy,” I say, stroking his back. He gets back in position, and then I pull out again.
I lean down and kiss him on the neck. “You good?” I ask.
He nods. “Harder.”
I smile and sit back up. And then I thrust it inside him.
He grunts, but he stays completely in place, his back and arm muscles visibly taut.
I do it again, and again, and again, until I can’t bear the thought of not being inside him. And then I turn into an animal.
I prop one leg up as I rail him, using his waist as my handles. I use all my strength to both pull him onto me and thrust myself into him. When that’s not enough, I grab hold of his mullet like I always like to do, and he moans with pleasure. I spank him with my other hand as I thrust, and he’s letting out as steady, almost inhuman groan. He turns his face to me, and he looks like he’s died and gone to heaven. Pleasure fizzes throughout my body, and all I can hear are Michael’s joyful incoherent mutterings and the clapping of his cheeks.
There’s something special here, something different than before. I’m not sure what it is.
But it’s not enough. I want more. More of him. I need us closer.
I press my hand against his back. “Get down.”
He lowers himself and spreads his legs so his ass is pointed to me and only me. Almost frenzied, I stick it back in him, my whole body already dripping with sweat.
