Page 146 of Free Heart
“I’ve got you, Doc.” Dan kneels behind me and wraps his arm around my chest. “Get your leg up,” he murmurs, indicating the ledge. “It’ll help you open up for me.”
I obey and feel how much easier it is for him to slide in behind me and get his dick in place. He rubs the wet head of it against my spit-slick and finger-stretched rim. “Ready, baby?” he asks.
“Ready,” I whisper. “Hurry. I want it.”
“You’re talking too much, Doc. Let’s take care of that.” Just as he pushes in, Dan slides his hand up from my chest to take hold of my throat. He squeezes lightly, and I lean my head back against his shoulder, surrendering to his command. As he slides deeper, I concentrate on letting the stretching, pulling burn spill through my pelvis until I feel on fire with it. My cock flags slightly, but when my anus finally gives way and lets him sink all the way in, it only takes a few strokes of my hand for it to be back at full mast again.
“Holy hell,” Dan grunts. “Doc, you’re so fucking tight like this.”
I whimper.
His fingers tighten on my throat, his breath harsh in my ear. “I can feel your heartbeat here.”
My pulse is pounding against his fingers. I can feel it too.
“And here.” He grinds himself inside my body.
I reach for his other hand and bring it up to my chest, holding it over my heart. “Here,” I murmur.
“Always there,” he whispers, remembering. He drags his cock slowly out, and then pushes back in with a steady drive that has my dick beading with pre-cum. “I love you, Doc.”
“I love you too,” I whimper, rolling my head on his shoulder. He tightens his grip on my throat slightly, and then releases it. He pulls out of me, leaving me feeling open and empty. I hold myself with my ass out, hoping he fucks back into me hard and fast.
“With this cock,” he says, a delirious laugh edging his lust-soaked voice. “I thee wed.”
He thrusts in, and I whimper as he stretches me wide again, his pubic hair scrubbing against my ass cheeks. “There. Consummated. Married. No annulments. You’re mine forever now. My husband.”
“Your husband,” I groan, and hope he stops playing with me and starts fucking me for real.
As if he’s read my mind and has no intention of giving me the release of a fast screw, he sets up a slow and steady pace. Hands clenched into fists, my elbows digging into the tile of the ledge, I writhe against his body. All discomfort turns to pleasure as he shifts just the right way, and each fuck into me strokes right over my prostate.
I start shaking even harder, my balls drawing up tight and my noises getting louder—echoing off the walls. Pleasure makes me shake and keen, and I don’t want it to end. I want to feel this connection with him forever.
“Put your hand back on my throat,” I mutter. “Own me, Dan. Please—”
He grips my throat again, and my words are cut off in surprise at the tension in his hand. He squeezes hard enoughto hold me firm as he fucks my ass with hard, strong strokes that make my teeth ache and my prostate sing. I feel the deep, glorious pleasure building in my pelvis from the stimulation, and I think if I hold still, if I catch his cock at the right angle, I can ride this perfect edge without tipping over.
I watch him in the mirror as he works. His cheeks flushed, his curls wet with steam and sweat, and his eyes so intense and greedy staring first at my hole and then at my face in the mirror, watching me watch him, making sure I’m loving this. I whimper and whine, and when the deep twitches start, the heralds of powerful pleasure, the tears start too.
“Yes,” Dan says, not slowing his thrusts. “That’s it. Let go. Give me everything, baby.”
The tears slide down my cheeks and I shudder hard, the intensity of our connection in the mirror—gaze-on-gaze—nearly forcing me to climax. I fight it back, wanting it to last. Needing to be this raw and vulnerable andhisfor as long as possible.
“Come for me,” Dan demands. “You’re shaking so hard, Doc. Come for me.”
“Not yet.” It sounds tight from the compression of his hand on my throat. “More.”
“Hungry little hole,” he whispers in my ear. “Myhusbandhas a very hungry hole.”
I press my own hand to his, and he moves my knee deeper onto the ledge so he has more room. I’m open and taking him as he plunges in and out, hard and sweet, and all the while owning me at both ends.
“Come for me,” Dan says. “I want to feel it. No more waiting. Give me what I need.”
I take my cock in hand and stroke it as he fucks me. “Danny,” I cry out as I rush toward orgasm.
“That’s right. Come for me, Doc. Do it.”
I can’t watch us in the mirror anymore as my eyes roll up and the pressure builds and then pumps out of me in huge jolts of bliss. Thick cum flies from my cock, landing on the ledge of the bath, hitting the mirror, and splattering the rose petals in the water. I warble, “For you. All for you.”
