Page 91 of The Battle of Maddox
I didn’t, not really. I wanted him inside me, but if he was enjoying this, I would too. “Please.”
The burn and stretch from the third finger made my breath hitch, and the sensation of burning went away very quickly. Then it was just the stretch and the sense of fullness that kept me panting, arching my back, and thrusting down on his hand.
I was so consumed by that, it shocked me when his mouth engulfed my cock again and he set up a rhythm that was meant to doom my self-control. I let it go for just a minute, while I got my mind back from the bliss it had wandered into. I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled Doxx up off of me.
“Get inside me.” I scraped my nails against his scalp carefully. “Please, get inside me.”
He nodded and I handed him a condom. I felt the loss of his fingers acutely, but I knew what was coming next. He ripped the packet open—and I noticed his hands were shaking. I sat up and gripped his hands.
“You okay?”
“God, I want to feel you from the inside.”
I laughed, and plucked the condom from his fingers. “Hey, no quoting Nine Inch Nails in bed.”
“I plan on nailing you with my inches.”
“That’s what he said,” I quipped back, wrapping my hand around his cock with a light tug and a good chuckle. It did exactly what I wanted it to do…break the tension and calm Doxx down. He laughed with me as I rolled the latex down his erection and grabbed the lube from next to us on the bed.
As we both watched, I dripped it directly on to his covered dick. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen, and we both shivered from the sight. I wrapped my hand around him and coated him.
“I have never been this hard,” Maddox whispered, watching me.
“Then get this in my ass, Doxx,” I answered softly, leaning in to kiss him again.
He pressed me back into the pillows following the kiss. He didn’t seem to want to give up, but I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in.
“Please…”
Sitting back on his knees, he finally pressed his cock against my hole. My breath stuttered, and my eyes rolled back. “Please, please. God, Maddox—Oh!”
He pushed just hard enough to get the head of his dick past the tight ring of muscle. I knew he was big, but I forgot how good big felt.
Maddox exhaled hard, completely forgetting to inhale. He pressed forward, slowly, filling me up inch by inch and going far deeper than I expected. After what seemed like an eternity, his balls pressed against my ass and he breathed again.
“H-holy fuck…”
“Oh, God, please move….” The words hissed out of me, all the burn gone. All I felt was full…full of Maddox, the man I had fantasized about for years.
He hooked his elbows under my knees, and found he could go even a little deeper by folding me nearly in half. I gasped and let out a whimper, “Fuck. That feels so good.”
Inch by inch, Maddox backed out until it was just his head inside me. Then he reversed it and pushed back in. The painfully careful moves had me nearly in tears from the tenderness he was showing. He didn’t want to hurt me, he wanted to savor me, he wanted to show me that I wasn’t an experiment or a one and done.
He wanted this, he wanted the memory of this as much as I did—and every move he plotted and carried out with thought and care telegraphed that to me.
“You’re so fucking tight, Aaron,” He managed a hard breath, panting around the words. “God, I had no idea how amazing your ass would feel around my cock.”
“Move, move, please move.” I knew I was begging and I didn’t care “Make me feel you, Doxx. Please!”
He pulled back and pushed in again, faster this time, and he quickly found an amazing pace that was neither fast or slow. He adjusted his grip on me—
“Oh shit!”
He froze. “Did I hurt you?”
“Keep going!” I cried. “Don’t stop.”
“Ohhh.” He smiled, and found the pace and place again, nailing it. “Did I find your prostate?”
