Page 22 of A Really Gay Book
Even if most of me didn’t seem to care what happened to me as long as Adam kept fucking me, I was pretty sure I would have regrets later, so I had planned ahead.
Go Team Me!
And Team Me was definitely winning right now. Team Adam was, too, judging by how hard he was fucking me.
Honestly, the fact that I hadn’t blown my load the second he stuffed that monster of his inside me was a victory for the ages.
If I had coherent words left in me, I’d be proposing marriage.
To him and his cock.
It could be a three-way marriage.
I tried to meet him thrust for thrust, but he held me so tightly I could barely move.
“Goddammit, Apple,” Adam growled. “I’m holding on by a thread here, don’t make it worse.”
“Worse? Or better?”
Adam paused and gave an incredulous laugh. “Did you just quote Invader Zim during sex?”
I shrugged as much as my position allowed for and gave him my best Apple smile.
His eyes went dark, and he stared at me for a long moment, neither talking nor moving. I was a little worried I’d broken him.
Then I didn’t worry about anything because Adam started fucking me so hard my whole world went hazy. He had me by the hips with those huge hands of his and was working me like I was a fleshlight.
His own private fuck toy.
It was too much for my poor little virgin self, and I came all over both of us with a cry. I’m pretty sure the cry involved Adam’s name and maybe a few declarations of love to his dick, hands, and fingers.
I may have proposed.
It was hard for me to think while Adam was using me to chase his own release.
Not thinking is lovely, and I highly recommend it. But you can’t use Adam to get you there. He’s taken.
I blissed out and enjoyed my new job as Adam’s fuck toy by going limp and pliant. I let Adam use me until he came, panting and growling into my hair like the sexiest thing in the world.
I came down from mybest sex everhaze and found myself draped over Adam and playing with the dark springy fur on his chest.
I could have done that forever. I was ruined for anyone else. This was my Adam now.
Adam interrupted the post-coital silence by saying, “I’ve never done that before. Was it okay? I mean, I know you’re probably used to better.”
“Better?” I lifted my head and quirked an eyebrow in confusion.
“You know, from all the other people you’ve been with,” Adam sounded like I’d just made him eat glass.
What the fuck?
“Other people?” Maybe it was the sex haze, or maybe my brain didn’t want to believe what I’d just heard, but it took me a second to connect the dots. “Oh my god, Adam. You think my asshole is as busy as a subway station, don’t you?”
Adam gave me a very grumpy look and then turned his face away.
I wasn’t sure whether to hit him with a cum-covered couch pillow or storm out of the room. I settled for sitting up and planting my naked ass on his stomach hard enough to make him grunt. “You were the first passenger it’s ever had, thank you very much, and you aren’t getting in it again until you apologize to my asshole for calling it easy.”
“Your first?” Adam’s gaze snapped back to mine, and the grumpiness was replaced with surprise. “You’ve never done that before either?”
