I take the lotion from him and coat my fingers, drifting them down my body. Wesley follows their path with a hot gaze, nearly incinerating me.
First, I push in one, then two fingers, brushing over my spot as I open myself for his thick cock. Wesley’s dick twitches as he watches me, his breathing coming out faster as I moan. Unable to keep my eyes on him, I toss my headback and rotate my hips, opening myself up and bringing myself pleasure.
I jump when I feel his hand on my thigh, my eyes snapping open. The look he gives me, god, I could come just from that. He looks like he wants to eat me alive, and fuck if I won’t let him.
“Let me,” he growls in a sexed-out voice. “I want to feel you like this.”
He glides a finger in beside mine, and I groan at the sensation. A second finger pushes inside me, and I gasp at the stretch.
Wesley looks up at me. “Too much?”
“No. Keep going.”
We both work my hole open, his fingers grazing over my prostate deliciously.
Just when I think I can’t take more, he stops pushing inside me, and I remove my fingers. “I don’t have a condom, but I was tested when I was in rehab. I was negative for everything. Every time I was with someone, I used a condom, and I haven’t been with anyone since I was tested.”
“I’m negative too. It’s okay. I want you.”
Picking up the bottle of lotion, Wesley drizzles some in his hands and coats his dick. God, he’s so fucking big. Thick and long, curving to the left in a way I know will bring me so much pleasure I’ll probably pass out from it.
Grabbing my thighs, he pushes my legs to my chest, my hole exposed to the cool air. “Hold these,” he murmurs, and I grip my thighs. He leans back, stroking himself as he looks at my hole. “You’re small here. Will I fit?”
I nod eagerly. “I can take it.”
Something tightens in his eyes, but he just nods and hovers over me. Before he rests his cock against myentrance, he looks at me, pleading with me for…something. “If I hurt you, tell me. Please.”
“I will. I promise. We can wait if you want.”
“No. I don’t want to wait. But the last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
“You won’t. But I promise to tell you.” I place one hand on his cheek, and his eyes flutter closed. “I trust you, baby.”
He sags a little, releasing a shuddering breath. “Thank you.” His eyes are shining when he opens them, and he turns his head to kiss my palm. “Your trust means everything.”
I sigh against his lips when he bends down to kiss me again, slowly and methodically. I’ll never get over being kissed like this. So deep, so?—
A ragged gasp leaves my lips when he breaches me, his thick crown meeting resistance. He tries to pull back, but I hold on to him, shaking my head. “It’s okay. Keep going.”
He looks almost wrecked as he searches my features. It takes me a second to realize why. “You’re not hurting me. I want this. You hear me? I wantyou. I’m fine.” He doesn’t seem convinced. “I’ve never lied to you before. I won’t start now. It’s okay, baby. I promise.”
Blowing out a long breath, Wesley nods. Instead of pushing hard into me like I want, he rocks his hips, slowly easing past that ring of muscle inside me. Then he pops through and glides in effortlessly.
“Fuck,” he grunts when his hips meet mine. “You’re fucking killing me, baby. God, you’re tight.”
I whimper as he rolls his hips, that curved cock of his hitting spots inside me I didn’t know existed.
“Just like that,” I moan, tossing my head back. I let my legs go and wrap them securely around him, giving him every indication that I don’t want him to stop.
Raising up on his palms, he withdraws almost to the tip, then surges forward gently, and I see fucking stars. My moans are loud and unrestrained as he thrusts into me, his strokes smooth and effortless.
My cock bobs against my belly, leaking precum as Wesley tags my prostate over and over relentlessly. I open my eyes and look up at him, watching how pure bliss crops up across his expression.
This was what I was missing. How my heart throbs, how my soul sings, how my body writhes at his smallest touch. No one else has ever drawn this reaction out of me, and I don’t think anyone else ever will. The way he knows my body, how I like to be touched, kissed, and fucked, it’s all too much.
Then Wesley wraps his hand around my dick, and before he even strokes me, I’m exploding, goose bumps cropping up over my skin as I shudder violently from the force of my release.
“Wes,” I groan as my cock keeps kicking as he jerks me. “Oh god. Oh fuck yes.”
