If we’re doing this, Ineedto see every single expression that crosses his face. The head of my cock notches into the nook of his ass, hands-free. I smile. It’s like our bodies were made for each other.
I enter him slowly, watching intently as his eyes widen and his breathing deepens. “That’s it,” I say softly, caressing his cheek as he gets used to my cock. “I’m going slow.”
Inch by inch, I fill him up, resisting the primal urging bubbling up within me to plunge into him, placing his comfort above all else. If all goes according to plan, I’ll be ravaging him in no time.
When I bottom out, he releases a heavy groan.
“You okay?”
“Fuck. So full. I’ve never…” He shuts his eyes, wincing, and I start withdrawing. “No. Stay. I like it. It’s just you’re so…big.”
“There is a well-known correlation between ego size and penis size,” I offer.
His eyes snap open. “What will it take to shut you up?”
“Kiss me.”
“Fine.” He yanks me down by the neck, crashing my mouth into his. I don’t know whether it’s the change of angle or the distraction of hate-kissing me, but his body relaxes, accommodating my cock as I begin gently rolling my hips.
If I’m the biggest he’s ever had, there’s still a chance I could hurt him. And I’ll be damned if I let that happen. So I take mytime, filling him as deep as he can take it, then easing back about halfway.
Once he’s good with that, I gradually increase the pace, the depth, and how much I pull out until his hole is gaping and I can draw all the way out of his body, then plunge all the way in.
“Feels so good,” he mutters into my mouth.
“Good,” I grunt back, straightening so I don’t miss a single reaction. His eyes have glazed over, and his lips are permanently open. I slide my thumb over his freckles, hooking it under his jaw. “Look at me, Jackson,” I command.
I let go of his chin. His gaze drifts up to meet mine of his own volition, and a blanket of heat wraps over my shoulders. I keep fucking him, our eyes locked, our breathing in sync. I’ve had some highs in my life, but nothing beats this.
Nothing even comes close.
His hard cock is bouncing against his stomach as I rail him, so I grab it and squeeze down on it.
Hard.
His eyes bulge. “Fuck. Why does that feel so good?” he pants, staring down his body to where my hand has his cock in a viselike grip.
I point my spare hand at my sealed lips. Not that I’ve really bothered sticking to it, nor has he been a stickler for enforcing it, but it’s always fun teasing him.
“You can talk,” he cries out. “Just fucking tell me what you’re doing to me.”
“Told you I had moves you’d want to see,” I say, easing off the rhythm a little, giving the poor guy a chance to catch his breath. I don’t know why I grabbed his dick. I was going to start jerking him off, but something made me just hold him instead. He clearly likes it, so it worked out well. “Pressure on a hard cock feels good. It’s as simple as that. Don’t overthink it. Just enjoy.”
“I am,” he gasps, staring at me with a bewildered look in his eyes. “Believe me, I am.”
I pick up the pace again, a feeling I’ve never felt coursing through me. My body knows what Jackson’s body wants, even if he and I don’t.
It’s wild.
I release the pressure on Jackson’s cock and start jerking him off.
“I’m close,” he grunts.
“Good. Come for me.”
His eyes shut, his face contorts, his body spasms. “Fuuuuck!”
The second jets of cum shoot out of his dick, my own release hits me. I grind against him, fireworks exploding all around me as I fill the condom.
