“I can barely take your dick. It’s so fucking thick.”
“But you like it.”
“I fucking love it.”
“Then take it. Take all of it.”
Slap! Slap!
The sound of skin striking skin echoed off the walls, raw and wet and carnal. Each time Matty’s hips met my ass, it was a sharp smack, the air splitting with the force of it, followed by the obscene, slick noise of my hole sucking him back in, greedy and unashamed.
Squelch. Slap. Squelch.
God, I couldhearmyself. Every time he pulled out to the tip, the stretch and give of my rim made a wet pop that had my toes curling. I moaned, half embarrassed, half desperate.
“Yes, yes, just like that, Matt. Show me who owns that fuckhole.”
He didn’t slow. Took the challenge. Snapped his hips forward, fast and hard, rutting into me like he couldn’t get deep enough. Like the place he belonged was buried right there, pressed against the part of me that fluttered around him, begging not to be empty.
The bed creaked under us. My back ached from being bent over, but I didn’t care. Not when Matty was behind me like that, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, sweat dripping from his neck onto my skin.
The scent of him was all around me: clean sweat, salt, the faint whiff of shampoo. And under it, the unique musk of our sex. His skin against mine, our bodies grinding slick and desperate as I threw my ass back into each thrust.
“Listen to that greedy fuckhole,” he rasped behind me. “So hungry tonight.”
He gave a short thrust that made the filthiest sound spill from me. Like suction. Like my hole didn’t want to let him go. I groaned, pressing my face into the bedspread to muffle my cries.
“F-fuck, Matt.”
“You love that, huh?” He pulled out to the rim again,dragging slow, teasing circles with his hips. “The way she sings when I fuck her open?”
I couldn’t answer. My breath was a stuttering mess. But my body gave him the truth, arching back, begging, clenching around the tip of him like he was already part of me.
He slammed back in.
“Oh God!”
My toes curled, and my eyes rolled back as I rubbed harder at my cock, feeling every brutal, perfect thrust shake through my spine. My breath hitched on every push, and my voice broke with guttural, helpless sounds I couldn’t hold back.
“Matt—fuck—don’t stop,” I sobbed, moving my hand faster over my slick shaft, chasing that sharp, unbearable edge. Every slam of his hips against me made my hole spasm around him, made my body beg for release before my mind caught up.
My entire body locked up and trembled as my orgasm tore through me. My knees buckled under me, but Matty’s grip on my hips kept me upright, kept me open for him as he pushed into the contracting ring of muscles.
Hot pulses shot from me in thick ropes, splattering across the floor, the bed sheets, and my hand. I gasped, shaking, my voice breaking as I let out a breathless moan that sounded too much like his name.
I collapsed onto my forearms, muscles trembling, hole clenching erratically around his cock. “F—fuck… oh God, Matt.”
“Yeah?” His voice was ragged, a low growl close to my ear. “Still with me?”
I could only nod, still shuddering as he slowed for a heartbeat, then slammed in again. He wasn’t done.
“Good.” He gripped my hips tighter. “Don’t you dare close up on me now. I’m not finished.”
He drove into me harder, faster, chasing his own peak. I stretched across the sheets, twisted my torso to look back at him, biting my lip. Fuck, he was gorgeous the way he stared at himself grinding into me. I lightly raked my fingers down his chest, over his tight nipples.
His body was amazing.
“Get it, Matt,” I whispered. “You fuck that ass just like that. Fucking ruin it.”
