“You ready for more?” he asks, and I nod, feeling my cock fully harden at the thought of being filled with something more.
His fingers slip from me, and he reaches for the dildo, lathering it with lube and pressing it to my already wet entrance.
“All right, Witkoff, show me what you got.”
And then he slips it right inside. My body doesn’t hesitate in accepting, just allows the thick silicone cock to slide smoothly in.
“Fuck, you take that so well,” Colton groans and then crawls between my legs, and his lips hit mine. My ankles link behind his lower back, my hands threading through his hair as he plunders my mouth. It’s chaotic and wet, but I don’t care. I just want him to keep fucking me with that cock.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he murmurs, his fist still rocking the dildo into me, the other curled around the back of my neck. “I want to fuck you. Not with this cock, but with my own.”
“Ngggh,” I moan, and he kisses me again, thrusting that dick further into me, bottoming out and making my back arch up off the bed.
“Will you let me? I know you wanted to wait, but fuck, you’d feel so good.” As if to tempt me, he drags his dick up my stomach, and I feel how hard it is, how wet. He’s dripping onto me.
“Please. Fuck me.”
His chin hits his chest, and with a flick of his wrist, the silicone cock is flung onto the mattress, and I feel the nudge of flesh against my hole.
“My labs are clear,” he says and then pushes into me without warning.
I cry out, his dick so much bigger than the dildo, but still my body stretches to accept him.
“Fuck, you’re so damn tight,” he moans, pushing forward again, six inches deep and still going. “Myles. Myles,” he gasps as he hovers over me, still pushing in. Further and further until he’s balls deep.
It’s only then that he stops for a moment, his eyes meeting mine. I can see his pupils dark and blown out, his cheeks flushed with excitement. With lust.
“You are fucking perfect.”
The way he whispers it has my hands drifting down to his ass and pulling him into me a few more centimeters.
“You want it hard your first time? Or do you want me to make love to you?”
That question throws me for a second, and I find myself uttering, “Hard. Fuck me. As hard as you want.”
He blinks and then wets his lips, his back arching up slightly. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
And then his hips snap back and then slam forward, making me cry out in surprise. It hurts so fucking good. My cock doesn’t know what to do, so it just stays hard, throbbing between my legs as he pistons his dick into me over and over. My body is thrust up the mattress, inch by inch, until my head is up against the headboard. It only makes Colton grab onto the structure and use it for leverage, destroying me, body and soul.
I can feel my orgasm rising, the sting of being split open over and over, coupled with the intense sensation of being fucked byColton Cavanaugh. I know it won’t be long before I topple over the edge.
And Colton looks just as close. The tendons in his arms and neck are distinct and bulging from his skin, sweat trickling down his pecs as he works his way in and out of me.
I can do nothing but hold on to his hips and buckle in for the ride of my life.
“Look at you,” he moans between the slapping of sweaty skin. “You’re my favorite addiction.”
He leans down and kisses me roughly, his hips still moving, his cock still dragging in and out of my hole.
When he pulls away from my mouth, he stares down at me, almost in awe.
“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna fill that pretty little hole up.”
I nod and moan when he lifts back up and thrusts into me hard. His movements are jerky, out of sync, and then I feel his entire body shudder. His cock pulses inside of me, filling me up, just like his moans are filling the corners of the room.
I’m not far behind. The sensation of him inside of me, his body above me, his come painting my ass is all I need. I lift my hips, pulling him down onto me, and grind against his abdomen.
That’s all it takes. My come spills between us, my wild moans sounding too much like sobs.
