Brayden #4
Spencer slid his hand around my cock and held it loosely, his fingers more a tease than anything, and then he slammed his hips forward. My body bowed, my dick touching the wall as he drove his hips into me. I shouted out when his cockhead hit my prostate and fireworks exploded inside me.
“Fuck yes,” I moaned, then pressed back against him, reburying him to the hilt inside me.
Spencer didn’t let up, fucking into me like a man possessed. With every thrust, he hit that magic button inside me, and my body lit up. He tightened his hand around my throbbing cock, and I choked out a cry.
My orgasm was rocketing forward. I was almost at the point of no return. My body tingled, every nerve ending firing as Spencer relentlessly drove into me. I wasn’t capable of words anymore, my entire vocabulary reduced to caveman grunts and groans.
Then he was gone. I was empty, and the orgasm ripped away from me. “No,” I cried.
He pulled my wrists down and behind my back, then walked me toward the leather sofa. He sat, and when I moved to plant my ass on his legs, he spanked me. My skin burned with his handprint, and I shivered, my orgasm already screaming to the edge again.
“Straddle me, your back against my front. Knees wide and plant that fuckin’ sexy arse on my cock. Ride me. Get off on me.”
I scrambled to do what he said, and he let go of my wrists so he could guide himself inside me again.
I reached back for his head, holding onto him as I rolled my hips and pressed him as deep as he could go.
I was so full, stretched wide and already on the edge again.
My body pulsed around his, the point where we were joined melding into one. I never wanted him to pull out.
“That’s it, Texas. Take what you need. Get yourself off with my cock.” His words were as addictive as a drug shooting through my veins. The rasp of his voice, so deep and sensual, turned me on even without his thick cock splitting me open.
“Need your hand,” I gasped, rolling my hips again. “Please.”
“Come hands-free for me,” he ordered, then gripped my hips and fucked up into me at the same time as I pressed down. I choked out a cry and thrust my hips back again.
My cock bounced, and every movement stroked my balls like it was a tongue licking them.
The tingling began at the base of my spine, radiating outward in ever growing concentric circles. “Fuck,” I breathed.
“That’s it, Texas. Lemme see you blow. Shoot your load all over the floor.”
My back bowed, my head resting on Spencer’s shoulder as white light obliterated my sight and a keening cry ripped through the room. Sensation exploded in me, and my balls drew up. I shot pulse after pulse of cum. My hips jerked forward, riding him as Spencer fucked me like a man possessed.
He stiffened in my arms, his cock getting longer, harder, and thicker all at once.
“Fuck, I’m there,” he rasped before shouting out.
His cum flooded into me, scalding my insides with his fire.
His cock bucked, and the rub against my too-sensitive prostate set off another mini-orgasm, my cock dribbling more cum onto the couch below us.
I was breathing hard, my heart beating like I’d just skated off the ice.
My muscles were Jell-O, and I didn’t have the energy to move.
Spencer didn’t push me, slowly stroking my sides and thighs until I was a puddle of goo.
His cock slid out of me, and I nuzzled his neck, breathing him in as my eyes slipped closed.
“You’re gonna fall asleep on me, Bray. Let me get you into the shower. Up.” He patted my ass, and I groaned, every muscle protesting as I shifted.
“Sweet Baby Jesus, you rode me hard, cowboy,” I panted. I felt his lips turn up in a smile, and he pressed a kiss to my sweaty temple.
Spencer led me into the bathroom and turned the water on before he adjusted the temperature and led me inside.
He washed my hair and rubbed bodywash over every inch of me, taking care to be gentle where the marks from tonight’s game were already showing.
Slashes of dark bruises from checks into the boards seemed to ease under his gentle hands, and the general aches and pains from well-used muscles faded.
He cleaned my hole, sliding his fingers past my still-soft muscle to tease my prostate once more until I was gasping with another orgasm.
“That was for talkin’ back to Keeley.”
“It’s not punishment when y’all make me come,” I drawled.
“Who said I was punishing you, Texas? I was encouraging it.”
I hummed. My bones were liquid, and I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore.
“Let’s get you into bed,” Spencer murmured. He shut off the water and towel dried me as I wavered on my feet.
He led me to the bed, and I crawled up onto it, my eyes already closed. “Spencer,” I called.
“Yeah, Bray,” he murmured from behind me, then pressed a kiss to my shoulder.
“Can I suck you?”
“Always.” He shuffled around, and I propped my head on his thigh, his soft cock at my lips.
He ran his fingers through my still-wet hair and I drew his cock into my mouth.
Darkness came quicker than I wanted it to—my lips wrapped around Spencer’s cock and his fingers in my hair always lulled me to sleep fast, no matter how much I fought it.