47. Wilder #2
“That’s because he's a very good boy for me.” His dick is hot and heavy, as my hands glide over him like silk. Every pass over his crown brings out more precum for me to drag down his length, and the sight of it is driving me insane.
I don’t think I have ever felt this desperate sort of need for another person, like I might die if I don’t please him, and all I want to do is make him feel good.
“Your hand feels fucking perfect,” he sighs, his words echoing my thoughts, and I squeeze him tighter, drawing out his pleasure as much as I can.
“Kiss me,” he pleads, catching my mouth with his again before I can even respond, and his kiss now is less urgent.
Delicate lips mold against my own, paired with the gentle thrust up into my closed fist, before he pulls back just as quickly.
“Fuck me, Wild,” he breathes, already reaching down to rip at my pants, trying to get them off beneath him. “I need to feel you inside me, please.”
His begging makes my own cock leak, both hard and desperate to get inside of him, but my hands snap out to halt his.
“Reed, I don’t…” He cuts me off with another kiss, still trying to undress me, but I pull back.
“I don’t have anything with me,” I tell him through a pained breath, kicking myself for not thinking something like this could happen, but Reed is already shaking his head.
“I don’t care, I want to ride you, right here, right now.”
The words have me choking on my own breath, my cock pulsing at the thought, as my stare searches his. “Are you sure?” He nods, kissing me again.
“I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since I last got tested, and I’m on PrEP,” he rushes out against my lips, barely taking a breath, and my heart beats even harder in my chest.
“Same.” The one word response hangs in the air between us, before he’s lifting off me to rip off his clothes.
His shirt goes first, revealing some sort of silk, cream stringy bra-like top, that has my jaw dropping, but it’s when he takes off his pants to reveal the matching stockings that I almost lose my mind.
I don’t even have time to fully admire it, before he is straddling me once more.
I work my own pants down while Reed pulls off my shirt, until we are both half naked and panting in anticipation.
With his stare on mine, I sink two of my fingers into his mouth, watching as he obediently sucks them until they are wet and dripping.
Only then do I slide them down, pushing them between his cheeks until I find his hole.
Massaging him gently, I kiss him again, pulling him harder against me, as I start to work him open for me.
“Ah fuck,” he grunts against my mouth when the tips of my fingers slip inside, and I circle them slowly.
“You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen,” I grind out, watching him in awe, and his hands fly to my shoulders as he starts to slowly ride my fingers. “You know I love it when you dress up for me.”
“Only for you,” he pants, grinding himself down onto me.
“Because you’re mine, baby.”
I make quick work of getting him ready for me, before ripping my fingers out and replacing them with my cock. “You ready?” I ask, and he nods rapidly, already trying to chase my crown.
“Yes, God, just fuck me,” he snaps, and I smirk, pushing inside him and letting him sink down, inch by glorious inch.
We’ve fucked so many times, in so many different ways, but never like this, never with him so wrapped around me, pushing down onto my cock until I bottom out inside him, deeper than I ever have before.
I almost die right then and there, at how hot and tight he feels with no barrier between us, my dick so impossibly deep, that I have to grind my jaw to stop myself from coming.
He feels like fucking molten lava, burning me so completely in the most delicious way, and I never want to feel anyone else again.
“You feel…” I have to pause to catch my breath, as I pull all the way out to the tip and then slowly push inside. “So. Fucking. Perfect.” Each word is paired with a slow yet deep thrust, and it’s official, I am so fucking gone for him.
Reed works himself slowly up and down my length, giving himself time to adjust to how full I must feel inside of him, before he starts to set a steady pace.
It’s somewhere between slow and sensual, and desperate and needy, his ass gyrating up and down my length like he was born to do this and only this.
I let him take his time riding me, enjoying how fucking pretty he looks wrapped in silk while bouncing on my bare cock, until my baser instincts take over.
My hands fly to his hips, holding him in place as I start to roughly buck up inside of him, and Reed takes every one with a loud, pleasured moan.
He uses his hold on my shoulders to slam himself down on my every thrust, and fuck, nothing has ever felt this good in my life.
Then he leans forward, allowing some of my dick to slip out of him, taking his ass all the way up to my tip before slamming back down.
He works me in and out in a slick rhythm, his breathing becoming ragged and choppy, as my grip on him only tightens.
“That’s it, just like that, you fuck me so good,” he cries, riding himself into oblivion, but I’m barely doing a thing.
“That’s all you, baby, working your pretty little hole up and down my cock.” He moans wantonly at my words, riding me faster and faster, until I feel like I am struggling to breathe.
My cock swells inside of him, and I can’t stop myself from rapidly pushing up, my hands moving to spread his ass cheeks even wider for me, so I can feel him bounce on my cock.
His lips seal themselves to mine again, kissing me hungrily, as we both thrust against one another like we might die if we don’t find our release.
He moans against my tongue, my hold on him tightening, as I keep him still above me before rutting into him, impaling him on my cock over and over.
His own hand fists his cock, jerking himself roughly between us, until his hole is strangling me to the point of no return.
“You were fucking made to ride my cock, Blue,” I grit out against his mouth, fucking him harder and faster.
“Oh fuck, right there, Wild,” he cries, the words coming out on a choked sob, and I don’t alter the angle for even a second.
I just hold him right there above me and fuck my cock into his hole again and again, striking his prostate with precision, and watching his hand match my pace.
The sight and feel of him is all too much, and I can no longer hold myself back.
He meets my every thrust until I am spilling inside of him, cum spurting from my cock and filling him so perfectly.
Reed groans at the feel of me, before hot ropes of cum splash out against my abs and chest, some of it even landing on my throat and chin.
Then he’s right there licking it off, lapping at the taste of himself, before pressing his lips to mine, as we ride out the last remnants of our release, until the only sounds are our panted, breathless gasps of pleasure.