Chapter 5 #3
When he reached the head of my cock, he swirled his tongue around the tip while working his fist up and down the base and used two fingers of his other hand to work his way inside me.
His mouth felt too good to search for answers, to speak coherent sentences, to think of anything other than the tightness of his throat.
I gripped his beautiful blond hair and shoved him further down, forcing him to gag, to take all of me.
My dick vibrated with excitement as he choked and swallowed and kept taking every inch as I thrust my hips up into him, all the while still working his way inside me.
“Dammit.” I released Milo, unable to focus, lost in the delirium brought on by his oral skills.
Milo didn’t stop gagging, taking the full length of my cock. He worked faster, swallowing from tip to base again and again until my mind swirled beyond measure.
“Stop.” I gripped the mat, clawing at anything for some semblance of balance. “I’m gonna, I’m gonna…”
If he kept this up, I’d explode any second into his mouth.
“Milo, I’m gonna—”
Just like that, he swallowed the entirety of my cock one final time, while pressing just enough pressure inside me. I erupted, releasing a huge load into Milo’s mouth. So much so, I felt it drip from his lips and spill onto my pubes.
“Now that I’ve left you utterly defeated, I think it’s time I claim my prize.” Milo grabbed my ankles and turned them, controlling me and ushering me back onto my stomach.
He wasn’t wrong. I’d gladly surrender myself to him and this silly little wrestling fight/fuck fetish he had floating through his surface thoughts. It hummed in his mind, arousing me all over again. Even if my dick was too tired to rise to full attention, it was semi-alert and ready for Milo.
He grabbed my hips, adjusting me ever so slightly while I buried my face into the mat and handed the reins over. Once he’d angled my ass to his liking, Milo gripped a hip with one hand while steadying his dick into me with the other.
“Oooouuu.” I hunched a bit as the head pushed through.
But with an inch pressed inside, Milo moved his hand to the small of my back and forced me back into an arched position.
“Ready?”
I nodded with a groan.
Milo took slow thrusts, easing his way into me inch by inch until our skin slapped, and he’d plunged all the way to the base.
I bit back a pained moan, having gone weeks without him inside me, and finding it quite the undertaking.
Milo ran his hands up and down my back, gently massaging me while casting telekinesis to distract and comfort me.
All the while, he remained still, allowing me a minute to adjust to the full girth of his cock.
“I’m ready,” I whispered with a hoarse breath.
Despite the initial pain, I craved him. I hungered for Milo’s release and for his pleasure to dance in my thoughts.
Milo turned my head to meet him and kissed me while he pumped into me.
Each thrust came faster and harder, but our lips didn’t part.
When I moaned, when I winced, when I ached, the sound poured into Milo and fueled him to pound into me with more force, to kiss me with more fury, to take me and fuck me to his satisfaction.
Seconds turned into minutes, and I quivered beneath Milo, taking his swift thrusts again and again until he tired of this position and flipped me onto my back.
“I wanna see you,” he said, gesturing for me to wrap my hands under my legs, as he repositioned and slammed inside me again.
I scrunched my face, growling at the suddenness of him pushing back into me. The delight of my expression lit up Milo’s thoughts. His lust for me, his need to fuck me—it fed his carnal hunger and mine.
I lay there, taking every pump of his cock, lost in the ecstasy of Milo’s arousal, his pleasure.
It didn’t take long for my cock to swell, and Milo ran his hand along my shaft, stroking me in sync with his own thrusts.
His cock pulsed inside me, his thoughts muttered his closeness, his hand demanded I join him.
Soon, my body vibrated and linked to him, closer and closer with each stroke.
“I’m gonna…”
“Not yet,” Milo demanded, finding a new pace which he wanted to relish, to savor, to pump into me a few more times for the pleasure.
He traced his hand along my face, caressing my jawline and following until his fingers ran through my hair.
Gripping a fistful of my short, brown locks, Milo pounded with authority while jerking my head closer to him.
Our lips locked. My cock throbbed. His cock raged.
Each slap of our bodies brought us closer until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I moaned into Milo’s mouth, begging without words for release. He bit my lower lip.
“Cum for me,” he whispered.
That was all I needed to finish. He unloaded inside me, and I let out everywhere.
Our stomachs, the mat, possibly a few spurts on my face.
Or maybe it was sweat or possibly drool.
I didn’t know. I lay with Milo collapsed on top of me, unable and unwilling to move.
All I wanted was to bask in the post-coital glow and the comfort of Milo’s body pressed to mine.