18. CHOOSING YOU AGAIN #3
He stays deathly still, not moving a single muscle, and I feel his limbs trembling as he holds himself in place.
His nostrils flare, his eyes squeezed shut, and I lift a shaky hand to his face and trace his jaw with my index finger.
Ken’s eyes fly open at my gentle touch, and we make eye contact for a long moment before I nod.
“Fuck me, Kenny,” I demand. “I need you to move.”
My hole burns a little as he stares down at me, still not moving, and when I wiggle my hips, he gasps. “S-stop.”
I smirk. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna come…”
“I will if you don’t let me breathe,” he says through gritted teeth. “You’re fucking choking me.”
I relax my muscles as much as possible, watching as his face relaxes too.
His brow is no longer furrowed, his eyes not scrunched at the corners.
Kenneth lowers himself over me again, letting go of my cock and caging me in with both arms on either side of my head.
The eye contact is intense as he finally pulls his hips back and gives a tentative thrust. I gasp softly when his hips slap against my ass, and he does it again.
My eyes drift to the ceiling momentarily, and he grips my chin with two fingers and redirects my gaze to his.
“Eyes on me while I fuck you, Conrad,” Kenneth whispers. “I need to see how much you like this.”
I nod slowly, and he smirks, grabbing my thigh and hooking it over his hip, changing the angle completely.
On the next thrust, he goes shallow, not quite entering me completely, and I whine in frustration.
Right as I’m about to complain, he thrusts in deeper, making my body tighten as the most intense pleasure of my life rocks me.
“Holy fucking shit!” I yell. “Yes, fuck yes, do it again.”
Kenneth’s lips are parted, and he’s breathing hard, wide eyes locked on mine.
There is barely any blue visible. Just black, dilated pupils staring back at me.
He’s absolutely lost to pleasure—just like me.
He bites his bottom lip and does it again, hitting the same spot, making my entire body tighten.
“Kenny—fuck,” I say through gritted teeth, then whimper when he thrusts in again, faster and harder.
It’s difficult to keep my eyes open, not to let myself give in to the pleasure and tune everything else out.
It’s hard, but I fight to keep eye contact through hooded eyes.
“I feel like I’m going to die. It’s too much. Oh, fuck, I can’t take it.”
My entire body shakes, and it feels like I’m on the verge of coming but can’t quite get there.
I’m moaning so loud I’m drowning out Kenneth’s sounds, but I watch him gasp and pant and groan over me with a pained look on his face.
He grabs my wrist and directs my hand to my cock, not letting go until I’ve wrapped my fingers around myself.
I stroke hard and fast, feeling all my muscles lock up as I get closer to orgasm.
“There you are,” Ken says through gritted teeth. “I’m so close, baby. Do you want me to come in this tight little hole?”
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, nodding so fast I’m lightheaded. “D-don’t s-stop! I’m about to—I’m gonna come!”
“Come for me, Conrad,” Kenneth gasps, going even faster.
He slams his lips to mine, sucking on my bottom lip as I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, and my vision turns white behind my lids. The pleasure is so acute, so much, too much, that it feels like my lower belly is on fire. My balls draw up suddenly, and I explode.
My cum drenches me, covering my belly, chest, and throat as I continue jerking myself until I’m spent and my cock softens.
I’m sensitive, but Kenneth hasn’t come. I can tell he was holding out for me, and when my body finally slackens, he gasps and moans.
I take him in—the way his perfect lips are parted, eyes focused on my face, nostrils flaring.
I look lower, watching his abs contract with every thrust, skin glistening with my cum.
It trails down between the lines of his muscles, but before I can watch it go lower, he drapes his body over mine again.
Kenneth whimpers into my mouth as he kisses me hard, losing rhythm slightly, moaning loudly when I clench around him on purpose.
“I love you,” Kenny whispers against my lips, and my eyes fly open, widening at hearing him say those words again. His are squeezed shut, as if he’s afraid to look at me. “I’m so in love with you.”
“Ken—”
“Fuck, I love you so much, Connie,” Kenneth gasps, then says, “I’m coming, fuck, I’m gonna come.”
“Yes,” I hiss, wrapping my legs around him and pushing against his ass until he’s as deep as he can go. Kenneth buries his face in the crook of my neck and whimpers, and I feel his cock pulsing inside of me, flooding me with warmth. “Fill me up, baby. Fuck, yes.”
Kenneth stills, keeping his face buried in my neck, his heart beating so fast and hard against me that I’m almost afraid for him. Mine is finally calm. I feel like I’m on top of the world. Because he loves me. He actually does.
He fucking loves me.