Blaze POV #2
I cup his face with both hands, forcing him to look at me while I continue moving on his cock, slow and deliberate. “I told you I’ve never let anyone fuck me, and I meant it. You’re the first. And it’s not for my pleasure, baby. It’s for yours.”
His breath hitches, eyes widening in shock.
“I don’t need you to be like them,” I continue softly, still riding him with slow, deep rolls of my hips.
“I don’t want you to be like them. I chose you because you’re different.
Because this, you inside me, means something.
It’s not about size. It’s about you trusting me enough to have this.
About me giving you something I’ve never given anyone. ”
I lean down and kiss him gently, still moving on him. “You feel good, Dylan. You feel right. Stop thinking and just feel me.”
He lets out a shaky breath, some of the panic easing as his hands slide up to my waist. I keep the pace slow and intimate, letting him feel every inch of the moment.
I keep riding him slowly, rolling my hips in deep, languid circles, taking him all the way in before lifting up again. The feeling of him stretching me is intense in the best way, and the look on Dylan’s face, wide-eyed, overwhelmed, lips parted, makes it even better.
“You feel so good,” I murmur, leaning down to twist one of his nipples between my fingers. He gasps sharply, hips jerking up into me. “So fucking good inside me, baby.”
I keep the pace slow and teasing, grinding down on him every time I sink fully onto his cock. My hand moves to his other nipple, pinching and rolling it as I ride him. Dylan’s breathing grows ragged, his hands gripping my thighs tightly.
“Blaze—fuck—” he whimpers, clearly getting close already.
I ride him a little faster, clenching around him on every downstroke, watching his face twist with pleasure. Just when his moans get louder and his cock starts to throb inside me, I lift off completely.
He whines loudly, hips chasing me desperately. “No—please—”
I don’t give him time to recover. I move fast, pushing his legs back and slamming into him in one hard thrust. Dylan cries out, back arching off the bed as I start fucking him hard and fast, hips snapping forward with powerful strokes.
“Fuck... yes—” he gasps, chasing every thrust.
I lean over him, twisting both his nipples at the same time as I pound into him. “You feel so good around my cock too. So tight. So fucking perfect.”
I rail him relentlessly, driving deep, angling to hit his prostate with every brutal thrust. His moans turn into broken cries, his cock leaking steadily between us. I can feel him getting close again, his hole fluttering wildly around me.
Right before he tips over the edge, I pull out completely.
Dylan lets out a wrecked sob, hips bucking uselessly into the air. “Blaze, p-please—I was so close—”
I don’t answer with words. I simply shift again, lining up and slowly lowering myself back onto his cock. He groans loudly as I sink down, taking him to the hilt once more. I start riding him slowly again, gentle rolls of my hips, grinding down on him while I stroke his chest and twist his nipples.
“You feel incredible,” I groan, clenching around him. “So hard for me. So desperate.”
I keep the pace torturously slow, watching him squirm and whimper beneath me. Every time he gets close, his breathing changes and his cock throbs inside me, I lift off again.
The third time I do it, he’s nearly in tears, whining and begging incoherently.
I slam back into him hard, fucking him with deep, punishing strokes, my hand wrapping around his cock and stroking him in time with my thrusts. “You’re doing so good, baby. Taking everything I give you.”
When he’s right on the edge again, shaking and crying out, I pull out and sink back down onto his cock, riding him slowly once more. I lean down and bite at his neck, twisting his nipples harder as I grind on him.
“You feel so good inside me,” I whisper against his skin. “I could stay like this for hours.”
Dylan is a complete mess beneath me, flushed, sweaty, whimpering every time I switch. But he’s never looked more beautiful.
He moans loudly, hips jerking up desperately, that tell-tale sign he’s getting close. I lift my hips just in time, letting his cock slide free. He groans in frustration, trying to chase me, but I’m already slamming back into him in one brutal thrust.
I lift his legs onto my shoulders and lean forward, folding him nearly in half. My forehead rests against his as I start pounding into him with deep, powerful strokes, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.
“Tell me what you want,” I growl, fucking into him with relentless slams of my hips.
“Don’t s-stop.”
“Tell me what you want,” I order again, voice rough.
His head falls back against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut. “F-fuuuuck.” His whole body shakes as I ease off hitting his prostate directly with every thrust, teasing him.
“What do you want, baby?”
“Fill me,” he gasps, voice breaking. “I need to feel you fill me up.”
My hands move to grasp his ass, wincing at the pain in my broken hand, but I ignore it.
I lift him higher so I can fuck him even deeper, angling perfectly.
Every slam drags right along his prostate and the sounds he makes are fucking addictive, raw, desperate, broken moans that go straight to my cock.
I capture his mouth in a messy kiss, biting at his lower lip and sucking it between mine as I ram into him with everything I have. His hand drifts down toward his cock and I snarl against his lips.
“Don’t fucking touch it. You’re coming without touching it.”
He whimpers but obeys, dropping his hand. I keep pounding into his tight little hole, relentless and deep, chasing both our orgasms. I can feel him getting closer again, his ass clenching rhythmically around me, his moans turning higher and more frantic.
“That’s it,” I groan, biting down on his neck. “Let go for me, Dylan. Come on my cock. I want to feel you fall apart while I fill you up.”
His body seizes up beneath me, hole clamping down hard as he cries out. He comes untouched, pulsing around my cock, painting his own stomach and chest with thick ropes of cum. The sight and feeling of him coming so hard pushes me over the edge right after him.
I slam in deep one last time and groan loudly as I come, flooding him with hot pulses, grinding against him to ride out every wave. I stay buried inside him as we both come down, breathing hard against each other’s skin.
I press soft kisses along his jaw and neck, still buried deep, not ready to pull out yet. “You did so good, baby. So fucking good.”