Chapter 25 #3
“I’d take some photos for posterity if I wasn’t afraid of someone finding them. This is only for me to see.”
Kyle nods, gasping for air as he sinks all the way down with his head thrown back. His buttocks flatten against my stomach, and he stretches while petting my thigh. Nobody has ever felt more perfect.
“Yes. I only want you,” he whispers, rising slightly, as if he were testing the waters. “This feels so much better than a dildo,” he adds.
I give his naughty ass a harder slap, and he tightens around my dick. “I would fucking hope so, since it’s attached to your husband, not a wall.” I laugh, admiring my handiwork when a red pattern appears on his skin.
Kyle grins, moving up and down. “It’s nice and hot. And it’s gonna fill me up with your cum.”
“Oh, that’s it, baby… Ride me the way you like it.
” I’m so turned on by the glorious sight in front of me my vision blurs a little.
I see only him, the one person who matters right now.
He speeds up, moving up and down my rigid length despite his thighs starting to tremble.
I don’t know if they’re getting tired of the position he’s in, or if he’s cramping, but it doesn’t stop him from stabbing himself on me over and over.
“Do you like that? Hitting the right spot in your needy hole?” I murmur, loving that he wants me to come inside him.
He nods, pushing back his damp hair, but he’s slowing down, and I’m too horny for that now.
Red fogs my mind as I lift him off my dick.
Kyle protests, not wanting me gone yet, but when I push him forward, so he’s on all fours and get to my knees behind him, his eyes darken, as if he’s never been thirstier.
“Please, Logan,” he mumbles, reaching back to expose his hole. It’s relaxed, and juicy, and I want to plow it until I come.
I couldn’t be any more aroused, and when his body welcomes me with a squeeze, I grab his hips and pump into him at a rapid pace. In a frenzy of lust, he grabs his cock and starts jerking off in time to my rhythm, moaning without a care that someone might overhear us
“This feels so damn good,” Kyle grits out as I go faster, plunging into him at a rapid pace. “I want it… come inside me, baby.”
He doesn’t need to ask twice. My hips work overtime to give his ass the pounding he needs, and then I feel it. My balls tighten and when I shoot my load, pleasure washes over me, traveling down my spine, up my dick and all the way to my curling toes.
“Fuck… fuck…” I utter, wanting to fill him with all the cum I’ve got.
Kyle lets out a series of whimpers, hurriedly pumping his dick, and then he’s coming too, face hidden in the comforter to mute a prolonged, throaty whimper.
I pant, coming back to reality with his hole throbbing around me in orgasmic spasms. I feel out-of-this-world satisfied, and seeing him become this trembling mess thanks to my dick is yet another addition to my pleasure.
I stroke his sweaty back, and then bend over to kiss his nape.
“You feel that heat inside you? That’s my mark.”
Kyle says something, but he’s still face-down, and I can’t understand him. He looks quite literally fucked out of his mind.
I slide out of him with a happy chuckle and sit back on my heels to admire his spent form. His opening looks so juicy I can’t resist nudging it with my thumb, and a streak of cum oozes out, rolling down his balls.
Kyle pushes up on his elbows and glances my way back. His face is beautifully flushed, and his eyes don’t look quite focused yet. “Yes. Touch me,” he whispers as a streak of cum trails from his hole and down his balls.
I give him a wicked grin and lick the hot streak off before teasing the hole with the tip of my tongue. This boy has me so addicted to him.
Kyle drops on the bed, as if his muscles all went slack. “Oh God… I’m gonna do whatever you want if you keep doing that,” he mumbles, stretching his arms and grabbing at the sheets.
I hum and lie down to caress my lover’s well-loved pucker. It’s rare that I get to be this thorough with a partner, but this is my honeymoon. My husband. There’s no one else for me, so I need to dote on him with everything I’ve got.
Finally, I let his hips down, and he collapses onto the sheets, breathing hard.
I turn him over and find my way into his arms, face to face, but still slide my thigh between his legs just because I love to feel them spread for me.
"You would have become such a slut if I didn't put a ring on your finger," I say and kiss his chin.
He’s tired but still grins at me and puts his arms around my torso, as if I am a giant teddy bear. “Stop it. I would not. I’m not like that.”
“I don’t know,” I tease, stroking his warm skin. “Seems to me you lose your mind for dick…”
“Your dick,” he says firmly. “I think it’s pretty much one of a kind.”
One look into his soft, dark eyes makes me believe it one hundred percent. He wants only me. “Perfect fit for a one of a kind ass.” I grab his hand and kiss the ring on his finger again, more confident in my choice to marry him than I ever could be.