“So tight, so wet for me. Love that only I will ever fuck you. You love taking my cock, baby? You need more?” He thrusts all the way into me much deeper than before. Every word he whispers fuels the need starting to build in my belly. “Never felt anything like you around me, baby,” he swears. His face is dotted with sweat, his ultra-light eyes seeming black in the darkness look right into mine. His massive shoulders fill my vision, he lifts higher his chest barely brushing my nipples, but it changes the angle. I can feel him so deep it hurts and feels good.

“Oh Masen,” my back and neck arch, “Ah don’t stop, please.” When I say please, he does something with his fingers that makes me scream as I convulse around him. I can feel my muscles squeezing him. The things he promises to do to me while I climax should sound scary. He tells me all the ways he’ll make love to me. How he can’t wait to lick me again. I love Masen’s filthy mouth, so I tell him how much I like it. His pace speeds up. He goes a little deeper with each thrust. My name falls from his lips as he empties himself into me.

My body feels like jelly, my legs shake, and I shiver a bit as he slowly pulls out. That is the strangest feeling. He rolls onto his back and pulls me onto his still heaving chest.

Masen’s hands caress every inch of my body they can reach while our heartbeats slow. “I can’t tell you how much it means to me knowing I’m the only man that will ever touch you, taste you. I’m the only one that gets to hear every sound you make when I’m touching you, feel the way your body responds to mine when I’m inside you,” he nuzzles my hair, “I have never experienced anything close to what it feels like to make love to you, baby. Thank you for being mine and only mine.”

I’m a little emotional right now. My heart soars with every word he says, but I still cry a few tears. I swat his chest. “That was the sweetest thing ever.” My voice cracks. “I’m so happy I found you, Masen. I didn’t even realize how sad I was before. Even arguing with you is better than always being alone,” I say honestly. “That doesn’t mean you can keep getting yourself in trouble, but for the first time, I’m truly excited for the future. So, thank you, Big Guy, for being you.”

Masen hauls me up so my face is even with his and kisses me gently, reverently. When he pulls away, I open my eyes to find a sweet smile plastered on his face. “I need to clean you up, Little One,” he says then gives me a big squeeze before going into the bathroom.

When he returns, he has a warm washcloth. He uncovers me and starts cleaning between my legs. As he gets higher, I close my thighs around his hand. “Masen,” I admonish. “What are you doing?” My face is lit like a fire engine. After what we just shared, I’m still embarrassed.