Shimmying down my body, he positions himself between my legs, ripping the packet of lube open, and smearing a glob on his fingers. “You ever taken a dick in your ass before, Bambi?”

Bambi? That’s new. “Yes,” I answer.

He seems to like that answer. He leans over my body, fingers going between my crack, the cold gel-like liquid coating my hole before he pushes two inside. Inhaling sharply, I fist the blanket beneath me, slamming my eyes shut. It’s been a while since I’ve been with a guy, and it burns.

He thrusts in and out gently, crooking his finger, and grazing my prostate. White-hot pleasure swims through my body every time he hits that spot, stars flashing behind my eyelids. He eventually works a third finger in, stretching me open, getting me ready for his mammoth of a cock.

After what feels like an eternity, he withdraws his fingers and grabs the condom wrapper. He uses his teeth to rip the foil open, rolling it onto himself. My body is vibrating with anticipation, and when he lubes and lines himself up, I swear I could blow just from the sight.

He pushes in slowly, but firmly. My eyes widen and my mouth drops open. “Holy fucking shit, Stone. Ah, fuck!”

“Calm down, Bambi. You can take it. I know you can. Relax for me,” he coos, inching himself in further.

Forcing myself to relax and bear down on him, he sinks the rest of the way in, pausing once he’s fully sheathed. The pressure is almost unbearable. I’m so incredibly full, it feels like I’m going to rip in half at any second.

He leans down, capturing my lips with his, and slipping his tongue inside. He continues to kiss me as he starts to move his hips, slowly rocking in and out of me. The burn finally gives way to pleasure, and eventually, my hips start to rock with his.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he says against my lips. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock. Do you like it?”

“Fuck… yes,” I groan. My hands are gripping his upper arms, legs wrapped around him, eyes fighting to stay open as he injects me with pure pleasure with every stroke of his cock. He’s slightly curved upward, so with every thrust, he hits my prostate, igniting fire throughout my veins.

He sits back, holding my hips tight, as he thrusts brutally in and out of me. My hands fly into my hair, gripping, eyes rolling back. My jaw is slack, and my breathing is harsh and shallow. I cannot comprehend the amount of pleasure my body is receiving right now.

Thank God, we’re in the middle of nowhere, because between the sound of his body slapping against mine, and my moans, we aren’t quiet at all.