My aching cock is begging for some relief, so I reach down and wrap a hand around it, stroking myself slowly. I almost expect him to stop me, but all he does is fix my cock and hand with an intense stare.

“God, you’re so hot.”

I groan in response and squeeze the base of my cock to hold off my orgasm.

Probably realizing I need him to hurry this along, he lubes up the massager and carefully slides it inside me until the curved head hits just the right spot. A jolt of pleasure shoots through me, making me arch off the bed. He grins and slides the toy almost all the way out before pushing it back in again. In and out. In and out.

I’m practically panting by the time he settles it against my prostate and presses the button on the base to turn on the vibrations. He ducks his head between my legs to suck on my inner thigh as he pushes the toy into me a fraction more. The pressure has my toes curling, and I resume stroking myself, faster this time, hurtling my way toward an explosion.

“Don’t come,” he warns. “Not until it’s me inside you.”

“Then you need to stop,” I tell him huskily. “So I can come on your cock.”

He moans in what sounds like approval and turns off the toy, pulling it swiftly from my hole. I work to catch my breath as I watch him jack himself a few times before rolling on the condom. Then he says, “Turn over,” and the breath rushes out of me again as I hurry to comply.

He tugs at my hips, and I let him pull me onto my hands and knees. And then his cock is there, nudging at my hole. I relax and bear down as he slides in steadily inch by glorious inch until his hips are flush against my ass.

“Fuuuck,” he whispers.

I could say the same. I thrust backward against him, silently urging him to fuck me. And he does. He starts out slowly, but it doesn’t take long for him to grab my hips for leverage and begin slamming into me at a punishing pace.

I love it. I fucking love it. I love the shape of him behind me, of him filling me. I love taking him. I love that I can give him something he so desperately wants. I love...

Draping himself over my back, he keeps one hand possessively on my hip and brings the other to the top of my shoulder. Then he bites down on my upper back, and I cry out, and he licks over the spot. I shouldn’t be surprised by anything he does at this point, but it’s still amazing to experience him like this. So in control but also wild, possessive, almost feral.

“I’m not gonna last,” I tell him.

“Me neither. Fuck. Me neither.”