“Come on, big boy. Rut me like the animal we both know you are.”

The second I heard his words, I was on my feet. It was almost as though I didn’t have a choice in the matter. I was behind him. One hand was on his hip and the other was digging into the thick muscle on his shoulder. I bent him over a little more and slotted my dick inside him. He took me easily. His ass was smooth and slick inside. He clenched around me. It felt like he was swallowing me. Sucking me in. I was crazed. My hips started moving immediately. They pistoned back and forward like a well-oiled machine. He moaned like crazy. So did I. It was euphoric. It was intense. The pleasure was so heavy and dense it almost felt like too much. It fell short of too much, though. Instead, it was perfection.

I didn’t last long. Neither did he. I started coming before he’d finished splattering his load on the floor. I grabbed his hips and slammed his body onto mine as I shot my load deep inside him. When I came down, I felt like I was floating. Twisting and turning like a soft, downy feather falling to earth. I felt dizzy. Everything felt sensitive. My skin. My hands. My dick and my balls. I was reeling. Unsteady on my feet. I was worried I was going to start knotting him, so I pulled out. He spun around when I did it, puffing a frustrated breath at me and stamping one foot.

“Damn it. I need you inside me, Sully.”

I loved seeing him like that. Wanton. Wild. He grabbed me by the arms and manhandled me, pushing me onto the bed. I landed flat on my back and scrambled backward so I was sitting up, leaning against the headboard, giggling helplessly as he approached.

“Jules,” I warned, “you’ve got to be sensible.”

“No, I don’t.”

“We’ve got to go slow. We’ve got to pace ourselves.”

“I want it, Sully.”

“Want what?” I whispered, though I knew damn well what it was he wanted.

“You know what I want.”

I closed my eyes and bit my lip hard. It felt like torment to deny him. “I’m scared.”

“Why are you scared?” His face was a picture of concern. His voice was completely sincere. It sounded like Jules. Just Jules.

“I’m scared I won’t be able to make it go away again. I’m scared we’ll get stuck. I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“How do you know? I did last night.”

“Yeah, but last night I asked for it. I won’t ask you to do it like that again if you don’t want me to.”

“Is that what you think? That I did it because you asked for it?”