of pride when he moaned.
“Do you like sucking my big dick?”
I made a mumbled, affirmative noise and took a little more of his length. Like didn’t come close. I loved it.
He let me move at my own pace and soon I’d found a rhythm that had him panting. His cock was my entire world. I could have stayed there all day, keeping his dick hard with my mouth, but he gently eased me up and kissed me.
He stood, spun me around and bent me over the stool he’d just been sitting on. Well trained, I reflexively arched my back and pushed my ass into the air. Ry rubbed my rump in approval and smoothed his hands down my back. All of my muscles relaxed under his touch and I let out a soft, happy sound.
He disappeared for a moment and came back with a condom and lube, while I stayed put with my ass in the air. The next thing I knew, two firm fingers pressed inside me and my ass opened up for them. He’d been fucking me with his huge dick twice a week or more, and I’d grown to accommodate him much easier, but it still needed some work to get me ready. And this time I didn’t even have to beg him to give it to me hard - he immediately thrust his fingers all the way inside me, so deep I gasped and arched my back as pleasure ripped through me.
“Oh, fuck.” I half-laughed at how good it felt, and he reached forward to wrap a hand around my neck.
“Good?” He whispered in my ear.
I groaned in affirmation and pressed my throat into his hand. He didn’t choke me, just held me so I arched back as he fucked my ass with his fingers. He jackhammered me open with them and my dick smacked against my belly as I held firmly to the stool, sure I was going to topple over. But he held me tight and I didn’t lose my balance at all. He had me just where he wanted me. Right where I was supposed to be.
With his fingers out, I felt my ass open and needy. A whine escaped my throat and was immediately plugged by a hard grunt when Ryland shoved his dick right into my hole.
“Fuck, yes!” I cried, and pushed back against him.
The way his cock stretched me was right on the edge between intense pleasure and pain, and I loved dancing with him there. He fucked me with short, hard thrusts and wrapped his hand around my throat again. I breathed husky, short breaths as a buzzing satisfaction grew in my belly. I was held, used, adored—and it felt fucking good.
“You’re a perfect fuck,” he growled in my ear.
I gasped through the gentle hold on my throat and let my eyes roll back as the words pinged through me.
He pressed his lips hard against my ear as he rammed me hard. “I love—”
My heart smacked against my ribs and I almost fell from the stool as the thrill of the word woke me from my subspace trance. Was he really going to say…?
“I love fucking you so much.” He grunted, pulled himself upright and gave firm thrusts so the stool shook under my hands.
I closed my eyes and let myself sink away from the fantasy of something as intense as love. Ridiculous. Luckily, it was easy to fall back into what we were doing with how hard he was fucking me.
“Fuck, I’m close. Down. Get down on the floor.” Ry pulled me off the stool and lowered me onto my hands and knees, his cock still lodged deep inside me.
I loved how he didn’t want to stop fucking me any more than I wanted him to.
The floor was cool under my hands but everything else burned up with pleasure. I excitedly glanced behind me and watched as the older man crouched behind me and took a firm hold on my hips. I took a deep breath and braced for what I knew was coming.
Ry found a jack-hammer pace almost immediately. I squeezed my eyes shut as his cock smacked across my prostate and shot bursts of intense white-hot pleasure through my flesh. Without warning, his hand came down on my ass cheek.
“Oh!” I gasped, surprised at how much it made my cock throb. “S-sway!”
The next smack was so hard, it burned through me like a whip, and my dick surged with pleasure. Ry always knew what I needed,