their first time, and it usually involved a lot of calming down.
Charles acted like he was made to be fucked by me and had resigned himself to this fact.
Instead of going straight for his ass, I lay on him, turning his head to the side so I could kiss him on his mouth. I loved that he was big enough to take my weight. I thrust lazily against his ass, and he moaned, the butt plug probably doing wonders for his insides every time he moved.
“I’ll try not to hurt you,” I whispered. “But it’ll probably hurt anyway. If you can last through it, I promise it’ll be worth it.”
“Do it, please.”
There was no greater consent than that. I kissed him one last time, then slid down his thighs and grasped the end of the butt plug. I pumped the toy inside him a few times, testing out his grip on it, then eased it out completely and placed it on the sheet beside us.
I straddled the backs of Charles’s thighs and guided my cockhead to his hole. “Relax, breathe. If it hurts too much, tell me. I’ll stop. There are many other ways I can give you pleasure.”
“I’m beginning to sound repetitive here, but just do it. August—Sir.”
His ass pressed upward as if seeking my cock, and I smiled at the way he forgot to call me Sir initially. The smile gave way to a low groan when I penetrated him. So fucking tight, even though I’d spent all that time prepping him and keeping him open with the plug.
Charles gasped, and his hand clutched the head of the bed. “Fuck!” he cried out.
I was barely inside him. “Shh.” I rocked forward slowly, my plunges shallow, meant to get his muscles to relax and let me in. All the way.
I wanted to be buried so far up Charles’s ass he’d feel me for days.
I slid another inch inside him, and he growled low in his chest, his right leg lifting and landing back on the bed with a thud.
“August, can’t—”
“You can.” I massaged his lower back. “Be brave for your Sir and accept what he’s giving you. Accept it, Charles.”
He let out a choked sob as I pushed even deeper inside him, this time pausing to give him time to adjust. My vision blurred at the tight wrap of his hole around my cock. The sight of the muscles in his broad back shifting as he moved beneath me and pulled me back to the present.
“More.”
I loved that word, but instead of giving him more of my length, I worked with what I got in so far. I eased back against him, pushing his hard ass cheeks apart to watch the way my cock disappeared, then reappeared with each thrust. That pretty pink hole did everything it could to resist, but eventually, as they always did, gave way to the masterful force of my entry.
I kept rocking against him, steadily increasing my pace, working more and more of my cock inside him until I bottomed out. Charles spread his legs, keening, but pushed back against me for more.
“Feels good yet?” I didn’t need to ask him. His groans told me that it did.
“Fuck me. Sir. Fuck me!”
His chant pushed me to move harder, deeper, faster. Charles’s grunts became full shouts and cries. He came up on his knees, released the headboard, and clutched the sheets on either side of his hips.
My pelvis smacked into his ass, over and over. Sweat coated my back, matted in the fur on my chest, dripped onto his skin.
“Yes, that’s it,” I encouraged, loving the way his back curved with each thrust. “This is what you came for, wasn’t it? To feel good on my cock. This what you’ve been wanting, Charles?”
“Fuck, yes!”
I gripped his torso and pulled him up onto his knees, his back against mine. He fell against my chest, his head on my shoulder, eyes closed, lips parted on each harsh breath he took. Sweat beaded his forehead, his hair a mess for the first time since I knew him.
His blissfully torturous look worked for him. Fuck, it worked for me. I turned his head and captured his lips with mine, canting my hips faster. I reached around him, grasped his hardness, and pumped.
“Holy fuck, August!” His words exploded with wonder. I couldn’t resist. His neck was right there. I chose a less conspicuous spot and sank my teeth into his shoulder, biting the skin.