Page 19 of Fluffing the Stallion

But that’s going well. We stayed up for hours talking and I’m sure we’ll continue along that path. It’s like we didn’t run out of things to talk about, not fumbling around to pick up the next thread of conversation. Everything was smooth and easy. The only thing that got in the way of that was sleep, the pesky fucker.

I’m hoping we end up in a place where I can call Yuri my man out loud, claiming him like he seems to have claimed me, since he’s holding on to me so tightly.

Smiling, I snuggle closer, burrowing myself against Yuri’s chest. He pulls in a deep breath and his arms tighten around me, but he doesn’t otherwise wake up. I lie there, breathing him in and imagining what our future will look like.

I’m not sure if he was serious about porn being his future or not, and I don’t care if it is. I wasn’t lying when I told him the only reason I wouldn’t date a sex worker is because I have nothing to offer them. I still feel like I’m not enough for him, but Yuri seems to think otherwise. There’s nothing wrong with his job. Hopefully, he believed me when I told him that.

Besides, getting to watch Yuri work in person as opposed to through my phone screen is hot as fuck.

I’m not sure how long I lie there in his arms, soaking in his natural fragrance before he wakes up. Yuri moves his leg from over my waist, looks down at me with sleep-filled eyes and messy hair and smiles. “Good morning, gorgeous. How long have you been up?”

“Half an hour maybe,” I mutter, cheeks flaming because he called me gorgeous. It’s hard to believe that I’m who he wants when he can literally have anyone. I’m sure half the men on set would love to have him to themselves. Not because of his massive cock, but because of who Yuri is. He’s funny, smart, driven, affectionate. He’s a combination of many qualities that people look for in a partner. So, him setting his sights on me? Still unbelievable.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” he asks, rubbing his nose against mine. God, where did he come from and how did I not know the person that would check all the boxes for what I want in a partner would be another guy?

Ducking my head so he won’t see my flaming face, I shrug. “You looked comfortable. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

Yuri kisses my forehead. “You can wake me whenever you want.” He finishes untangling himself from how he was clamped around me, stretching his arms over his head. “I’m glad you stayed the night with me. I had a great time talking to you.”

Sitting up, I admire his body while he’s splayed out on the bed. He looks so fucking good. His muscles look hard, but they have some give, making him comfortable to sleep on. He made me the little spoon last night. I didn’t know something that simple could make me feel so cherished. I’ve always cuddled the women I was with. I can see why they always asked for cuddles. Being the little spoon is awesome.

He catches me staring and grins. “See something you like?”

I nod. “You.”

“Show me.”

Not needing to be told more, I launch myself at him, straddling his hips as I take his lips in a filthy kiss. Morning breath means nothing to me right now as I snake my tongue into his mouth. I can’t get enough of Yuri. One taste of him will never be enough. If I didn’t have to, I wouldn’t leave his bed, getting my fill of Yuri for as long as I can.

I grind against him, our cocks pressed together. I groan into his mouth, loving how his hard shaft feels against mine. Yuri returns my groan, hands drifting down to cup my ass. I arch my back, wanting to press myself closer to him and get more of this friction.

Pulling his mouth from mine, Yuri asks a question that makes me freeze. “You want to try to take my dick? Want to feel me inside you?”

My body shudders at the thought. Fuck yes, I do. It’s insane how last month, I never thought about a dick in my ass. Now? I’m fucking gagging for it.

Gulping, I nod. “How do I … I mean … do you … what do you have to do?”

He kisses me lightly, then rolls on top of me. “Let me take care of you. I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

I swallow roughly. With the size of his cock, that might be inevitable.

Even still, I believe him. He won’t hurt me on purpose. I think he’s adept in making sure he doesn’t cause undue pain; he’s had years with his massive cock to know how to make it good.

I nod, and Yuri kisses me again before reaching over to his nightstand, pulling out a condom and some lube. He meets my eyes and says, “We’re tested every month at the studio and I never fuck without a condom. If you always want me to wear one with you while I’m working there, I will.”

Smiling, I nod again, appreciating his thoughtfulness. Sure, it’s the bare minimum, but I appreciate it all the same.

Yuri opens the bottle of lube, spreading some on his fingers. “Spread your legs wider for me.” I do what he says, my balls hanging heavy as my cock pastes itself to my left thigh. It jumps when Yuri drags his hand down to my waiting hole.

I tense up, afraid of the pain. Yuri kisses me again, slow and easy. His tongue lazily strokes in my mouth, making my head all fuzzy. Soon, my mind is only focused on what his lips and tongue are doing to mine. So much so that I don’t even think about the pinch I feel when he slides a finger inside me. It’s a foreign feeling, but not unpleasant. Once I tell my mind that I want this, that it’s not intrusive, my body relaxes more and I accept his finger easily. Yuri fucks me with that digit, pressing in and out at a leisurely pace. His finger explores me and he makes sure I’m relaxed for him.

But soon, that’s not enough. I whine, moving my hips to meet his finger.

Yuri chuckles into my mouth, then inserts a second finger. I hiss at the burn, but I don’t stop moving my lips against Yuri’s. His kisses are too fucking good to miss out on and they’re keeping my mind off what his fingers are doing. I can’t believe I have another man’s fingers in my ass. I can’t believe anything is in my ass.

When he curls his fingers and presses something inside of me, I pull my mouth away, yelping in surprise and arousal. “Holy fuck,” I groan, grinding my hips down to feel it again. “More,” I beg, rotating my hips wantonly. He does it again and I cry out, gripping the sheets beside me. “What is that?”

He chuckles, kissing down my neck and along my chest. “Your prostate. Feels good, right?”

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