Page 20 of Fluffing the Stallion

“Fuck yes,” I breathe out. “God, yes.”

I toss my head back, enjoying what Yuri is doing with is fingers and lips. He kisses all over my chest—which is bare since I got rid of my shirt before falling asleep last night. I tangle my hands in his hair, loving how the silky strands feel against my sensitive skin. His tongue and lips feel extra hot as they glide across my body; I’m hyper aware of how everything feels.

That includes how warm Yuri’s mouth feels when he engulfs my cock. I moan, my hand tightening in his hair. The sensation of Yuri finger fucking me and trying to swallow my dick whole is almost too much. If he keeps this up, I’ll come before we even get to the fucking.

Yuri sucks me slow, not enough to get me off, but enough to get me close, teetering on the edge. I feel the burn of another finger entering me, but I’m too far gone to care. I hiss at the contact, but it’s immediately overshadowed by Yuri’s oral skills. I mean, fuck this man can suck a dick.

My head tosses side to side as I try to absorb all that I’m feeling. It’s way too much, but not enough at the same time. I want Yuri to stop, but I also want more. I’m so confused that I can’t string a coherent thought together unless it’s focused on the pleasure I’m feeling. My wet cock is engulfed by slick heat and my ass is full to the brim with Yuri’s probing fingers. How am I supposed to concentrate on one thing when he’s doing so much?

All too soon, Yuri pulls his mouth from my cock, but keeps his fingers inside me. He spreads them apart, stretching my hole to near painful proportions. His fingers are already pretty large—how he’s spreading me apart makes them seem even larger and I almost can’t take it. Then I remember the size of him and figure it’s probably for the best.

Yuri confirms my thoughts by explaining, “You need to be ready for my dick, Clay. I can’t take all the pain away, but I can minimize it. Do you trust me to take care of you?”

“Yes,” I answer breathily.

“Good.” Yuri removes his fingers, then reaches for the condom, sliding it on. His dick is an angry shade of red, the head of his cock almost purple. My mouth waters as I stare at it. I know what it’s like to have it in my hands and my mouth. Now my ass gets that honor.

After he drizzles lube on his condom covered cock, he slides closer to me, positioning his dick at my entrance. I stare down at when his cock is touching my body and feel heat bloom over my skin. God, I bet it looks so good against my puckered hole. Like he was always meant to take me like this.

“Wrap your legs around me.” I do what he says, locking my ankles just over his plump ass. The feel of his glutes under my heels has me wishing it were possible for him to fuck me while I stared at his ass. Maybe we can make our own movie one day. I’d love to see his hairy ass pounding my hole.

“I’m nervous,” I tell him honestly, licking my lips. “I want to make you feel good. I don’t know what I’m doing and all your costars can make you feel good. I want to?—”

Yuri smiles and shushes me, a tender finger on my lips. “What I do for work is just that—work. It’s not real. There’s no heat, no passion. It’s all fabricated for the audience. This with you? It’ll be all of that and more. It’ll be better than all the scenes I’ve ever done at work because it’s you and it’s real. I’m not worried.”

Okay, what the fuck? How can he make me feel like my chest is going to explode from his words alone? I feel so cherished and cared for right now that I can’t even explain it. It’s my first time and he’s making it the best experience I’ve ever had. If I didn’t know it before, I know now—Yuri is my forever.

Blowing out a deep breath, I nod and smile shakily at him. “Okay. I’m ready.”

“Bear down when I start to slide in. It’ll make it easier.”

I agree and relax my body as much as possible. In the entire time we were talking and my nerves were going haywire, my cock didn’t flag at all. It’s still hard, leaking precum on my thigh. The feel of Yuri’s dick against my hole felt too good for my dick to go soft on me.

With no more words, Yuri starts to ease his dick into my virgin hole. Even though it burns like a bitch, I bear down like he tells me. It’s like how his finger felt going inside for the first time times a thousand. I feel so full that I don’t think any more of his cock can fit. What the fuck did I get myself into?

Taking his time, Yuri slides in inch after inch, watching me with concern the whole time. When his hips meet mine, we both blow out harsh breaths. God, it’s so much. I knew Yuri was big, but he feels massive now.

He holds still, allowing me to adjust to him and I’m thankful. My body protests, wanting him out, but also wanting more. The mixed signals boggle my mind, so I just focus on Yuri’s eyes as he stares down at me. My body starts to relax and his hard shaft inside me feels pretty fucking good.

After about a minute, I feel like I’m okay and he can move. I meet his eyes and nod.

Yuri pulls out slowly, then eases back in. I groan at the feel of him. Fuck yes. This is it. This is what I envisioned when I thought about how Yuri would feel inside me. It’s like his dick is hitting all the nerve endings in my channel, setting off sparks that travel to my balls. That one simple thrust has me climbing the walls. I’m a fucking bottom that can rival all bottoms. We haven’t even finished the first round and I’m already itching to bend over and take his cock again and again.

Yuri doesn’t hurry his thrusts, keeping them even and deep. I squeeze my legs tighter around him, wanting to keep him inside me forever.

Reaching down, Yuri grasps one of my legs and brings it to his shoulder. It changes the angle of his thrusts, causing him to sink deeper into me. I moan, grabbing at his arms and digging my nails into them. Fuck, he feels phenomenal.

“Clay, fuck. You feel amazing. Like a fucking dream.” Yuri swivels his hips and I cry out as he hits my prostate head on, over and over. “So responsive. Listen to how you’re moaning for me. Loving my dick.” He grinds his hips against me and I scream out, squeezing his arms harder as my hole tightens around him. Yuri grunts, closing his eyes as if in pain. “So fucking good. I could live inside you.”

Mustering up my words, I tell him, “I want you to. I always want you in me.”

Yuri grips the leg that’s over his shoulder hard, biting his lip as he stares down at me. Then his hand encircles my cock, jerking it in time to his thrusts. My moans become more high-pitched as he rocks my fucking world. “God, you sound so fucking sweet, moaning for me. Tell me how I make you feel, baby.”

“So … fucking … I’m coming …” I moan just before my cock starts kicking and I come all over his hand. My orgasm shoots out of me, ropes of cum landing on our abs.

“Holy shit, Clay. Oh fuck. I’m there, baby.” I barely hear him, still focused on the aftershocks of the best orgasm of my life. Yuri’s cock swells within me, then I feel it twitching as he releases into the condom.

His body shudders over me and I watch him in awe—once my brain kicks back online, that is. Yuri doesn’t come like this in his scenes. He doesn’t roar his release and pump furiously into his costars when he’s close. This is what he meant when he said this was real between us.

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