Page 37 of Coaching Prince Charming

Nate’s kisses grew more passionate and ferocious as he probed me with his middle finger. “You’re so warm and wet,” he whispered, dragging his lips from my mouth to my ear. He kissed and licked and bit me everywhere he wanted, and I moaned louder as his finger worked its magic. My arms wrapped around his upper torso, and our chests pressed together.

“I want you,” I begged. “I want your dick.”

He said nothing, but he pulled his finger out. When he straightened his torso to tower over me, he wore a smug smile and watched the mess that I was. My face was hot, my small dick was standing upright with precum dragging down its short length, and my panting was bordering hyperventilation.

“Stay like that, gorgeous,” he purred as he got off the bed. From his pocket, he tossed a condom and a small packet of lube, then undressed completely.

My heart stumbled when I saw his big dick swinging with every move he made. I wanted it so deep inside me. I wanted it all.

Nate slipped the condom on as soon as he knelt back on the bed and poured the entirety of the small pack of lube onto his fingers. When he was slick, he brought the rest between my legs as if I needed more.

I didn’t object, but I shook with impatience.

He lowered himself over me, my legs around his waist and his right arm sliding under my head. As he looked into my eyes, his dick touched my hole, making it close up by instinct.

I relaxed all of my body, my lips parting to let me breathe when my nose wasn’t enough. Our gazes locked onto one another. I nodded, and Nate applied pressure. The first sensation was always pain, searing, tearing pain, but it never lasted longer than a few seconds, and when it passed, even its memory faded.

He inserted himself into me, and my heart upped its pace. I threw my arms around his upper back and smashed my mouth against his, moaning into him as he entered me. No more pain existed. The heated stretching sensation was all pleasure now, although my body wasn’t letting him get nearly as deep as I wanted him just yet.

When he nestled himself inside of me, his hips swung back and forth, and I knew he was testing my body’s limits. But I also knew I could pleasure him in every way he could imagine. Each careful thrust of his hips made him enter me deeper by a fraction of an inch. And each time I made a sound, he asked me if I was feeling good, if I wanted him to stop, if it hurt.

Instants of pain followed when he impaled me deeper, but none mattered because I loved this in its entirety.

At once, Nate pulled his torso up, sliding deeper into me when my body allowed it. His hard abs lifted off my dick, and he pressed his fists into the mattress around my head. I held onto his biceps, moving my hips to match his pace, bringing our bodies closer together and making our souls merge into one.

He whispered how beautiful I was and used his right hand to move the unruly locks of my hair away from my brow, wiping off the sweat that was gathering on my forehead.

My senses heightened, but they excluded everything other than us. I no longer heard the murmurs of the wind outside the window and smelled the rosy scents of the candles around us. I only knew his touch and the sweet scents of our sex. I only heard the grunts and moans and wetness between us. I only saw his brown eyes and the desire that burned in him brighter than anyone other than me could know.

My hands traveled down his arms, and he twined his fingers with mine. As he lifted my arms above my head, his pace quickened, and he rammed into me harder, urged by my panting and pleas for more.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Fuck me, please. Fuck me just like that.”

Even our breaths synchronized. His dick filled me and rubbed perfectly against my prostate, making precum leak from me in crazy amounts. I could feel the wetness as it cooled on my abdomen.

Nate released my arms and knelt straight up, pulling me on himself by my hips and grinding me up and down his crotch and abdomen. The angle was perfect to make me lose my mind. He took me to hell and back, and I discovered that the eternal flames weren’t as hot as the passion we had for one another.

He fucked me harder, ravaging me and making me moan like I was getting paid for it. And when he put one big hand around my small dick, I was ready to blow. “Play with me,” I grunted. “Play with my little cock.”

The words made him moan as he obeyed my command. “It’s so pretty,” he said, the word itself implying its small size. In phrasing it so, he touched something so deep in my heart that made me lose all control. And then, as if he knew of this hidden desire, he said, “Such a cute little dick, baby.”

His words were barely over his lips when I throbbed hard, and my cum squirted onto my chest, the second wave flowing over his fingers as he gripped me harder.

Nate’s hips moved faster, and he choked as he jerked me off.

My eyes rolled back, and my toes curled so hard that a cramp threatened my foot. I couldn’t make a sound. All my muscles were tensing; my hole clenched hard around his dick.

He cried out, pulling his dick out of me and slipping the condom off in one incredible move. As he stroked himself twice, cum sprayed me and the bed around me, Nate’s muscled body glowing with sweat and candlelight.

He collapsed next to me, pressing his lips against mine as we both panted for air and swam through the bottomless ocean of lust, driven by the hormones injected into our bloodstreams, fogging our minds.

I clutched him and held him close, shaking and trying to say how incredible that was. His attempts at speaking had the same result, and we abandoned the unintelligible gibberish in favor of kissing.

How could anything be this perfect?

And how could life ever get any better than this?

I didn’t bother looking for answers. I didn’t need them. Simply being in this moment, in this room, with this man, was enough. I would truly have to be a greedy, insatiable monster to wish for more.

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