Page 77 of Beautifully Devoted

With one hand on Cam’s hip and the other on the base of my dick, I push forward, wedging my tip into a hole that, while stretched a bit, still looks smaller than my width. And when I try to get past that first ring of muscle, the pressure bearing down on me is so intense I start blubbering.

“Jesus, fuck, Cam. God, fuck me,” I gasp as I inch forward. “I don’t even think my own fist is this tight.”

I hold my breath in case filling my lungs with air will somehow make my dick bigger and the fit even tighter.

“Breathe, Kitcat,” Cam grunts underneath me. “And move.”

“I just… Gimme a sec.” I press forward another inch and tentatively circle my hips as if that will give me more room to move. But since the fit is so snug, there isn’t any part of my cock that doesn’t light up from the friction of that little swivel. And as for the toy in my ass? Double whammy.

My entire body seizes up, fissures of ecstasy pinging along my length and deep inside my hole. The onslaught of ecstasy has me this close to blowing my load, and I flex my fingers on Cam’s hip, warning him to hold still while I fight it off.

“Wanna lose the toy?” Cam reads me like he’s living inside my head, but instead of conceding that I may have been greedy with the whole getting fucked while fucking thing, I rise to the challenge.

“Hell, no.” I grit my teeth and push deeper, the slippery gel on my dick making it so I can get all the way in without any resistance. Then I need another breather, and it’s when I’m tamping down yet another wave of euphoria that it hits me... Despite having been inside countless women, this is the first time I feel truly joined to another person. Like I’m part of them.

I sort of felt it the first time I took Cam inside me, which was novel both because it was Cam, and it was the first time anyone had been inside me. But in that instance, I’d given him control, and something about that muted the feeling of being bound. Like I was along for the ride instead of being responsible for the connection.

Being inside him, though… It magnifies everything. Not just physically, although it sure as shit feels incredible, but this encounter didn’t start because we were horny. It started because we needed to feel the bond we share. And it’s because of that bond, I can fully appreciate what it means to have part of you inside someone else. To be joined to someone else.

I don’t get to revel in my epiphany for long though, since Cam’s fidgeting makes it clear that I need to take over or risk him taking matters into his own hands.

Still mindful of the fact I didn’t prep him, I withdraw slowly, nearly all the way out, and push with equal care. The friction from the vice-grip of his hole clenching around my length is so divine my thighs threaten to give out, and my own ass quivers as it inadvertently squeezes the toy when I rock forward.

Between the unholy pleasure that engulfs me and Cam’s needy more when I bottom out, rational thought exits my brain and is replaced with one singular mantra: I need to fuck.

Bracing both hands on Cam’s hips, I pull back and slam into him with enough force that he nearly faceplants into the mattress. I let out a strangled cry as I feel the dildo hit my prostate while I peg his, causing Cam’s channel compresses around me. He stretches one arm to the wall for extra support, muttering again, and I rear back for another thrust.

This one is just as brutal as the first, but since we’re both expecting it we recover faster, and I fall into a punishing rhythm. One I vaguely register will test the endurance of my abs and glutes in record time. But my dick is blissfully unaware of the effort that goes into making it happy, concerned only with the fact that the slippery hole it’s pounding into feels like nirvana. And since my prostate gets electrified each time I plunge inside Cam, it too is unconcerned with the rigor required to own my boyfriend’s ass.

Speaking of my boyfriend, he’s mewling incoherently as I hold my relentless pace, a sheen of sweat pooling on his back that has some primal part of me finding another gear.

The lewd smack of skin-on-skin echoes around us as we come together, almost like with enough force we could merge ourselves into one body instead of two. It’s the physical outlet I needed after my fucked-up morning, but it feels emotional too, like going at it this hard will take us to a higher plane of existence.

Or fry my brain cells, seeing as it’s trying to romanticize a vigorous fuck.

All kidding aside, my body does feel like it’s vibrating on a higher frequency. Like it’s building toward a release that will be otherworldly. And since I want Cam to feel the same thing I do, I reach around with my right hand and grab hold of his dick.

My thrusts are jarring him so much I don’t even have to move my arm, I just hold him in my fist and let my hips do the work. A guttural moan rumbles up his throat, followed by a series of breathless grunts that match the pace of my pistoning hips.

“Oh, fuck yes. Yes. Jagger,” he groans.

Our sex sounds rival that of the filthiest porno, with grunts, smacks, and cries reverberating around the room in a lusty soundtrack that has my balls drawing up tight. That errant little thought makes me wonder if I can hold Cam’s in the same hand as mine.

I give it a shot, and when I’m able to get said hand around both our nuts for a little rub, we blow. Together.

Cam’s dick pulses in my hand as I plunge deep and hold still, toes curling painfully as my cum fills his ass. Vision going black, my cramp moves from my toes to my calves to my thighs, and I slump over Cam, letting his body support my weight. Only it can’t. He collapses to the bed with me on top of him, right hand still wrapped around his cock while mine is buried in his ass.

I’m vaguely aware of feeling damp everywhere, a mixture of cum and sweat covering my hand, my chest, my dick. But I don’t have the energy to care. My limbs are so numb I can do little more than breathe.

I’m in heaven.

My heavy eyelids are halfway shut when I feel my softening cock slip out of Cam’s hole, and I muster the strength to slide off him as I pull the toy from my ass.

Cam has just enough energy to turn his head to the side to look at me, a dopey, sated look on his face, and I feel a proud grin creeping over mine.

“Why do you look so smug?” His words are slurred with exhaustion.

“Cause I owned your ass.”

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