Page 103 of Man On

The realization hits me like a ton of bricks. I choke and sputter, pulling back on his massive cock. I’ve got two fingers buried in his hot, tight ass, and he’s begging for more.

Yeah. I love the bastard.

“Noah, more.” He moans my name, and I blink up at him through the tears streaming down my face from the assault on my gag reflex, and the overwhelming emotional truck I just got hit with.

Pulling at my hair, he directs me to his mouth. With my fingers slowly moving inside him, I lick against his tongue, tasting the salt of my tears and maybe some of his. My cock rubs against the inside of his thigh as I rock into him with each thrust of my fingers, soaking the inside of my briefs with pre-cum.

“I want you,” he rasps.

“You have me,” I say, licking the pulse point in his neck.

“All of you.”

My eyes pop open, and I pull back to look him in the eyes. His gaze is determined and imploring. My fingers pull out of his ass so I can grip his thigh, wrapping it around me so I can drape my body over his. We writhe together, devouring each other, until we’re both panting.

Suddenly, I can’t be inside him fast enough. Lane directs me to where he has a travel sized tube of lube in his bag, which makes me feel ridiculously self-satisfied that he thought to be prepared for me to play with his ass. I open my mouth to comment, but any thoughts of snark are wiped from my mind at the sight of Lane lying on his stomach, watching me with a mix of arousal and trepidation. His smooth, round, muscular ass is on display for me.

My eyes trail over him, considering how I want to take him the first time. As I crawl on the bed again, Lane pushes himself to his hands and knees. My face drops to his ass, biting into the meat of it before soothing it with my tongue while I push two lubed fingers into him. Lane groans and pushes back on my fingers, his needy ass begging for another.

I finger him open, dripping more lube inside, until Lane threatens to hold me down and take what he wants. Chuckling, I flip him over on his back.

“I want to see you,” I reply to his confused expression, dipping to nip and kiss his lips.

Settling myself between his legs, I take my cock in my hand, spreading more lube over it before teasing the head back and forth over his hole.

“I want to watch your face when I take you, Lane,” I say, pressing against him, not yet breaching his entrance. “I want to watch you become truly mine.”

He gasps, and I push forward. As stretched as I can get him on my fingers, I’m still pretty thick around, and his ass tenses at the intrusion.

“Relax, baby. Let me in.”

Lane sucks in a deep breath, and I feel him loosen as he does what I told him. The head of my cock pushes in, breaching the tight ring of muscle. I hiss at the overwhelming tightness that grips my cock. Once I’m past that first barrier, I pause and lean in to kiss him.

I’m panting as hard as Lane is, from the effort it’s taking to remain still. Every muscle in my body wants to drive forward and plant myself deep inside him. Instead, I hold myself where I am, letting him get used to the intrusion while I keep kissing him, until Lane moves and encourages me to push in deeper. I pull almost all the way out, and then push back in, pressing through another barrier. He feels too good, and the effort to control myself has me shaking, giving him a little bit more with each slow thrust, until I’m a little more than halfway in.

“Are you okay?” I rasp, pressing my face into Lane’s neck.

“Are you?” he says, laughing softly. “You look uncomfortable.”

I’m sweating profusely, and I can only imagine my expression is as pained as the effort to keep still. “My cock is buried halfway inside the most magical place it’s ever been. I’m just trying to keep my shit together,” I laugh, trembling.

“Just halfway?” He sounds concerned.

Oh God, it’s hurting him. I start to pull out, but Lane grabs my ass, encouraging me to sink lower. He wraps his legs around me, and I hold my breath, slowly sliding all the way inside his perfect tight heat. My body is flush with his, my cock buried to the hilt inside him. I groan and press my forehead to his, sharing breaths as I process what is surely a dream.

Holy shit. I’m inside him. I’m inside Lane.

“Oh my God, you’re inside me,” Lane says breathily, echoing my frantic thoughts. “I’m so… full.”

So am I. I’m full to the brim with some kind of emotion that I can’t name. It aches with every frenzied beat of my heart, making my blood feel hot, and sending burning shivers of pleasure up and down my spine.

“You’re truly mine now,” I tell him before taking his mouth. Kissing him passionately with each roll of my hips, I murmur against his lips how perfect he is, how good he feels, how he’s always going to be mine.

Hooking one of my arms beneath one of his thighs, I pull him closer to me, needing to reach as far inside him as I can.

“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” He pants and chants when I thrust into him from a new angle. Encouraged by the sounds he’s making, I pull my hips back and snap them forward. Lane cries out, and I do it again, setting a steady rhythm.

Pressure builds in my balls, and sweat is pouring off my body in rivulets. I can’t last much longer, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting go until he does. Gripping his ass in one hand, fingertips digging into his flesh, I wrap my other hand around his big cock, spreading the stream of pre-cum down the shaft and stroking him in time with my thrusts.

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