Page 7 of The Try Line

With every punishing stroke of his cock inside me, I moan and cry and wail as another intense wave of pleasure pulls me under.

"Fuck!" Jason yells as his body tenses, and I gasp at the heat filling me as he empties inside me.

His thrusts become gentle rolls of his hips, and he rides out the last vestiges of his climax. When he moves to pull out of me, I holdhim against me, not ready to let him go yet. My heart is beating rapidly.

"Stay. Please. Just for another minute," I plea, almost timidly. I don't want to admit to the strength of the feelings overtaking me as I come down from the most intense experience I've ever had in my life.

"Are you okay?"

I laugh. "So good. You?"

His chest rumbles, and he struggles to hold himself up on trembling arms through his laughter. He looks down at me, amused but sober. "Perfect," he says.

I finally let him pull his softening cock out of me, and he settles behind me, pulling me against his chest. His hands touch me everywhere, unknowingly soothing the rush of emotion and anxiety that overtakes me. It's like watching a horror film, knowing a jump scare is just around the corner. I don't know where these feelings are coming from or why I'm waiting for something bad to happen.

I'm thoroughly distracted when Jason's fingers caress down my ass and through the mess seeping out of me.

Am I supposed to like that this much? The knowledge that his cum is leaking out of my ass is…Fuuuuck, why is that so hot?Especially when Jason swipes through it and then pushes two fingers inside me, like he's pushing it back in.

“You’re mine now, you realize that, right? This means you’re mine.”

That does something to me. My cock twitches, but the rest of me is too exhausted to move. “I already was,” I murmur breathlessly.

Eventually I doze off, waking when the bed dips and a warm, wet cloth touches my skin. I'd be disappointed that he's cleaning me up if it didn't fill my chest with even more emotion. When he's done, he presses a gentle kiss to my asshole, which makes me huff alaugh.

"Fucking weirdo."

"Dude. Get used to it. Your ass is my new obsession.”

He settles behind me in bed, pulling a blanket over us, and I turn around to face him.

"So I was… okay?" It felt pretty fucking incredible to me, but it was my first time. For all I know, I could have been lame.

"You were perfect. Even better than I imagined."

I give him a saucy smirk that he somehow sees in the pale moonlight that filters through the blinds.

"Don't get cocky."

"Too late."

He huffs a laugh and pulls me closer, entwining our legs.

"It feels big, huh?" he snarks, but there's a sincerity in his voice that tells me he knows what I really meant.

I don't even bother to joke. "Really big."

Jason doesn't laugh, just pulls me in for a long kiss. "Feels big to me, too," he murmurs before tucking his face into my neck and inhaling deeply.

When his breaths even out and my eyes are too heavy to remain open any longer, I let the words tumble from my lips in a hoarse whisper.

"I love you."

I thought he was asleep, but he kisses my neck tenderly. His voice is gravelly and choked with what sounds like emotion but could be sleep.

“I love you too. I always have.”

Nodding, I sink into the bed, tangled around him like I plan to be for the rest of our lives.

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