Page 70 of Deck the Fire Halls

You need it both slow and deep, and fast and hard, for as long as he can give it.

“I really do,” I mumbled.

“You really what?” Soren asked.

Shit. I’d just said that out loud. “I really need you,” I said. “And while I’d normally be down for long bouts of foreplay and games, taking our time and drawing it out, I think this time needs to be—”Slow and deep, fast and hard?“No games.”

Soren went to his bedside, tore into a new box of condoms, and threw a foil packet and a bottle of lube onto the bed beside me.

Anticipation burned deep, my cock twitching.

“No games, huh?” he asked, smiling salaciously as he finally peeled off his briefs. His cock sprang free, full and rock-hard. Easily seven and a half inches, and thick. So thick, and absolutely fucking glorious.

I needed it in me so bad my hips flexed instinctively. I stroked myself, precome beading at the tip.

Soren knelt on the bed and collected the condom. “You getting desperate, huh?”

“I’ve needed it since the second I laid eyes on you,” I admitted. Not caring one bit about my pride or shame.

“And I wanted to do our first time right,” he said. “Take my time, take you to heights you’ve never been.”

Oh, damn.

My cock throbbed and I groaned. Of course he saw, and he smiled. He was kneeling on the bed, his rigid cockjutting out. He still hadn’t put the condom on, and he still wasn’t inside me.

I snatched up the lube and smearing two of my fingers, I raised my knee and slipped my fingers over my taint, smearing the lube.

“What are you doing?” Soren asked.

I thought it was pretty obvious. “You weren’t being fast enough.” I pushed my fingertip inside my ass and began to work it in deeper.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” he said. Then, he took my leg and my hip and somehow flipped me over. I let out a surprised grunt, but then he was between my thighs and pressing against me. He leaned down and whispered gruffly into my ear, “That’s my job. I will look after you. I will make sure you’re ready.”

Before I could get my brain into gear, before I could form any words, he gripped my hips and dragged me closer until my thighs were over his; my cock free to stroke, my ass open.

Now, I’d never been particularly passive in bed, but he was one hundred percent in control of me, and it was so fucking hot.

I heard the rip of foil and felt the brush of his hands and his cock as he rolled the condom on.

Oh hell yes.

Here we go.

Then the feel of lube pouring down my crack, his thumb smearing and circling before slipping into me, working me, stretching me. Then his thumb was gone, replaced by two fingers, and I was stroking myself, rocking back on hishand.

“I need more,” I pleaded. “I need your cock. Bury it in me, please.” I was begging and didn’t even care. Shameless, desperate. “Now, Soren.”

He chuckled, a low throaty sound, as he fixed my hips to how he wanted them, pressed my shoulders down, and drove me forward. He pinned me with his weight, his cock at my hole, and he slowly, oh so slowly pushed into me.

I regretted my urgency. For those first few seconds of the breach, until the pop of relief as his cockhead slid in. I breathed through it, the sting soon subsiding as he moved, and I relaxed into the gentle push and pull of his hips.

He trembled above me with restraint, his lips at my shoulder. “Oh fuck,” he said, his voice strained. “You feel so good.” Then he slid one arm underneath my shoulder, across my chest, and his other hand raked through my hair, pulling on the strands as he pushed all the way in.

“Oh god,” I squeaked, as he hit the wall inside me.

“Hmm,” he moaned, his forehead pressed to the back of my head, to my neck. His lips, teeth and tongue sending shivers through me, his hot breath, his grunts and moans as he began to thrust.

Heaven.

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