Page 51 of Good Pucking Luck

His prick is buried in my throat when he stretches my ass with three fingers. The burn is there, the fullness, and all I can think ismoreandnot enoughandso this is what good sex feels like.

Every time Rylan’s fingers brush against my prostate, it feels like a pulse of electricity shoots through me, ricochets off all my insides, creating a storm of pleasure.

I keep sucking him, love how he opens me up, his fingers on my prostate until my dick is throbbing and my balls are tightening and I can barely hold myself back.

“Stop. You have to stop. Holy shit. You’re gonna make me come, and I don’t want to finish until you’re inside me.”

“Christ, I need that too.” Rylan slides me off him. “On your back.” And I simply do what he says. Not in the way I used to feel with Malcolm, where I just wanted to keep him happy, but because I want the same thing Rylan wants, at least right now.

My head sinks into the pillows while he rips open a condom wrapper and rolls the rubber down his erection, then lubes himself up.

“Eventually, if you feel comfortable, we can do this without a condom. I’m checked regularly, negative, and I’m on PrEP. Since we’re exclusive for the next few months, it would make sense, but I understand if that’s not something you’re comfortable with.”

Malcolm and I had never gone without a condom, and I’ve been checked twice since we broke up, but I must admit, fear scratches at the back of my neck. Just because Rylan says we’re exclusive doesn’t mean we really are. Malcolm had made those promises to me too. Deep down, I trust Rylan, maybe more thanI should. I don’t believe he’s like Malcolm, but it’s not easy to just let myself forget the past.

“Hey, no obligation,” he says. “I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”

“It’s fine. I just…maybe? That feels like something that’s for boyfriends.”

“You’re right.” He gives me a small smile. “Now sit back and let me fuck your brains out.”

My dick twitches against my stomach. Rylan sees and chuckles. “Shut up,” I tell him, surprised at the light, happy feeling bouncing around inside me.

“Here, this will help.” He pushes a pillow beneath my hips. “I want to see in your eyes the first time. Want you to know it’s me fucking you.”

“How could I not know?” I ask, shivering at his statement. It feels…hell, I don’t even know the word for how it feels.

I spread my legs wide for him. He lubes up my hole, and then, on his knees, pushes up closer between them. He looks down, holding the base of his cock and pressing it against my rim.

“Stroke yourself, but keep your eyes on me. I’m gonna watch that pretty hole of yours open up for me.”

I do as he says, working my erection while Rylan slowly pushes forward. He’s big, and it’s a lot different from taking his fingers. There’s pressure, the stretch, and burning.

He stops. “Shh. It’s good. We’re going slow. You’re so good for me. Best I ever had, and I’m not even inside you yet. I’m only about two inches in so far. Let me know when I can keep going.”

“Do it,” I say, spurred on by his words. “Just go slow.”

Sweat beads on my brow. He leans forward and presses a kiss to my lips, and…holy shit. I can’t believe I’m here. That I’m lying beneath Rylan Pierce as he pushes his cock into me. That we’re having sex, and he wants to be my friend, and we talk to eachother. My head starts to spin, but then he’s stroking my cock and leaning down, kissing my chest, my throat, my neck, and it quiets the overwhelming thoughts. My body opens up for him more, takes him in, Rylan still going so damn slow so he doesn’t hurt me.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight. You feel so goddamned good.”

My toes curl, and suddenly I just need it all and need it now. My body is jittery with the desire to feel Rylan let loose on me. “Fuck me. Fuck me with your big, thick cock!” Holy shit. Did those words just come out of my mouth? I’ve never said something like that in my life, but it seems to unlock something in Rylan.

He curses, then snaps his hips forward. I cry out with the delicious feeling of being full of him. He pulls back and pumps into me again, over and over and over, making the bed hit the wall. Long, powerful, deep thrusts that are already making me splinter apart.

I love the feel of his hard body on top of mine, love his sweat-slick skin and quick breaths, seeing his muscles tighten and feeling his gaze so firmly on me.

My dick aches. Each time his cock brushes my prostate, I swear it feels like he’s shooting me to the moon.

Our bodies slap together. Rylan bends forward and takes my mouth, his tongue pushing between my lips the same way his dick is penetrating my body.

“Oh God. Yes. So good. So fucking good,” I say when his mouth travels down my neck and…is he licking the sweat off my skin? Why is that so fucking hot?

“You’re so good for me. Feel so damn perfect around my cock. Like your hole was made to take my dick.”

Um…okay, so I know this is just sex talk, but why does it suddenly feel like my hole was made for his dick?

“Jerk yourself off. I need you to come for me. I want to watch you shoot your load all over that pretty stomach of yours before I fill your ass.”

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