Page 83 of Good Pucking Luck

“Fuck yes,” he says as I continue to stretch his hole, getting him ready for me. “I’m dying for your cock, baby. Want you to fuck me. Want to feel you come inside me.”

“I’m pretty sure those are the sexiest sentences in existence.” I pull my fingers out of him, look down at this beautiful, sweet man who is totally like a twelve out of ten, even if that makes no sense.

And he’s mine. All mine.

“You gonna fuck me now?”

“Yes. Apologizing ahead of time if I don’t last long.”

He chuckles, then pulls me down for a quick kiss. “It’ll be great, and if it’s not, there’s always next time.”

I gasp. “I can’t believe you saidif it’s not.What the hell, Ry. You just jinxed me.”

He offers his rich, happy laugh. “I thought you didn’t believe in those things.”

“Not about hockey, but when it comes to me fucking you, I do.”

Rylan sobers. “You’re the best I’ve ever had.”

“I haven’t done anything yet.”

He shrugs. “I already know.”

And welp, that’s it. I’m totally dead. I melt into a puddle right there in bed with him. “God, I love you.”

I pump lube into my hand, too eager for what’s to come to even mention his incredible muscle strength because of how he’s still holding one leg in the air like it’s nothing.

“I love you too,” he replies, wiping away any residual nerves I felt.

Still leaning over him, I hold the base of my cock and watch myself slowly push inside him. “Oh God,” sneaks out as the hot, tight grip of his body begins to envelop me. I’ve used a Fleshlight before, and it was nothing like this, like the feel of Rylan’s body squeezing me, accepting me. “Holy shit.” His body is throbbing from the inside. As much as I love to be fucked by him, I definitely think I’ll be partaking in this more often too.

“That’s it. Take what’s yours. Give me that dick. Been dying for it.”

His words go straight to my balls, making my dick twitch inside him. “Oh my God. You can’t talk like that right now. I almost just ended this.”

When he laughs, it’s even worse.

“Stop. Jesus. Okay, let me focus.” In the back of my mind, I wonder if I should be embarrassed about my behavior, the things I’m saying, but this is Rylan, and I don’t ever have to feel uncomfortable with him.

I look down at him, at his mischievous smirk, at the way he can’t keep his eyes off me, urging me on without saying a word until I’m buried to the hilt and… “Gonna die. I must fuck you now.”

“I’d appreciate that,” he says playfully, but I can’t concentrate on the words right now. I pull back and snap my hips forward again, see his eyes roll back in this way that turns me on more.

I do it again, over and over and over, fucking into Rylan’s tight, needy body. He spits in his hand and strokes himself, jerking off while giving me his body, never taking his gaze from mine.

“This is so good…I can’t believe…how do you ever stop doing this?” I ramble as I keep thrusting.

“Hearing you lose it like this is so fucking hot.”

I say a silent thank-you for his Nerdy Hayes kink.

“There you go. Right there. Harder. Keep hitting that spot.”

My vision blurs. I want him to enjoy this more than anything. I do my best to keep hitting that spot, taking him hard, pumping my hips into him and nearly dying every time my cock is buried deep.

“Ry…you don’t even know. I need you to come. Please come. I can’t…”

And something about what I’m saying seems to do it for him, or maybe I’m just a really good top and don’t know it, but his ass tightens, his body arching up, cock jerking as he pulses his release onto his stomach.

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