Page 46 of Breaking You Open

“Are you hurting?”

“Um, no, it’s just … a lot.”

“Yeah,” I mumble, having to uphold all my self-control not to pummel in deeper, just sticking to shallow, gentle thrusts as I feel him relax in my arms. “My cock is a lot for you to take, isn’t it?”

“Mm-hmm.” He nods helplessly, gasping with every movement of my hips. “A lot.”

“It’ll fit,” I grunt, daring a deeper thrust. “It’s mine, and I know you want it.”

“Oh god,” Sparrow moans, his cock twitching between our bodies as I sink further inside, his hole clutching me so tight I feel dizzy.

“There you go. Open up for me, boy.”

“I’m-I’m trying …”

“You’re already doing it. Look.”

Clutching his backside, I angle his hips even higher. He cranes his neck and gazes between his legs, seeing my glistening cock buried halfway between his cheeks.

His eyes widen. “Oh. Oh fuck…”

“What did I say?” I grunt, pushing deeper still. “About language?”

“Fuck me. Fuck me, Louis.”

Shit. That desperate tilt of his words erases all my self-control, and I can’t help but slide into him all the way, my full length now buried inside him. “See?” I lean over to kiss his forehead. “See how well you’re taking me?”

“Oh, Louis…” He wriggles underneath me, totally impaled on my cock, my weight holding him down. “More. Faster. I want you, want you to—ah!” He cries out as I pull back and plunge back inside. “Oh…oh god.”

“Like that?” I mumble, kissing his open mouth.

“Yes,” he hisses, hands coming up to clutch my shoulders. “Just like that. Feels so good.”

Fuck. This can’t be real life.

“You’re my boy,” I tell him, kissing his sweet mouth and pummeling his soft, tight insides.

“I’m your boy,” he agrees.

“This hole is mine,” I growl, fucking him through his whines and hitching breaths.

“M-My hole is yours.”

Fuck, he feels incredible. Eating his ass was amazing, but this is a whole different thing. He opens up to me so beautifully, so responsive to my every touch. I look down between our bodies, watching my cock move in and out of him, his ass suspended in the air by my hands holding him open. Mesmerized, I watch the place where our bodies connect, where his greedy hole stretches wide to accommodate me.

“Oh…oh…,” Sparrow moans as he follows my gaze.

“Yeah, look. Look how well you’re taking me. Look how good you are, letting me so deep inside of you. Tell me how I make you feel.”

“You m-make me feel so good. So full of you, so stretched…” His head thrashes from side to side, jaw slack with pleasure. “I’m-I’m gonna come,” he says suddenly, and his cock twitches between us, precum pooling onto his stomach.

“Yeah, you are,” I grunt. I start fucking him harder, our sweaty bodies slapping together, the bed creaking with our movements.

Sparrow brings his hand around his straining cock, and he barely has to touch it before he cries out and erupts all over his torso. I snap my hips into him, riding him through his orgasm and the contractions of his inner muscles until I convulse and shoot deep into his guts.

Oh fuck. A drop of sweat falls from my forehead straight into Sparrow’s mouth, and as he catches it on his tongue, he moans and looks up at me, looking utterly wrecked: eyes half-lidded, jaw slack, eyebrows tilted in bliss.

I let his legs down and cover the length of his body with mine, stroking his sweaty hair out of his eyes.

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