Page 32 of Possession

My cock throbs and pulses against his as he rocks. What is it about this rhythm? I love it, and for a while I just enjoy it, but there’s something I want.

I’m hesitant to ask, however, because I don’t know how he’ll react. I think he likes when I touch him, but I think it’s a little difficult for him too. I start slow, testing things out by putting my hands on his sides.

Not much light reaches this corner, but my eyes are well adjusted, so I can see that his jaw is relaxed, that he’s accepting the touch.

I let my hands drift down to his hips then around to his ass. That makes him pause. But though he goes still, he doesn’t growl at me. He’s not upset; he’s just surprised. Though there’s no movement, his cock and mine continue to throb against each other as I explore the firm contours of his ass.

God, I love his body. The power of it. The maleness.

“I want to touch you,” I whisper in the small, dark space we’re sharing between our bodies.

His breath hitches. He knows what I mean. I want to touch his cock.

My heart pounds as the seconds pass. I don’t usually ask for things, but I resist the urge to retract my statement. I really do want to touch him. If he’ll let me, I’m going to.

As his hips lift from mine, disappointment crashes through me. He’s pulling away.

But, no, he’s not. He’s making space. He’s saying yes. He holds himself off me, waiting until I realize that and slide my hand from his ass around to his cock.

“Oh my god,” I murmur, fresh arousal spilling through me as I finally touch his cock. He’s slick with the precum we’ve both leaked, and I fucking love the way my hand glides up and down the hard, hot length of him. He groans and drops his face against my neck.

Oh, I like that.

My other hand lifts to his head and neck, resting there while he moans against me as I stroke his cock. It’s shocking to think how much pleasure this part of him has given me, how it’s changed everything I know about myself.

I reach down to find the heavy weight of his balls. They’re full and firm. His teeth rake gently against my shoulder as I tug and massage him. I lose myself in it, loving that it feels good to him.

I go back to stroking his shaft, enjoying the hard length of it then marveling at the broad, flared tip. He starts pushing down on me, thrusting into my grip. It has the back of my hand rubbing my own cock.

It feels so good and I’m so lost in the rhythm and the power of his body that I lift against him and cry out as my cock releases hotly between us.

I’m embarrassed. I come so easily with him. I didn’t mean to. But he nibbles at my neck and rumbles out a pleased sound like it’s okay, like he’s happy, like it was right for me to come. Then he lifts from me, pulling his cock from my loosened grip, and settles on his knees between my spread legs.

His dick juts up hard and thick, threaded with veins, the tip flaring. I can’t get over how much I like looking at it. I don’t know if I would be attracted to other men or not, but I am, undeniably, deeply attracted to him.

I arch when his hand sweeps across my stomach, gathering up my cum. He slicks his cock with it.

Oh my god, he’s going to fuck me with my own cum. I murmur wordlessly, writhing on the bed as fresh arousal stirs. It’s still bizarre to me that after a lifetime of barely any sexual reaction, I can get hard again within seconds of coming. It’s happened more than once with him.

I’m loose and unthinking as he rolls me onto my front and tugs my hips up.

“Yessss,” I breathe into the blankets as he sets his cock to my hole and starts to push inside. I’m already stretched from our last session, ready to take him. My cock stiffens and lifts as he glides in deeper and deeper. It’s half physical, because it feels good, but it’s half mental too. It’s the thought of being filled, the anticipation of what’s coming.

When he’s all the way inside me, I moan and grip the blankets.

He starts to fuck me. With every deep thrust, I’m half tempted to stroke myself, but there’s something incredible about being able to simply bury my face in the blankets and yield full control of my body. I know he’ll make me come. I don’t have to do anything.

So I give myself to the erotic rhythm. I listen to his grunts and the smack of his pelvis against my ass. I focus on the feel of his balls slapping against me and the way his cock tunnels into me.

As I arch harder into it, he starts hitting my prostate. I shout and spasm as my cock jerks up to slap my abdomen. He grunts and starts pounding into me, into my sweet spot, holding me firmly so I can thrash and buck against him as I start to come. I’m already out of control before he punches forward with a shout, but I lose it entirely when his cock starts kicking inside me, filling me with his hot cum. I scream and buck and spasm. I bite the blankets and strain through the last of my release.

Then I start to drift.

I’m barely coherent as he maneuvers me onto my back and cleans me up. I’m loose and pliant as he settles us both onto our sides. It’salmostright,almostperfect.

Then he glides his cock back into my cum-filled hole. I push back against him, claiming every possible inch of contact. As I sigh in relief, he rumbles contentedly against me.

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