Page 168 of Pucking Strong

Rocking back on my ankles, I squeeze his ass cheek and spit onto his hole, pressing in with a second finger. He drops down to his elbows, forehead pressed to his arms, as I push in past his tightring of muscle with both fingers. “So good,” I praise. “Baby, you’re so fucking tight. Relax a bit more for me, okay?”

He grunts something in Swedish. It doesn’t sound like the word “stop,” so I keep going, using my spit to work the fingers in deeper, massaging his tight ring of muscle to help him relax. I pull my fingers out and he groans in frustration. “Want more?”

“Yes,” he groans, his voice muffled by the bed. “Teddy, please.”

I swear to god, if this man keeps begging me, I’m not gonna last until I’m inside him. Already, my cock aches with the need for release. Scrambling off the bed, I dart to the bathroom.

He pushes up on all fours, watching me go with a mix of longing and confusion. “Teddy, what—”

“I’ll be right back,” I call, rattling open the drawers under the sink until I find my small bottle of lube. I hurry back into the bedroom, already squirting some of the lube into my hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Trust me.” I climb back onto the bed behind him. “I’m not saying I’ve got god’s gift to dicks, but it’s bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, right?”

He actually looks confused, the precious man. “Teddy, I’ve never—”

“I know,” I say over him, stifling my laugh as I rub my lubed fingers over his hole. He swallows the rest of his words, rocking back against the pressure of my hand. Smoothing my free hand down his back, I work two fingers inside him again, letting him flex and press against me. “Babe, you’re a natural. You’re gonna make such a tight fit for me.”

“Feels so good,” he manages in English.

The give of his body is making me feel high. He’s so eager to let me fill him. I don’t know how I’ll ever get enough. “I need to be inside you,” I say on a breath. “Please, let me take you. Need to fill you, make you mine.”

“Do it.”

I work my fingers in and out a few more times, twisting them until I press down on his prostate. His body spasms. “Teddy!”

“I know, baby. God, fuck, I know. Just give me a sec.” I pull myfingers free and fumble with the cap of the lube, slicking the cool liquid all over my dick. Shifting forward on my knees, I grab him by the hip, inching closer until my tip is in position. “Push against the pressure, baby. Bear down on me. And if it’s too much—”

“Christ, Teddy, just put your dick in me!”

The thrill of being treated like a bottom while I top him has my shaft twitching with eagerness in my hand. I slick my tip over his lubed hole, marking what’s mine. Doing this bare is such a rush. I can’t even imagine what the wet heat of his channel will feel like without the barrier of a condom to dull my senses. Taking a deep breath, I start to press in. I’m a groaning, eager mess as I feel my tip slip past his tight ring of muscle.

Henrik grunts, pushing up on his hands. “Christ in heaven.”

I try to laugh, but it comes out as a whine as I sink in another inch. Watching him take me is going to finish me too soon. Tipping my head back, I close my eyes and let myself feel everything instead—the warmth of him, the tight squeeze. God, I’m flying.

Is this real? I’m half a dick deep inside Henrik Karlsson. We’re married, and he just told me I’m his. Better yet, he just told me he’smine. Crying out, I start to move my hips. My instincts command it. I pull him back to me, letting his heat swallowing me inch by inch as I stretch him to take me. Remembering myself, I smooth my hands all over him, tethering us with as much touch as possible. “Are you okay? Does it feel good?”

He nods, unable to speak, eyes shut tight.

I slip my hand around to stroke his hard cock as I press in again. “You like my dick in your ass? You’re so tight for me. So fucking perfect. So beautiful. Min man.” The words come out in a stream as I stroke him slowly. His tip is dripping for me. Desperate for a taste, I swipe my thumb across his head and bring it to my lips, sucking on his essence with my tongue. “Oh god—”

Grabbing tight to his hips with both hands, I bury myself all the way inside him. Spots of light dance in my vision, and I’m seconds away from blowing my load. I’ve wanted this for too long. Now it’s here and I can’t make it last. “Oh—fuck—” Dropping a hand between us, I grip my balls tight, trying to stave off this aching need to come.

Beneath me, Henrik moans, his ass clenching around me tight enough to make me see fucking stars. “Teddy—I can’t—”

I kiss his shoulders as we move together. Sliding in and out, I take him again and again, stretching his tight hole, burying myself inside the man I love. My husband. My Henrik. Oh god, how did we ever finally get here?

“Teddy,” he says again, his voice breathless and low.

“What, baby?”

Anything. I’ll give him anything.

“Stop.”

Teddy stills behind me, his hands gripping my shoulders. It’s all too much—the feeling of him inside me, the heat, the friction, the overwhelming need to come. I’m breathless and shaking, hands trembling. It’s too much … and not nearly enough.

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