Page 71 of Loving the Legend
I take a deep breath. “Yeah, get in me. I’m ready.”
He grins. “Take another deep breath in, then exhale through your mouth.”
When I start to exhale and push out, he guides his head in slowly.
“Oh, fuck,” I hiss from the pressure as he breaches the first muscle ring while continuing to stroke my cock.
“Come here,” he says as he pulls out. He leans forward, covering me, and brushes a tender kiss against my lips. Our kiss deepens as he sucks on my tongue in a possessive way that has me opening up for him in every way possible. He penetrates me again. After a combination of kissing, stroking my cock, and moving slowly, he’s fully seated inside of me. We’re both sweaty. He pauses and nods. I nod back.
He slowly draws back and then rolls his hips until he bottoms out.
“So tight,” he drawls. At the same time, my eyes roll closed, and I choke out, “God, Sid!” It feels so much more intense than the toys that I’ve used.
He continues to stroke me slowly, biting his lip as his heated gaze trails over my face.
“Feel okay?” he asks, voice strained.
I moan in response. I’m still getting used to his size, though each stroke feels more pleasurable. His earthy scent, the sandalwood from my body wash, mixed with the heady scent of our sex, makes me dazed with rapture. It fully settles in that it’s him inside of me.
“Kiss me,” I plead.
He moans as he licks my tongue and sucks it into his mouth. He adjusts the angle on the next drive, and I buck from a sharp sensation. All of my nerve endings are fired up. I barely recognize the guttural sounds bubbling out of me as my eyes fill up.
He freezes and places soft kisses on the side of my eyes where my tears have pooled. He trails kisses over my forehead, dimples, nose, and chin. “I can stop,” he whispers as he kisses my lips.
“No, I want you. So good. Keep going.”
“Are you sure?”
I answer by clenching and pushing down to deepen his penetration.
“Ahhh, fuck,” he moans, biting his bottom lip. “Don’t move, or I’ll come,” he warns.
He grounds himself by staring out of the window for a few seconds before he resumes slowly tunneling in and out of me.
He pulls my legs up, folding me in half as he speeds up the pace of his thrusts. Each of his deep strokes massages my prostate, causing tremors throughout my body, building in its heat and intensity. I moan his name as I dig my fingers into his back.
His sexy penetrating gaze bores into me. “Look at you, taking me so well.”
There are no words for the euphoria seeping into every cell of my body. Primal moans blanket every exhale.
He pumps my cock as he thrusts into me with powerful strokes.
My entire body starts to spasm, the intensity all-encompassing. The pleasure swells and swells. My eyes roll to the back of my head and my lower back levitates off the bed.
“Fuck,” I bellow as tremor after tremor courses through my body until there’s just white space…echoes of silence.
“Mmmm, your first prostate orga—fuck, you’re clenching my dick hard.”
I can’t control the tremors coursing through me. Each roll of his hips sends more waves throughout my body, sending a shooting sensation behind my eyes.
What the ever-loving fuck is a prostate orgasm? How is my dick still hard?
“Fuck,” I pant. “I’ve never…” My brain wipes out as he pulls out and slams back in. “Fuuck.”
“Hmm?” He’s fucked the words out of me, and by the mischievous smile on his face, he knows it.
He changes angles and strokes me slower, deepening his reach.
