Page 85 of The Snuggle is Real
He petted my hair now, gentle and sweet again. I soaked in the praise, collecting his little moans and whimpers as if they were gold stars on a report card. I slipped a finger past his balls, rubbing along his taint.
Mason attempted to widen his legs, but his pants trapped him.
We separated to get him entirely naked. Then I turned him toward the door, spread his cheeks, and lashed him with my tongue. He cried out as I licked over his furled entrance, then teased circles around his rim.
I sucked and nibbled, working more on instinct than knowledge, and taking my cues from Mason’s trembling thighs, high-pitched moans, and ass grinding back on my face, begging for more.
“Stop for a sec,” he said, sounding breathless. “You’re gonna make me come.”
I pulled back, wiping my wet face on my upper arm. “Isn’t that the goal?”
He turned, looking down at me where I kneeled in only my jeans, my cock trying to punch its way through stiff denim.
“Webothneed to come, and you haven’t even let me get you naked yet. Let’s go upstairs. That floor is gorgeous, thanks to you, but it can’t be comfortable.”
I grinned sheepishly. “Don’t know if I can stand up, to be honest.”
Mason grabbed my arms, helping me lever off the hard floor, my knees protesting the rough treatment I’d put them through. He was stronger than I expected, and it made my cock twitch to have his hard grip squeezing my biceps.
Mason popped open the button on my jeans and shoved them and my boxer briefs down, groaning as my hard dick came into view.
“You’re so thick. You’re going to wreck my ass.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Hell yes.” He paused. “If you, uh, want to fuck me?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” I disentangled myself from my jeans, yanked him into my arms, and kissed him hard. “I’m dying to get inside you.”
Everything moved fast then. We raced up the stairs, into Mason’s bedroom, and fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. He fumbled with the drawer on his bedside table and pulled out condoms and lube. I took the rubber and slid it on while Mason fingered himself, using lube to get nice and slippery.
He straddled my waist, grabbed my dick, and sank down on it with a deliciously smooth slide.
My eyes rolled up in my head. “Fuck, baby.”
“Mmm.” Mason rolled his hips, and pleasure sparked along my dick. “You’re stretching me so good.”
I grabbed his waist, thrusting up as he undulated on top of me, and fuck, he was so tight and hot around my dick I was about to lose my mind.
His body was slim, not even an inch of extra fat on him, and his skin was taut over toned muscle, the sharp edges of his hips and collar bones incredibly sexy for some reason. His pretty cock bobbed in front of him, erotic as hell.
Mason bit his lower lip, moaning as he took my dick, and I yanked him down, needing to taste his mouth again. “Can I?—”
“Anything you want.”
I flipped us over, my dick sliding out in the process, which made us both unhappy. But when I hiked up his thighs, positioned myself at his hole, and thrust in with force, he gave a gratifying wail of pleasure.
“Yes! Hard, Ford. As hard as you can.”
I hesitated. “Really? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me,” he insisted. “It’ll only make it feel better.”
Mason was edgier in bed than I’d expected, but that was hardly a complaint. I levered up on my knees, rolled him in half, and pounded my dick in and out of his tight, stretched hole. Watching my thick dick spread him wide, then slid out shiny with lube, was incredibly hot.
“More,” he gasped out. “Fuck, Ford, I need it!”
I fucked him hard and fast, unleashing as I never had before. I turned into a gasping, grunting beast, abusing his sweet hole until he gave a desperate cry. He grabbed his dick and stroked frantically. Cum sprayed from the tip, and his ass tightened like a vise around my dick, yanking my orgasm out of me as if I’d been waiting for a dam to break.
