Page 54 of Promised Summer
He replied by offering himself. He pushed his hips out so that my fingers slipped deeper inside. The slow grind of his hips made it so I was pressing against his prostate again.
“Oh, yeah,” Ryan breathed. “Get inside me, Jones. I need you to pop my cherry with your huge cock.”
I groaned and squeezed harder to stop the orgasm that was right there. “You’re set on making this very difficult for me, aren’t you?”
He laughed. I ignored him and quickly lubed up before more dirty words fell from his lips.
“I’m gonna make this so good for you,” I said.
He stopped laughing, and said seriously, “I know you will.”
“Tell me if it hurts,” I told him, then slowly pushed inside.
Our eyes stayed locked as I broke through the first ring. His lips curved in a silent gasp, his hands bunched up in the sheets under him, and I kept pushing. I tried to move slowly, and that really was a feat all on its own when Ryan’s hole was set on swallowing me whole.
“You feel so fucking good,” I gasp. Each inch was unbearable with how tightly he was clenched around me. His softness yielded to my hardness and took me in until my pelvis was flushagainst his ass.
“I feel so full,” he moaned, hips shaking. I held them as still as I could to give him time to adjust.
“Yeah? You feel me all the way up to here?” I asked and pressed a hand to his lower stomach. He moaned again, his hand brushing against mine as he frantically stroked himself.
“Aw, hell. You need to move.” The words came out as half-demanding, half-whining.
I gripped his hips again, pulling out until only the tip of my cock was nestled inside of him, and then slammed back in.
The sound Ryan let out was sinful. I got another thrust in before he was coming again. His cries filled the room, and his hole spasmed around me so tightly I was seeing stars.
I was already holding on by the tether, and when my ass relaxed and the hot slide of his cum dripped from my ass and down my thigh, there was no way I could have lasted. I slammed in hard and spilled my seed deep inside him.
My body folded over his and found his lips. We kissed until both our breaths evened out, and I slipped out of him.
He winced at the action, then made a face when my cum spilled from his hole. “That feels weird.”
I hummed and used my thumb to push my essence back inside him. The sight of my seed claiming him comforted me. I wanted to keep it there until his insides were dyed the color of me.
“Kinky,” Ryan said teasingly. He twisted out of my reach and pulled me into his arms for another kiss. The kiss paused a second later, and he made another face. “Feeling your hot cum drip out of me is definitely weird. I’m not sure I like it.”
I smiled. “And what about everything else? Did you like my cock filling you?”
He smiled back. “Well, based on how hard I came just now, I’d say I did. We’re definitely doing that again.”
He rolled over on his side and winced. “Wet spot,” he grumbled and shifted again.
I laughed, pulled him into my arms, and nestled him close, keeping him right where he belonged.
Chapter Twenty
RYAN
I snuck back to my grandma’s place early the next morning, ass still tender from last night’s activities. Jones had protested when I tried to get out of the bed, and our sleepy morning scuffle had turned into a quick jerk-off session before he’d reluctantly let me go.
It wasn’t like I wanted to leave either. If we’d had the time, I would have demanded he give me a good fucking. This time, I could hopefully last a lot longer than a couple of thrusts.
My ass squeezed at the thought of his cock sliding heavenly against my prostate. Jones was spot on about it being better than his fingers, and now I couldn’t wait to try it again.
I entered Grandma’s house just as the door to the room Karla and I shared opened. Her little head appeared first as she looked around. When she caughtsight of me, a huge smile lit up her face. She ran toward me and jumped into my arms.
“Daddy!” she cried, her joyous voice ringing in my ear. I laughed and picked her up, glad I’d had the foresight to shower at Jones’ before coming here.
