Page 117 of The Bro Pact
The granite is cool against my sweaty skin. “Please fuck me,” I beg. “I can’t wait any longer, I need to feel your cock stretching me open.”
A strangled noise escapes Kyle and then I feel the blunt head of his cock press against my opening. I tip my ass up, and he slowly thrusts forward until I’m completely filled by his length.
“Fuuuck,” we groan in unison.
Kyle leans over me to whisper into my ear, his muscles rubbing against my back. “I’ve been dreaming of being inside your tight ass every night since we’ve been back in town. I’m talking weeks of fucking you in my sleep.”
He pulls back, slamming into me and shoving me forward into the hard edge of the island. But I don’t care. I’ve desperately missed having my ass filled, to the point where I was about to give in and buy a toy of my own.
Maybe I still will, and let Kyle use it on me.
I groan at the fantasies running through my mind while Kyle continues to thrust into me, building up a steady rhythm.
He carefully lifts a knee, resting it on the island and using his leverage to plow into me at the most delicious angle.
I cry out when he hits that spot deep inside me, spreading my arms wide to grip either side of the island for purchase.
I’ve never been so thankful for how tall Kyle is.
This position is everything.
I’m a moaning, wanton mess as Kyle slams into me, grunting wildly each time.
Holy fuck, this is hot.
I reach underneath, stroking myself in time with his thrusts.
“I love you, Ren,” Kyle grits out through clenched teeth, and the confession makes my body detonate, clenching around his length as I spill my seed all over the kitchen island.
“Kyle!” I cry, as he continues to slam into my pulsing hole, chasing his own release. He surges forward one last time, grinding his hips against my sensitive rim as he shoots his load into me. He collapses, his heavy weight pressing me into the counter, but I don’t care.
“I love you too,” I pant, completely sated and overwhelmingly happy.
“So, does this mean you’ll move in with me?” I ask while we’re spooning with his cock still inside me.
Luckily, I had some blankets stored away in the linen closet, so we laid a few down, creating a cushion to lie on, reminding me of our time on the RV.
Somehow Ky’s dick ended up inside me again, and it never left after he came.
And I’m okay with that.
I could sleep with him inside me.
“I was hoping you’d still want me to,” Kyle chuckles. “This place is gorgeous, Ren. I’m seriously so impressed. Once again.”
I beam at his praise, snuggling further into his embrace, and groaning when his hardening cock grazes my sweet spot.
“I can’t wait to do this every day,” I tell him. “Whenever we want.”
“Mmm,” he agrees, with slow deep thrusts of his hips. “Can I tell you something else?”
“Yes,” I gasp when he tweaks my nipple piercing.
“I’m really so impressed with the blog, baby,” Kyle whispers into my ear, sending a wave of goosebumps across my body.
“Thank you,” I murmur, pushing my ass back against his thrusts, until we start to fuck again while holding a conversation at the same time. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and I’m gonna declare a major this year.”
“Yeah?” he asks breathlessly, pulling his hips back and giving me a hard little thrust.
