Page 83 of The Bro Pact
Kyle pulls back, surging forward with a little more speed this time.
My body jerks and I grip the sheets, arching my back even more as he pulls out again, setting a steady pace.
A wet, rhythmic slapping sound fills the air, as does the smell of sweat and sex.
It’s intoxicating.
Kyle relentlessly pounds into me, pushing between my shoulder blades and pressing my top half to the bed, exposing my ass even more as I’m forced to spread my legs wider.
The change in position allows him to hit deeper within me, grazing that magic spot I’ve come to love so much.
“Ungh!Right there, Ky. Right there!”
He doesn’t stop, his hips moving like a jackhammer against my ass as he reaches out and grabs hold of my long hair.
Shit. That’s hot.
“Fuck, Renny. I’m not gonna last long. You’re too sexy.”
When he uses the nickname from our childhood, it does me in.
“M’gonna come!” I shout into the pillow as he continues to plow into me.
I grab my cock, stroking it a few times until a familiar tingle races down my spine and my nuts draw up, spurting load after load onto the pristine sheets below me.
My hole pulses around Ky’s length as it jackhammers into me, and the feeling is so foreign and so hot that a second, smaller orgasm rolls through me languorously.
I continue to come, my body squeezing him relentlessly and milking his cock until he erupts inside me, liquid heat scorching my insides as his cum pumps deep into me.
We both collapse on the bed, Kyle’s heavy body pressing me into the mattress, with his cock trapped inside.
“Mmm. So good and so warm,” he mumbles into my hair, nuzzling his face affectionately. “Wish I could stay here forever. Sleep inside you.”
His dirty words whispered directly into my ear send a wave of goosebumps across my skin.
I hum my agreement, thinking that would be nice as his cock starts to soften slightly, but still staying plump enough to keep his cum inside me.
He burrows his arms underneath me and across my chest, squeezing tightly and keeping me pressed to him so that we’restill connected when he rolls us to our sides, spooning me with his dick nestled inside.
We doze, floating in the warm space between sleep and wakefulness, until Kyle finally pulls out very slowly.
He disappears to the bathroom and returns with a warm washcloth, spreading my cheeks to inspect the damage while cleaning me up gently.
“You okay?” he murmurs, and I hum my acknowledgement as he crawls back into bed.
I roll to my other side, facing him.
We’re silent for a moment, and I don’t think he even realizes he does it, but he reaches out, twirling a strand of my hair around his finger while we stare at each other intensely.
I’m pretty sure he’s thinking the same things I am because I almost can’t believe it.
Kyle was just inside me.
We hadsex.
Like actual anal intercourse.
And fucking hell do I want to do it again.
