Page 13 of Your Only Fan
The thought makes my groans louder until it’s all I can hear. His hands wrap around my stomach. That makes me even wilder.
It’s like he’s hugging me. It’s like he loves me, and fuck me if that’s not hotter than anything else he can do to me.
As quickly as it happens, it goes, and he pushes himself back up. He spreads me apart, and with sudden jolts, he juts at my prostate again, and again, and again until I can’t take it anymore. He keeps going, though. It’s not his fault. I don’t stop him. I don’t have the mind or energy to speak. And nor do I have the will.
He can do whatever he wants to me and I won’t complain. He can spit on me, bite me, draw blood, piss on me and I won’t bat an eyelid. I won’t budge.
Because I want him so much, so desperately, that whatever he deems worthy to punish me with, it’ll be worth it.
I don’t know if I’m pathetic, hopeless, or just a romantic.
Whatever it is, I’m having way too good of a time to care.
Ezra speeds up. His moans get louder. His movements sharper.
And then, he pulls out of me, and I feel the tremor of his incessant rubbing until hot splashes rain on my ass and he stills his body.
He catches his breath. He readjusts his knees on the bed. He slides his cock from my tailbone to my ring, guiding his cum over my pink hole. And then he goes balls deep in me, pushing it inside me, marking me as his and only his.
I’m desperate for release, but I know he doesn’t stay after he comes.
So I’m fully prepared to take care of the matter at hand myself. I don’t mind. The fact that he fucked me is enough. It’s more than I ever thought I’d have from him anyway.
I take my shaft in my hand and start to rub.
“Allow me.” His voice breaks the tension in the room, and I finally get undisputed confirmation that it’s Ezra.
And he wants to make me come.
