Page 70 of Your Only Fan
“Would you… like to fuck me?” I ask him after nibbling on his earlobe for a goddamn century, which still isn’t enough.
“Wh—I thought you’re an exclusive top,” he says.
I scowl at him teasingly.
“Do you think I’d let just about anybody put his dick in me?”
He shrugs.
“I just assumed…”
“You know what they say about assumptions,” I whisper in his ear, and he laughs.
“Yes, I’m familiar.”
“Want to know a secret? Most porn stars who claim to be exclusive tops take it up the ass in their private lives. But topping is safer with strangers. For us, anyway. So…”
“Oh,” he says, and I love the innocence behind his voice. “Do you… do you mean it? You want me to… fuck you?”
I lift up from his ear and look him in the eyes. I hope there’s as much fire behind mine as I feel inside me.
“I’m desperate for it,” I growl at him, and he bites his lip.
God, how can he be so sexy, hot, and adorable at the same time?
“Then I want to,” he says.
I don’t waste a second. I reach for the lube from his top drawer and open the cap, lathering him up with generous pumps of it.
Then I give my hole the same treatment. It’s been a while since I’ve let anyone fuck me even though my dildos at home will probably have a different story to tell.
When I feel stretched enough, I go back over Isaac and lower myself onto him.
His crown pushes at my entrance. It stings, but it feels good. So fucking good.
The more of him I take, the more my breath leaves my body and my taint strains, and it’s like my whole being burns with liquid flame.
“You feel so good… baby,” I moan.
His eyes flare up at my last word, and he moans loudly.
I like it.
“Call me baby again,” he pants.
“Baby. Baby. Baby.” I say it over and over again.
I say it low and rumbly and I scream it off the top of my lungs while pumping my own dick. It’s like adding gasoline to the fire burning between us, and the more I say it, the closer to the edge we both get.
“My. Baby,” I shout, and ropes of cum blast through my slit, painting Isaac’s chest.
At the same time, I feel the heat pooling inside me as his very own groans fill the air with their music.
“OhGodIloveyou,” he groans, and I dip down to his mouth to claim it again just like he’s claimed me.
“Likewise, Professor,” I tell him, and he rolls his eyes, but he still smiles.
We gaze at each other for a few moments and time slows. Our breathing synchronizes and electrifies the air.
