Page 56 of M.M. Scrooge
“Please.”
“Starting with that froufrou plug.”
I nudge the thong aside, reach for the lip, wriggle my fingers around it, and give an experimental tug. Daniel’s answering moan urges me on. I fuck him with it. Out as far as it will go before popping free, then back in with enough force to wring little coos and gasps from my cheeky lover.
“Play with your nipples, kitten. I want to watch.” My voice is rough, a note lower than usual, my arousal towering and heavy.
Daniel obeys, raising his fingers to his chest and worrying the little nubs. Perfect. If I’m balancing on this tight wire, I want to be dead sure he’s there with me.
When I can’t wait a heartbeat more, I free the plug from his body, and watch his hole twitch closed. Not for long.
Daniel’s needy sigh spurns my lust. I line us up, my leaking slit to his shining entrance, and push in. One long, deep slide until my balls land against his rump. A shudder racks my body, driving me farther. He’s stretched around me so tight stars explode behind my closed lids. The heat of him sets me on fire.
He wraps his stocking-clad legs around me and draws me close. I open my eyes. Daniel stretches out his arms. I would deny him nothing, least of all this. We embrace. We tremble. We breathe. I hold him close. He feels so good, his smooth skin, the slippery silk of his lingerie, the strength of his arms as he squeezes my shoulders.
My Daniel. My love.
I have to move. To thrust and drive myself into him. To make us one being. To make him come for me. Daniel helps as much as he can while being smothered by my weight, rocking his hips to meet mine, forcing his ass to take all of my cock.
Cock rings are supposed to make you last longer, but fuck that. I’ve been on the edge since I saw him standing half-naked in our kitchen with a spatula full of batter.
“Gonna fill you up.”
“Fuck.” Daniel grabs the abandoned remote. “Yeah, Max, fucking do it.”
Somehow he finds the button, and the cock ring buzzes to life where it’s jammed between us.
Holy shit. I tense, squeezing Daniel with me.
The sensation rolls over us like water that’s just shy of too hot. Too much. Not enough.
Daniel squirms in my arms, and I can’t tell if he’s trying to press himself closer to the device or to wriggle away from it.
“God, that’s—” Daniel’s sentence hangs unfinished.
“Yeah, it is.” I keep fucking him, moving through it, getting acquainted with the excessive stimulation one stroke at a time. “You good?”
“So good,” he huffs. “Not gonna last.”
Thank fuck because me neither. “Give it up to me, Daniel.” I pump him for all I’m worth until his body clenches and quakes. “That’s it. Come for me, sweetheart.”
I follow him over, my mouth against his ear, whispering curses against his skin as I come so hard the pleasure rattles up my spine to the back of my skull and explodes. So intense with that ring squeezing me, the vibrations pounding deep, Daniel’s moans in my ears.
He turns it off before I black out from overstimulation. The relief sends another round of blissful aftershocks coursing over me, my cock twitching, Daniel’s ass clenching.
Daniel’s muscles go slack, and that feels good too. Everything does. Our sweaty skin pressed tight together, Daniel’s hot cum on our bellies, his arms and legs heavy on my shoulders and back. I wallow in him, basking, sniffing that spot behind his ear, and curling my body around his.
“Wow.” It’s the only word that comes close to my reaction, which would take a poet to describe. “Fucking, wow.” There. That’s a little better.
Daniel’s heartbeat pounds against my chest. Mine pounds against his. Best. Workout. Ever.
The scent of vanilla brownies has made its way into our room, a vivid reminder that Daniel is, without a doubt, the kindest and most generous human I’ll ever know.
I nuzzle his ear. “You baked for me.”
“Mm, I did.” He turns his face for a kiss. His lips are all pliant and soft. His fucked-out expression is my favorite. “And you fucked me into the mattress.”
“I did.”
