Page 29 of Paint Me Love
“That’s it. Let me in, Daniel. I need to stretch your tight hole before you can take my cock.”
I hold onto the backrest and hump it, fucking myself on Derek’s finger. He adds a second one, and while the initial burn makes me grit teeth, the pleasure that follows is so worth it.
“God, you are so beautiful. Such a good boy.”
His praises amplify the pleasure, the want, the need within me. “More, please.”
He hums, repositioning behind me. His fingers disappear a moment later, and just as I am about to complain, I feel the tip of his dick. I hang my head back, every nerve-ending coming alive. His cockhead pushes past my rim, the stretch incomparable to the way his fingers felt.
My breath catches. I’m on fire within seconds, shaking and heaving and needing more as he slowly slides inside me. It’s like nothing I’ve felt before. It’s unlike his fingers or mine. I feel so full, like a piece I’ve been missing has finally found its place.
“Fuck, you are so tight,” he grumbles, voice delirious.
Slowly, he bottoms out while I hold onto the backrest for dear life. He throws his arms around me and kisses my neck, shoulders, back. We stay like that for a while, and gradually the pain and the burn from the stretch give way to immense pleasure. I move experimentally, sliding back and forth on his cock.
He purrs in my ear appreciatively. “Are you ready for more, little artist?”
“Yes… I think so.”
His hand snakes around my waist and finds my cock, wrapping around the base possessively. Then he moves, pulling out almost fully before slamming back in.
He hits my prostate. My vision blurs. I see stars. “Yes! Fuck!”
“I’m gonna make your first time so good you’ll keep coming back for more.”
I lose the ability to think. All I can do is feel and beg for more as he rails me from behind. He’s aggressive, but careful not to hurt me. He speaks praises in my ear, telling me what a good boy I am, how amazing being inside me feels.
It’s like I’m in a dream. The world around us is but an afterthought, a muted version of its bright and loud self. Only we exist as he stirs more desire in me, as he bathes me in mind-dulling pleasure.
Soon I am moving with him, both of us chasing after the high. His cock slides in and out of me, stretching and molding and claiming with every glide. I’m a mess, he is too, but we keep going. It’s not enough. I need more.
“I’m close,” he growls, snapping his hips harder and faster.
I moan in response, shaking my ass in encouragement and spreading my legs slightly so he can get even deeper. I want to feel more of him, to make him come so hard he won’t ever think to look at another man.
“Mm, so so good. That’s it, let me in deeper. Take from me what you need.”
He lets off his thrusts, and I’m the one in charge now. I’m fucking myself on his dick as I pinch and rub my nipples while he jacks me off. It feels so damn good, like he really is training me. I’ve seen porn, of course, but I didn’t know sex could be this amazing.
“Feels good.”
“Yeah?” He kisses the spot between my shoulder blades and fingers my slit. “Do you like being fucked?”
“Yes, I love it.”
“Good boy. You are doing so well. Taking me so nicely.”
Ripples of electricity surge within me. “Please, I want to come.”
“Yeah?” he purrs. “Come for me then, Daniel. Show me how much you are enjoying this.”
His words undo me. It’s all it takes. I’m spilling the next moment, screaming nonsense as my cock throbs and my ass clenches hard. Behind me, Derek groans deep and load, pinching my hip. He starts pumping faster and faster, losing his rhythm in a chaotic chase of his own climax. I meet his every thrust, lost to the ecstasy as I keep coming.
“Yes, fuck, that’s it. Keep going. Fuck, milk me with your tight ass until there’s nothing left,” he blabbers, growling as he finally tips over the edge.
His cum spills inside me, and it’s the best feeling ever. It triggers another burst of pleasure within me, which makes me come even harder. I’m so full I feel like I’ll burst. His pulsating cock breeds me like I really am his bitch, his hands hold me in place so I can’t escape. I moan and shake, every nerve-ending singing. Fuck, I could get addicted to this, or maybe it’s too late and just one taste has already made me an addict.
Derek keeps fucking me through the subsiding tremors, his pace slower and gentler. His cum sloshes inside me, and I feel some of it trickle down my left inner thigh.
