Page 41 of One Lovely Lie

“Does this feel good?’ he asks, crooking his fingers in just the right way that presses on that magic little button only God could have made.

“Don’t be cocky,” I say through a strained laugh, cutting myself off with a gasp when he presses down harder. “You know that feels good.”

He shrugs. “I like knowing it. No one is going to hear us out here, baby. You can be as loud as you want to be. I want to know every single thing you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinking…” I suck in a deep breath and open my eyes to meet his wickedly pleased gaze. “I’m thinking I want you to fuck me now.”

His fingers stop and he raises his eyebrows, a slight bit of panic in his eyes as his jaw drops. “You think you’re ready?”

“Even if I’m not, I want it,” I urge, wantonly bucking my hips on his fingers, eyes rolling to the back of my head as I get myself off. “Magnus, I want to be sore and aching tomorrow because of you.”

“Christ, when you put it like that,” he gasps, taking his fingers out of me and sitting back on his haunches. “How do you want to do this?”

“What’s easiest?”

“Hands and knees or on top, your choice.”

Hmm, both sound like good options to me. There’s something sweet and filthy about getting on all fours for him, having him pound me from behind, his hands yanking at my hair as he slaps my ass.

But on top sounds nice too. I can be in control and I can take the lead. I can show him how much I’ve wanted this and how much I will always want him. I can look him in the eyes and kiss him.

“I think I want to be on top,” I decide. “Is that okay?”

“Are you kidding?” he questions like the question is ridiculous. He rolls over onto his back and hurriedly reaches for the lube. “I get to see you riding my cock, all flushed and out of breath? That’s more than okay.”

His attraction to the idea spurs me on. I watch mesmerized as he coats his beautiful cock with lube, so now it’s slick and angry, the tip red and weeping forme.

I take a deep and calming breath as I position myself above him. I lick my lips nervously as I grab a hold of his cock, but my fingers are shaking too much.

“Can…can you help me, Mag?” I ask timidly, already feeling like I’m fucking this up.

I expect him to make a joke or ease some of the tension in the air, but he just smiles so tenderly that it melts my heart. He reaches for his cock, angling himself perfectly, and brushing against my hole. I take a deep breath as I bear down and lower myself onto him.

Jesus fucking Christ.

The novels are wrong. They’re so wrong. There is no gentle glide, there is no graceful swallowing of any cock, and there is no feeling of complete contentment.

No. This fuckinghurts.

“Ouch, ouch,” I mumble. The discomfort isn’t getting better the more I ease myself down onto him, but I refuse to stop until I’ve taken every inch.

“Daniel, we can slow down,” Magnus says, concern creasing his brow, but he’s barely able to contain the moan that slips out at the end of his sentence.

I want that. I want to be the one making him feel that way. No amount of discomfort I’m feeling takes away from the satisfaction of making his eyes roll to the back of his head or his hands tighten greedily on my hips.

“It hurts,” I pant, and I collapse on him when I manage to take his entire cock. “Holy shit.”

He presses gentle kisses on my neck and runs his hands up and down my back. “I know, baby. It’ll get better. Just give it a minute.”

So, I do. I give ita lotof minutes. I just rest there in his caring embrace, taking steady breaths in and out until I feel a bit lightheaded trying to adjust to Magnus’s monster cock. All the while, he’s whispering the sweetest things in my ear that I have to believe make it easier to take.

“You feel…I’ve never felt anything like you before, Daniel,” he groans, running his hands down to cup my ass, flexing the cheeks as he pulls and pushes them together. “I told you you’re my leading man.”

“I’m your tree?” I ask, laughing shakily, experimentally moving my hips to see that it doesn’t feel that bad anymore.

“Yeah, baby, you’re my tree. Now, when you’re ready, I want you to ride my cock.”

Now that it doesn’t feel like my body is being split in two, I can actually see why people enjoy this so much. The stretch has turned from painful to pleasurable and I can feel it all the way to my toes.

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