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Not after the last month.
Luca couldn’t bear it anymore. He felt like a pot boiling past its lid, steaming and spitting and ready to burst.
And he needed that cock in him.
He needed Artair’s cock in him.
And he needed it now.
Wrapping a hand around Artair’s waist, Luca moved his own hips up, chasing the goal he’d had all night. In one smooth movement, Luca thrust his ass back, gripping Artair hard to stop him from pulling away.
The shining cock head met his spit-slicked hole—already slippery and stretched and ready to receive.
Luca let out a whimper as the greatest feeling in all of humanity filled his belly. The great mushroom head slid firm past his first ring, coming into direct and driving contact with his prostate.
He went cross-eyed at the gut-squirming sensation, so visceral and intense and so fucking spectacular. Artair was so fucking thick, so fucking big, that it was like a truck crashing into him. So massive, so girthy that his entrance was flooded with sensation—joy and discomfort and the feeling that he’d overcommitted all at once.
Artair’s cock was so fucking much.
Artair’s cock was so fucking full.
Still holding Artair in place, Luca gyrated his hips slightly, gasping loud and twitching hard and getting used to the incredible thickness of his first few inches. Artair had, by far, the fattest cock that Luca had ever taken. The sheer fullness of the thick tool, pulsing hard against his swollen spot, made new strands of precum drip and sway from his dick. Made his ass shake at just how fucking overwhelming it all was.
“Wazi fram gnah,” babbled Artair, shocked at Luca’s sudden boldness. “Jesus! Luca! You... Fuck. Ohhh, God, you’re so tight.”
Luca groaned gratefully—not just at the sticky sensations, but in his own ability to surprise his partner. It was everything he’d hoped for. Soon the room faded until there was only body heat and the sensation of the hard cock sliding slow into his ass.
And as much as he wanted Artair to slam him deep, he couldn’t help but savor the intensity of this moment. Of the relief that was sweeping over him. At the brick hard broadsword that was making his eyes roll back and lose the ability to form sentences.
Artair made to stroke Luca’s cock, to get him used to his sheer size and to ease the passage with his own pleasure. But Luca grabbed his wrist, pulling him away. Because the sensation was too much, too intense, too fucking good. The way that Artair’s swollen cock head was paused at the perfect spot inside him, gliding across the half-inch of his prostate.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
The way Artair throbbed hard when Luca winced and moaned, like a punch to his pleasure spot, making him gasp and cry out even louder.
When that feeling was combined with the slick of his foreskin, the electric buzz of his own cock head became too much.
Because right now, Luca didn’t know if he was about to cum or die.
After long minutes of this exquisite torture, Luca realized that he wasn’t going to get used to this sensation. He wasn’t going to relax into it until the height of the intensity faded.
This is just what it felt like to be fucked with a cock this thick. Like his world was ending and being created anew, over and over again.
“Please fuck me,” he whispered at last. “No more teasing.”
Artair shook his head, not in refusal, but in manic-grinned disbelief. This was every top’s dream—a slutty little bottom that just wanted to get railed. Pounded. Slammed down. Who wasn’t doing this out of obligation, but because they wanted it. Because they needed it hard and fast and deep.
“You want it like that, huh?” Artair snarled, slapping a thick palm on Luca’s even thicker cheeks, making Luca’s big ass bounce heavily in his grip.
Luca gasped again as Artair took control, sliding himself in deeper. The fullness became even more overwhelming. The stretch of his ring was incredible. The pace was so sudden that it made his thighs shake.
The sounds from Luca’s steaming lips were unlike anything he’d ever made. Higher-pitched and sorrowful and screaming in lust, all at once.
Inch after joyful, agonizing inch, Artair slid himself in. Luca could barely breathe as it happened, his stomach hot and balls swelling.
