Page 93 of Steel & Thunder

“W-what’s happening?” I ask weakly, not explaining myself well at all. “Why is it d-different?”

There’s no response at first, and I want to curse because I know that pretty soon, I’m barely going to be able to string together a coherent thought at all. I just want to know why cumming like this feels so different when I’m with him, when he’s fucking me. Then I hear the low chuckle in my ear.

“Because you were made for this, pup.” He bites my ear gently, his thrusts never stuttering. “Not everyone is capable, especially not their first time, but to be able to make you cum like this? Dry, hands free, on my cock?” He gives a few particularly deep thrusts. “I am so happy you are mine.”

That’s not much of an explanation, but it only takes a few more thrusts for things to finally spill over and my mind goes blank. As I cry out, my mouth is once again captured by his own, and he eagerly swallows the sounds of my pleasure. I can feel my hole spasm around him, struggling in vain to push him out.

Sir releases my head, letting it fall onto the pillow. He lifts himself with both arms, giving him more leverage and changing the angle for his cock. My eyes roll back in my head as things build once more. Sweat drips down his chest onto my back, and I can practically feel his ass bouncing up and down on top of mine as I cum again, crying out weakly.

I lay there and take my fucking, Sir’s body moving faster and harder atop my own. I’m caught completely off guard when I cum for a third time, and it’s not even a minute later before I can feel it starting to happen again.

Oh gods, he’s going to kill me with his dick. The entire bed is shaking with the power of his thrusts.

My head lolls to the side, and I’m sure I’m drooling onto the pillow, my mind empty except for thoughts of how incredible everything feels. I don’t even register when Sir’s thrusts get more forceful or when I feel his dick grow thicker, right before he cums with a roar above me. His hips continue to slam me into the mattress, like his body is trying to make sure his seed is planted inside me as deep as possible. I cry out when he finishes and grinds his cock inside of me. Finally, he collapses on top of me, moving to the side just enough so that we can both breathe easily.

After a few minutes of lying in a sweaty heap, Khazak rolls us on our sides, making sure not to pull his cock from my hole. His arm wraps around my waist, and he pulls me back into his still heaving chest as we cool down. Our skins are slick with sweat, and to any outside observer, we probably look disgusting, but I feel amazing. I don’t want to move from this spot for the rest of the night. Maybe the week. Once my consciousness has fully re-entered my body, I notice the hand lazily tracing patterns in the fur on my chest, and I reach my hand up to hold his.

“That was...” I start. “Don’t make me wait another week and half before we do that again, Sir. Please.”

I feel the rumble of his laugh, and he squeezes me against his body, which has the added effect of pressing his softening cock farther into my well-worn ass one last time before it finally slips out. My hole feels like a mess right now, but I don’t care.

“It would seem as though I have been depriving myself.” He kisses my neck before turning me over to face him, drawing me into him. “Thank you, David.”

“I don’t think you need to thank me when I enjoyed it as much as you did.” Maybe even a little more when you compare our respective number of orgasms.

“Not for that. For giving this a chance, despite everything.” He takes my hand, thumb ghosting over my knuckles. “Do you think you can handle this being your life for the next two months?”

I look up from my place on his chest, green eyes meeting chocolate brown, feeling warm and content for the first time in... Fuck, maybe years. It’s an easy answer. “Yeah. I think I can do that.” I lean in to kiss him, content to spend the rest of the night wrapped up in his arms.