Page 24 of Icy Pour

“No. We don’t. But I want to. I want this…you. I want it all.”

He pulls his fingers from me, their absence a chill making me want him back instantly. But it doesn’t last long as he moves up to press a gentle kiss to my lips. “You’re gonna make me cum just by saying shit like that.”

“S-sorry.”

“Nah…don’t be sorry for wanting me. I’ll never be sorry for wanting to take every inch of this ass.”

“Fuuuck.”

He leans in, his voice quiet but firm. “You want me to fuck you, boss? You want to feel me deep inside you? You ready to be a good boy and let me take this perfect, untouched ass?”

My entire body is shaking with want, need, fucking nerves. But I don’t give a shit. All I want is him.

“Yes.”

He kisses me once more before grabbing a condom, rolling it over his impressive length, and drowning it in a sea of lube.

“Spread your legs for me, wide as you can,” he murmurs with a tone that is somehow demanding, soothing, and erotic all at once. I instantly obey. “Look at that perfect ass waiting for me.”

He grips his cock and rubs the tip against the opening between my cheeks. Then I feel him press in.

“Fuck, god, that’s…Ahhhh!”

“Take a deep breath. You can do this. I’m right here with you.”

I nod, expanding my lungs as far as they’ll go.

“Now exhale,” he orders, and I release the air I’ve been holding in as he gently presses into me a bit more. The burn feels like a fire, but one that lights a flame to something I never want to be without. Him.

“You, okay?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re doing so fucking good for me.”

I moan loud enough for someone to hear me from three buildings away. I know I should be embarrassed, but I don’t care anymore. I’m done hiding.

His tongue wets his bottom lip. “You like hearing me tell you how well you’re doing, don’t you? Didn’t know someone like you would have such a praise kink. You think you can take a little more if I tell you how good you’re taking it?”

“Fuuuck,” I groan as he pushes in a little further.

“Look at you, taking this cock so well. I knew you were gonna be good for me.”

He presses in, finally seated completely inside me.

“I knew you could handle this, and fuck, if it isn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“F-feels so g-good, Johnny.”

He stills, and I get used to the way he feels inside me. I’ve never felt so full, so wanted, so needed. And I’ve never felt so greedy for more.

“Johnny, please…fuck me.”

“You sure you’re okay? I’ll go slow.”

“I’m done going slow. I’ve crawled along my entire life. Now I want you to take me into the fast lane.”

He flashes me a smile that crashes through me, then starts to thrust. He starts off slowly, not wanting to damage me.