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Steamroller

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He had toys. “How big is your dildo?”

“It chokes me if I put it in too far.”

How hot was that? “Okay, so grab hold of the base—nngh, gentler… just a bit.”

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. Just looser, yeah,” I coached him, almost breathlessly. “Okay, now, just to where your hand is, try and put that—oh God.”

The man was a very quick study. He bent and licked the head of my shaft, got a taste for it, swirled his tongue around and under, the slow, sensuous laving almost more than I could bear.

“Stop… don’t—”

“But you taste good,” he moaned deeply, the crack in his voice, the ache on the verge of splintering my control.

“Carson,” I whispered, watching his lips part, his cheeks hollow out. I felt the pressure and the wet heat of his mouth as he began to suck. When I knotted my hand in his hair, tugging gently but firmly, wanting him to take more, his low, languid moan made me cry out.

His hands slid under my ass, squeezing tight and then releasing, over and over, the continual motion of his fingertips grazing between my cheeks making me writhe in his grip. I whimpered his name as his tongue stroked over me from balls to crown, his hands occupied with parting my cheeks, letting his saliva roll down between them. I was so ready for him, wanting to feel him inside of me, and when I bucked up into him, I was certain he would stop the delicious torture and fuck me.

He opened his throat instead, taking all of me down the back.

“Fuck, Carson!” I yelled, unable to stop my rhythm, pumping in and out of his mouth, feeling the throb of need so sharp, so electric, that I knew I was out of control. “Stop or you’re gonna be swallowing cum.”

He pulled away, the long string of saliva running from his puffy pink lips to my cock the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

“I would,” he husked, staring at me with a besotted expression that made my stomach flutter, “swallow for you.”

Never in my life had I wanted anyone as much. “Put on a condom now,” I demanded.

But he was gone, checked out, not listening to me, instead rolling me over onto my stomach, rough with me as he yanked me to my hands and knees, his callused hands smoothing over my ass before parting my cheeks.

I was shaking and I knew it. “Carson, what are you—”

“Shut up,” he growled before he licked over my puckered hole and I screamed.

No one I had ever been in bed with had rimmed me. It was hot… and it felt… his tongue pushed inside me, his stubble scratched sensitive tender flesh, and I was howling and there was nothing to be done. “I….”

“I’m gonna use the lube.”

“Okay, yeah, do that.”

He bit down hard into my ass—and it felt so good—at the same time I heard the cap of the lube before a finger pressed inside me.

“Oh God.” He sounded like he was in pain.

“Is it good, watching your finger slide into my ass?”

“Yes… yes….”

I pushed back on it, harder and harder until he added the second. The two inside me, scissoring apart, curling forward, grazing over my prostate, sent a roll of heat through me.

“You need to fuck me already, because I’m gonna come.”

But he didn’t.

He grabbed me instead, rolled me over on my back, and his mouth slammed down on top of mine, his tongue running over my bottom lip, demanding entrance. I opened for him, and he had one hand on the back of my neck, holding me still so he could devour me at the same time that fingers, three at once, massaged inside of me. I sucked his tongue hard and drew up my knees so he could rub and press and stroke over my prostate again and again. When I shoved him back, breaking the kiss, I saw the hooded eyes and recognized that he was as slick with sweat as I was.

“Only got one shot at this? Wanted to make sure you saw it all?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, and I saw how close he was to unleashing himself on me.

“Okay.” I smiled up at him, lifting one leg so my ankle was on his shoulder.

“I want you,” he said, but it was low, almost scary. “And I want you to want me back.”

“I do, I promise. Now give yourself to me. Let me feel you.”

The noise he made was one of total agony.

“Carson!”

My legs were lifted up over his wide shoulders as he leaned forward and pressed the tip of his sheathed, slippery cock to my entrance.

“Please,” I begged, which apparently annihilated any conscious thought he had left. He pushed into me hard, and I cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure, because he didn’t stop, just pressed in and in until he was buried to the hilt inside of me.



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