The Making of Matt (Souls of the Knight 3)

I could only nod.

I sucked in a deep breath which got caught in my throat when he nudged himself inside. It stung as my body tried to reject him, but he pushed past the resistance, making my ass contract and suck him all the way in.

“Does that feel okay?”

Forcing a heavy breath out of pursed lips, I raised my hand. “Stop. Just gimme a second.”

He leaned forward, his cock twitching inside me, and traced my lips with his finger. “I’ll go as slow as you need.”

Raising my head, I pushed him back onto his knees so I could see what he was doing to my body. My dick began to swell at the sight of him entering me and I focused on the sensation in my ass.

“Move,” I said, the word a dull whimper.

He waited for a moment before slowly withdrawing and sliding back in again. “Oh God…” I murmured, surprised to find the burn had subsided. I hadn’t just adjusted to him, I craved him.

The ring of muscle relaxed around him as he stretched me a little more with each shallow thrust. My ass felt so full in the most exquisite of ways and every time he pushed back inside it sparked unfamiliar, yet fucking amazing, sensations in my dick.

“Go faster,” I said, my voice hoarse and pleading.

His speed increased just a little, but he delved even deeper, hitting a part of me I didn’t even know existed.

“You feel amazing,” he said, tipping his head back and exposing the strong, pulsating vein in his neck. “So tight around my cock.”

Reaching out, I ran the pads of my fingers along the contours of his abs, gliding effortlessly across the soft skin that was misted with a light sheen of sweat.

“Holy shit, Alex. More.” I gasped. “I need more of you.”

Hooking my knees over his forearms, he guided them over his shoulder, dragging my ass a little further down the bed. A demanding growl shot out of his throat and his tender plunges disappeared, replaced with fast, harsh pounds.

“Oh my…fuck!” I cried out, dropping my hands to the side and fisting the sheets beneath me. “Ah, yes. Just like that.”

Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, Alex panted, his dark blue eyes locking onto mine.

“Does that feel good?” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Do you like me fucking your ass?”

“Hell yes,” I groaned, breathless. “You feel…” My words fell away as he drove into me so hard I could barely breathe. “Feels so fucking good.”

My hand went for my cock but Alex batted it away, wrapping his own fingers around it, squeezing and relaxing as he jerked me off. The speed of his wrist matched that of his hips, causing such an intense rush of pleasure to rip through my body I feared it would destroy me.

“I can’t hold off much longer,” Alex said, his words muffled by heavy breaths.

“Then don’t,” I ground out. “Let go, Alex.”

His hand was a blur as it assaulted my cock. My shaft pulsated in his grip as a violent shiver swam down my spine. I arched my back, forcing myself deeper into his fist.

“I’m gonna come, Matt. Gonna come so fucking hard.”

Glowing heat slithered across his neck and he called my name over and over again with every thrust into my body. I knew the second he came. I felt it. He exhaled a long, sighing breath like he’d been holding it forever and his cock twitched deep in my hole.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, my orgasm tearing through my aching balls and up into my cock. “Alex…” I breathed, the muscles in my jaw clenched. “Fuck, Alex. Oh, fuuuuuck.”

Inhaling sharply, my body shuddered as I shot my load all over his expert hand. He continued to stroke me, relaxing his firm grip and massaging my cum into my throbbing dick.

“You look beautiful when you come,” he said, collapsing on top of my heaving chest, our bodies still one.

“That was…” I trailed off, struggling to find a word that could do what I’d just experienced justice. “It was fucking incredible.”

Alex smiled against my chest, running the tip of his finger up and down my torso. “Have I fallen for a bottom?” he asked, his voice playful.

“Not exclusively. I like fucking you too much.”

“Good.” He grinned, looking up at me. “Because I like that, too.”

Craning his neck, Alex planted a light kiss on my lips, supporting his weight with one hand on the mattress and holding the base of his cock with the other. He pulled out of me slowly and it felt…weird.

“You okay?” he asked, removing the condom and tying a knot in the end of it.

“I feel…” I scanned my brain for the right word. “Kinda…loose.”

A small chuckle spilled from his mouth. “That’ll pass.”

“It’s a good thing you’re smaller than me. Don’t think I’d have a hope in hell of taking my own dick.”