Messy Love (Stumbling into Love 3)

“Fuck yesss,” I hissed, then nearly died when he rubbed my prostate.

“You want my cock?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What?” he asked, and I knew what he meant.

“Don’t make me say it.”

“Please, baby. Tell me what you want.”

How could I deny him? The truth was, I didn’t want to. I wanted him to know, and I wanted him to tell me to say it.

“Tell me,” Danny ordered.

“I want your cock.”

“There you go. Fuck yeah.” Danny stretched over me, grabbing a condom from the drawer. “Roll over.”

My body automatically tensed up. I hadn’t expected that. I thought he would just do it from behind.

“You don’t want to?” He rolled the condom down his shaft.

It felt too vulnerable, having him be able to look me in the eyes while he fucked me. Like he would see how much I needed it, needed him. I turned slightly, just enough so our gazes could lock. Danny cocked his head, studying me. He was good at deciphering what I wanted or what I couldn’t bring myself to say.

“Okay. We’ll do it like this, but at some point, I’m going to want to stare into that sexy face of yours while I dick you down.”

Damned if my cheeks didn’t flush hot.

“Push up higher, though.” He smacked my ass cheek.

“Oh fuck.”

Danny grinned. “You like that? You want me to spank you sometime?”

“Shut up and fuck me.” I tried for nonchalant, like it was easy for me to say and keep the mood light. I pushed up onto my hands and knees.

Danny knelt behind me, rubbed a hand over where he’d just slapped. “Jesus, look at you, ass up, waiting for me. You’re so goddamned hot, and I don’t even think you see it.”

I trembled as I heard him lubing his cock, as wet fingers rubbed at me again, and then he was there, pushing at my rim, trying to work his way inside. He reached around me for my dick, which, embarrassingly, had gone soft.

“Relax, baby. It’s just me. Let me in. Let me make you feel good. I’ve never wanted inside someone as much as I do you.” He kissed my spine, tried to stroke me to life again. “I don’t think you know what you do to me. How much I want you. How you make me feel. You got me all wrapped up in you, and you don’t even know it, do you?”

Blood shot toward my groin, filled my cock as I pushed my ass back toward him.

“That’s it. You’re so good for me. Bear down just a little so I can take you. You want it so much, don’t you? Wanna give me your sweet hole.”

My head spun. My body turned weak, like one more word and I’d lose the battle, dissolving into nothing but my need for him.

I did what Danny said. He pushed at me again, and it was…weird, but then he was there, the head of his cock easing past the first ring of muscle. He worked his way in slowly, talking to me and alternating between stroking my erection, my flank, my back, telling me how sexy I was, how beautiful. No one had called me beautiful before. I hadn’t thought I’d like it, but I felt it with him.

When his groin met my ass, me stretched to the brim, he stopped, breathed out. “You are so hot and tight. I can’t believe you’re giving me your ass.” He rubbed a hand up my back, caressed my nape, then journeyed down again. “You okay?”

“Yeah…just feels a little strange. Like something is where it doesn’t belong.”

Danny chuckled. “Pretty soon, you won’t feel right unless I’m taking you. Let’s get you feeling better.”

He pumped lube into his hand, reached around, and stroked me as he began slow, measured thrusts.

He talked dirty to me because he knew I liked that shit. Told me how it felt inside me, how good I was for him, how hot. Each word ramped up my desire, made my world spin, made my body mold to him and crave more.

“More.” I fisted my hands in the pillow again. “Fuck, I need more.”

Danny sped up, fucked me harder. His body slapped against mine, the sound in tune to the more, more, more in my head. It was all I could seem to think—that one word. This feeling was everything yet not enough.

“Fuck, I love watching my dick spear you, love watching it slide in and out of my favorite fucking hole.”

Each pump of his hips filled me with more pleasure. My balls were full. I was aching as I began to thrust back against him.

“That’s it. Take what you need from me. Milk my cock.”

“Oh fuck…fuck.” His hold on me tightened. He railed into me harder, then reached around, wrapping his fist around my shaft again. That was all it took. My world splintered. Color danced behind my eyelids as I let go, shot my load, felt like my whole damn soul went along with it.