Page 16 of MOM

He turns around, and I get started, working my way up from one solitary finger until he's stretched open enough to take four. I spread the fingers out, expanding his gape as much as I can. I really wish I had a toy with me so I could work on the depth, not just the width, but I'll just have to conjure up all my willpower and take it nice and easy on him.

Actually…that gives me an idea.

"Come here."

I help spin him around as I slide down the bed. He lifts a leg to mount me, and I hold on to his narrow waist to support him. He really is exquisite, lean and lithe. The perfect size for me.

"I want you to be in control," I say, letting go of him to grease up my hog. "Take your time. Go as slow as you like." When he rolls his eyes, I toss the lube aside and grip him by the waist again with slippery hands. "I mean it, Decker. I don't want you hurting yourself. We've got eight hours, remember? We can pace ourselves."

That seems to get through to him, and he nods. "Got it."

He lowers himself until my tip is lined up with his hole. "Slow," I repeat in a low rumble.

"Sure, slow."

I wasn't sure if he would, but thankfully, he obeys, easing himself onto my fat dick with control and care.

About halfway down, he starts breathing heavily.

"That's it," I murmur. "You're doing great."

"So full," he moans, his eyes fluttering shut, his hard dick twitching.

"You can stop if you like."

His eyes snap open, and he scowls at me like I've offended him. "Never."

He keeps going, grinding down onto me inch by inch by inch until he's finally all the way down.

"Whoaaa…" he moans on averylong exhale.

"How are you feeling?" I ask, caressing the side of his face.

"So fucking good."

My chest floods with heat, and I grin. I want to make Decker feel good in all the ways, not just physically.

After a few more deep breaths, he starts rolling his hips, and it sends ten thousand volts of pleasure shooting through me.

"How areyoufeeling?" he asks, smiling cheekily, like he might already have the answer.

"So good. You're so beautiful, ba—" I manage to catch myself before the word slips out.

Decker narrows his eyes for a second then grins. "My ass is that good, huh?"

"Even better than chicken and rice," I joke.

"I'll show you how much better it is."

The gentle hip rolls get replaced by him pounding down on me aggressively with a look of pure determination in his eyes, like he's showing me he's the one fucking me.

I live for it, hooking my hands behind my head and watching my hungry pint-sized bottom own my cock. If he wants it, it's all his. My body belongs to him.

I love his cock, too. It's on the smaller side, but it fits perfectly into my hand. I start stroking him in time with his movements.

"Oh, fuck." He throws his head back. "That feels so good."

I jerk him off faster. "Getting close?"