Page 81 of Mr. Brightside

“Fucking.”

I wince at the intensity of the stretch, running my hands through my hair as waves of pleasure crash over me with each word he says.

“Goood.”

We both moan when he finally bottoms out.

I feel his balls hit my ass cheeks. My own sack tingles with need.

“Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.”

I haven’t taken my eyes off him. I’m hypnotized by his every word. When he finally looks up, he smiles.

It’s not a smirk. It’s not a sneer. It’s a perfect, genuine, effortless smile.

“Fuck, baby. I love being inside you,” he says earnestly.

A second later, his eyes darken.

“Now show me how good you can take it.”

He finally pulls back and begins to move.

He braces himself on my thighs, using my body to get deeper, to give himself more leverage. He’s got the angle figured out before I even have time to process what’s happening. I can feel the head of his dick nudging at my prostate with each and every thrust. I had no idea it could be like this—that it could feel this fucking good.

“Fuck, baby,” he hisses as he thrusts with a force that has me levitating out of my body. “There’s no way I can do this for long when you feel this fucking good. I have to get you there. I need to make you come.”

My eyes roll back in my head, and his face screws up in concentration. I’m mesmerized by the sheen of sweat coating his naked, gorgeous body. I’m so present—so fully in this, in every possible way.

“Cory,” I groan. “Fuck, baby. Fuck… Touch me. Please touch me.”

He grunts in response, then moves his hands from my thighs and wraps one hand around my aching cock. The contact is everything as he finds a rhythm that matches every rut into my body. He’s ramming into me with brute force, and his balls are slapping my ass with each thrust.

But the way he’s wrapping his hand around my dick is where I really feel our connection. He holds me tenderly, lovingly. He strokes me like my pleasure is his only priority.

“Give me what’s mine, Jake. Show me how good you can take it. I want your cum to shoot out of you so hard you pass out. Give it to me, baby. Give it to me now.”

Fuck. Fuck.Fuckkk.

I curse through my release: Bucking. Convulsing. Thrashing with his dick in my ass. I do just what he asks of me, orgasming so hard everything goes fuzzy, and my vision tunnels while I come. He growls his own release, his cock pulsating over and over again, emptying inside me. I bear down and clench him appreciatively, drawing out his pleasure as he collapses against my chest.

We both say nothing, instead clinging to each other’s sticky, sweaty bodies, panting through what can only be described as an existential, soul-shattering, earth-shifting experience.

That was it. That was everything. That was love, in its purest, rawest, most carnal form.

More tears prick behind my eyes, but this time, I let them fall. Nothing hurts when he’s holding me. Everything feels right when we’re together like this.

Cory lifts me up. He sees me. He knows me. He gets me.

He’s everything I never knew I needed. He’s more than I ever thought I deserved. Now that I’ve found him—now that I’ve experienced this—I’m never letting him go.

Chapter 33

Cory

Howdidanightthat felt so hopelessly delicate transform into something so beautiful?

I’ve been sleeping with this man for weeks, and yet I’ve never seen him respond and open up the way he did for me tonight. He unraveled at my words. He preened when I praised him.