Page 173 of Shadowman

“Cool.”

Gripping my hip with one hand, he uses the other to guide the tip of his slippery cock up to my waiting hole. I’m shivering almost violently, so hungry for his dick, I fear my ass will suck it in like a vacuum.

“God, baby, I want you…” I whine while he swirls the wet head all over my hole, still dropping featherlight kisses on my neck.

“Yea, you do…” He’s pushing against the resistance of my body, and I relax for him right away. “That’s it, danger boy. You don’t have to play hard to get… I know your ass wants every inch of this thick cock.”

I tremor as he begins to slide in,sobloodyslow, it’s driving me mad. “Ummfff—I’d be offended, but my dick is leaking like a faucet, so whatever.”

He growls a sexy chuckle, following it with a heavy thrust, barreling in until I’mshaking. We both groan, probably too loud.

“Fffuuuck.” Byron drops his forehead onto my shoulder. “That’s a tight pussy, baby…Goddamn.”

“Uhhh… B-Byron,” I whimper. “Fill me.Deeper.”

“Whatever you want, gorgeous…” he croaks, feeding me inches while I’m falling apart at the seams. “You can haveanything, Trev, as long as I get to fuck this sweet ass.”

My heart is opening like a bloom, while everything beneath my waist is searing. His dick ismuchthicker than I remember for some reason.Or I don’t remember it stretching me so wide last time because I was asleep.

Regardless, I love it. I can’t even pretend I don’t. My dick is standing up straight, harder than I’ve ever seen it before. Veins bulging, head all swollen and shiny as beads of precum leak out.

My chest is heaving through labored breaths while Byron stuffs his big cock into my body until he’s up to the hilt. When his pelvis taps my cheeks, my head lolls back onto his shoulder, and he kisses a line up my throat.

“You feel so good.” He caresses my ass and my hips, fingers trailing up and down my sensitive flesh, as if he can’t get enough touch. “Sweetestdamn body I’ve ever fucked…”

“Oh… baby.Byron…”

“You’resowarm, Trev… I’m never taking my dick out of you. Ever.”

I’m dazed, too busy adjusting to his size to notice that he’s not actually moving. He hasn’t moved at all since he made it all the way in. For at least a full minute, we’re just kneeling on the bed, quivering and breathing heavily, my weight resting against his frame behind me.

Still, it doesn’t take long for my body to recognize what it wants…Friction. The itch of desire has my hips wiggling. Chasing more of the delicious burn.

“Hold still,” he scolds, digging his fingertips into me.

Confusion pulls my trembling lips into a pout. “But I want—”

“Don’t care. We’re gonna stay like this… until you come,” he says, matter-of-factly.

Huh…?

“Right, but I’d come much quicker if you—”

“I know that,” he cuts me off with a grunt, sticking to whatever it is he’s doing. Staying completelystill.

His entire body is stiff and unmoving,especiallyhis cock. He’s so hard, it feels like a carved hunk of marble is inside me. And yet, I think I can feel his erection swelling eventhicker… I’m not sure if it really is, or if my muscles are just squeezing him to death. Either way, it feels miraculous, and all I want is for him to bloodymove.

Pull out, then drive back in. Stroke, thrust, pump.Anythingto get the friction going. The primal instinct to fuck in and out of a tight, waiting hole.

This isn’t fucking. This is penetration with no end in sight.

“Byron,” I gripe. Sweating, muscles straining. “I wannamove…”

“I know,” he pants. “My dick is so fucking hard in you, baby…”

“Then just…Fuckme. Please…”

“Uh-uh.”