Page 102 of Wayward

I had no idea what that meant, but a moment later his hands were on my ass cheeks, spreading me open before he licked over my hole.

My breath caught, and it was loud.

I heard his filthy chuckle before his tongue speared inside me, and he reached under my hip to stroke my now dripping cock.

“I want to be buried to my balls in your perfect ass,” he rumbled, and I heard the snap of the lube before two slick fingers pressed inside me. “Tell me I can.”

“Yes. Please. Now,” I pleaded with him.

I always thought it would hurt, and it stung for a moment as he stretched me, but his mouth was there, and his tongue, and his fingers, three now, pushing in deep and then easing back, making circles, spreading apart, then spearing deep.

It felt incredible. He was going so slow, taking his time, and then his fingers were gone, only his tongue remaining while he licked and laved, finally sucking on my skin. I was holding my breath, wanting to ride the wave of shivering chills and sparks of electricity dancing over my skin, rolling through me from the inside out.

When his fingers returned, I gasped with the pressure of four, and then in moments of the in and out, back and forth, I was whimpering under him. No one but him would I have ever trusted to see me like that, frowning in desperate need, begging him for more.

“You’re pushing back on my fingers so hard,” he whispered, leaning over me, biting my shoulder, mouthing my nape before kissing and licking back down my spine.

“Gale,” I demanded, loudly this time, and then the head of his cock was there, at my entrance, so big, so wide, before he pushed into my body.

The stretch around his long, hard length made me shiver. The sensation was intense, sharp, not quite pain but close. The counterpoint was his hand on my flagging cock, the friction so perfect, the slide and the catch at the same time, working my flesh, pleasure overwhelming the ache as my muscles relaxed and he slid home, to my core, buried to the hilt.

He didn’t move, letting me get used to him, and then he eased back, only slightly, before thrusting hard.

His name came out of me then, loud and guttural.

“Oh, he likes that,” he whispered in my ear, snapping his hips, driving that much deeper before again withdrawing a fraction.

“I can…oh please, Gale, I fuckin’ can.”

“You can what?” he asked me, hand in my hair, tipping my head so my back bowed and my ass lifted. His hand on my hip was holding me tight and hard, making sure I couldn’t move. I was totally under his power, and he was as turned on as I was.

“I can take it, everything you can give. Just have me.”

He took me at my word.

Starting slow, he shoved inside me, once and then again, gathering speed until he was pounding my ass, driving deeper and faster, riding me hard, each thrust better than the last. When he let go of my hair, I went facedown onto the bed, ass still in the air as he pistoned inside me.

His yell was a surprise, and when he pulled out, it almost hurt with how tight my muscles were clenching around him. I felt empty until he rolled me to my back, shoved a pillow under my hips, and lifted my legs up over his shoulders. When he slid back inside me, I arched up off the bed.

“I knew it would be like this, knew you would feel like home, like you’re made for me,” he murmured as I slipped my hands under the headboard to brace myself for another pounding.

Gripping the top of the headboard, he drove deep, setting a fierce rhythm, rutting inside me, sweat dripping off him as he took his pleasure, an endless loop of thrust and retreat.

I had no idea I could come only with him being inside me, but looking at him, watching the muscles in his arms and shoulders cord, seeing his head fall back, his lips part as he panted, his wet hair stick to his forehead, I was lost. Giving and receiving pleasure at the same time was something I’d never experienced before. I was utterly gone.

I felt the quickening of my orgasm swimming up my spine, felt my balls tighten, my muscles squeezing all around him like a vise, and then a sound I’d never made in my life tore out of my chest and I came, spurting over his abdomen.

“Oh fuck yes,” he snarled, sounding almost angry as he froze above me, and wet warmth filled my channel.

No one had ever been inside me. I’d never had cum leaking out of my ass, and certainly there had never been a man collapsing on top of me, burying his face in my neck, his stubble rubbing over mine. In seconds, his mouth was open on the side of my neck as he kissed and sucked, leaving a mark there before he lifted just enough to look down at my face.

“Oh, Maks, I’m not gonna say anything stupid because sex makes you stupid, and great sex makes you an idiot, but please, please, you can’t ever leave me. We fit perfectly, like I knew we would.” He swallowed hard. “Say yes, that you’re gonna be mine. Say it now.”

“Lot of demands so soon after sex when you’re still buried in my ass.”

“Yeah, no, not sorry. I’m staying right here. Not moving. You feel so good.”

There was so much hope and happiness and possessiveness in his gaze, I had to look away, otherwise I would say something ridiculous.