Page 4 of Wedding Wrecker

“That’s it,” I rasp and give his top lip a lick. “Now touch my cock. I know you want to. I’d do it myself, but my hands are kinda busy.” As I squeeze his ass again, I let my fingertips trail over the crack. I can’t wait to dick him down, but he’s too pretty to rush things too much. I’ll be enjoying myself with him.

He looks past me, as if he were afraid we might have company, but then his gaze wanders down the narrow space between our bodies, and he slides one of his hands down my pants, touching me through underwear.

My eyes roll back as I focus on his large hand, and he leans against me, rubbing my throat with his lips and nose as he squeezes my erection through fabric. I like how he smells, all fresh, as if he just showered, not worked in the stables. I move my hands farther, opening his buttocks.

Kyle gasps and shoves his fingers under the waistband of my boxer briefs, pulling them down.

Let’s hope Mrs. Hone doesn’t decide to check up on her son, because I’m not letting him go until he’s a panting mess and smells of my cum.

His eyes widen a bit when he wraps his fingers around my stiff dick and I can’t help but smirk. Yes, Kyle, it’s big. I groan in pleasure and rock my hips against his hand so he gets to know me better.

“Oh fuck,” he mumbles, staring at my cock sliding through his fist. I grunt, pushing him against the wall as I rock my hips against his hand. It’s so damn warm, though I can think of better places for it to be and gently lick his lips.

His brown eyes are so soft now, so very overcome with need their pupils appear smudged all over the irises, making them borderline black.

A shiver goes down my spine when his grip becomes more confident. So many directions in which this fuck could go... But I’m not missing out on his ass just because it would be easier to get head. I want to press my hips against that perfect peach and I’m not giving up on that unless I’m forced to.

Gazing straight into his soul, I pick him up by the ass, and before he can make a peep, I roll us into the soft hay.

He let go of my cock to hold on to me, no doubt afraid I might drop him, but once he’s sprawled on the soft, fragrant bed, with me between his thighs, tension is gone from his expression, and he pulls me in for another kiss. This time, he’s bolder, and his tongue rolls over mine in a way that has me curling my toes, but I grab his wrists and trap them with my hands, because he needs to understand I’m the one in charge.

Breathless, he stares at me from under long black lashes. “You look so good...”

I lean down to lick him from collarbone to jaw, and his dick twitches against me, still trapped in his pants. I’ll help him with that soon enough. “And you look good enough to eat.” If we had the time to shower, I would love to eat his peach of an ass. I love how men squirm when I do that, but right now, I want him on the floor. In the hay where anyone could walk in on us.

He swallows and tugs on my dick again. “What now?” he whispers.

Is he shy? He doesn’t seem so, but to be fair, he is younger. “I’m gonna fuck you. You’ve got the best ass I’ve ever seen,” I add, in case he’s not sure what kind of fuck I mean. I might be too horny to analyze things, but I’m not even lying. His butt looked flawless in the jeans, fit amazingly in my hands, and I can’t wait to see it naked too. Ideally slapping against my hips when I’m balls-deep inside him.

He trembles and shuts his eyes, nodding. “Okay.”

I’m surprised, but the way he rubs my cockhead with his rough fingertip is a potent distraction.

“Okay?” I tease and kiss the underside of his shapely jaw. “How about, please, Logan, I need your dick inside me?” I like to know I’m wanted, but I lift myself enough to give him room before he can speak. “Turn around.”

Kyle’s face is so red right now, its flesh would likely taste like a ripe fruit if I bit in, but he rolls over without hesitation, straight to his hands and knees. I’m once again struck by the beauty of his ass, and he gasps when I kneel behind him, resting my cock on his still-clad backside.

I want to come on his flushed skin.

“Please, Logan. I want your dick inside me,” Kyle whispers, glancing over his shoulder.

He’s such a good boy.

I exhale with a shiver that goes straight to my dick. I love a bottom who knows their place. And that’s under me.

I lean over him to steal another kiss from his lips and press my cock harder against him in the process. I want to let him feel it before I even slide inside. “All yours, sweet thing.”

I slip my hand under the front of his shirt, and his stomach tightens under my touch. I reach my goal when I squeeze his pec and pinch his nipple. I never stop rocking against him as if I’m fucking him already, and with my other hand, I finally open his belt.

He whimpers, pushing back into my hips before rolling them back and forth without pulling away from my cock. “Yes.”

When I unzip his jeans, my breath is raspy from excitement. I don’t even tease him anymore by lowering his pants first. Both the jeans and his underwear go down at once to reveal the most exquisite ass I’ve ever seen. I knead its juicy globes, enjoying the bit of fuzz. Not even a fucking pimple. Kyle could be a jockstrap model if he wanted to. He’s muscular, but his buttocks still have a bit of fat and bounce to them.

I’m an ass man. Sue me.

“Legs wider,” I rasp. He doesn’t need to, but I want to see him do as told, to follow my lead.

He doesn’t question me and widens his knees as far as he can with the jeans still on. His balls and hard cock hang between his spread thighs, waiting for touch, but he’s being nice and obedient, so he hasn’t tried to jerk off yet, as if he senses what I want from him. I will reward him when the time comes, because men like him are a gift to me.