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“Gonna feel so good on your cock, baby,” I answer, then gasp as his finger brushes over me, sparks shooting up my spine. “Fuck, there, yeah, ah, fuck.” I grit my teeth as sensation threatens to make me cum. “Stop, fuck.”

He stills immediately. “Am I hurting you?”

I pant and chuckle down at him. “No, babe, too good. Don’t want to cum yet.”

Relief washes over his face and he moves his finger off of my prostate.

“Give me another finger,” I instruct.

He pours lube over his hand, too much probably, then withdraws and re-enters with two of his fingers. I bear down and he is quickly all the way in.

“Stroke and spread them.”

I groan as he does as he’s told. Soon I am quivering. God, I need his cock.

“One more, then fuck me,” I pant.

He watches my face in complete fascination as he fits three of those big fingers into me. I’m careful not to wince at the burn as I know he is afraid of hurting me. The sting recedes, and soon I am moaning. “Oh, yeah, baby, just like that. Fuck, give me your cock now.”

He pulls his fingers out and slicks his cock with more lube, then shuffles between my legs, notching his head to my hole, and staring into my eyes, those bright blues gleaming. I nod and he presses against my entrance. I bear down and he slides right in.

“Oh, shit,” he moans. “Fuck, Ben, so hot inside, oh god, so tight.”

“Don’t stop, baby, give it all to me,” I moan, tugging on his ass, pulling him hard and he sinks in until his hips meet mine. Goddamn, that is glorious.

He is trembling above me, holding his body above me on bulging arms. I loop my elbows under my knees, pulling my ass up higher.

“Move, baby,” I groan. “Make us fly.”

“Fuck, Ben, you feel so good. I’m not going to last long,” he says, shuddering.

“No cumming until I tell you,” I demand.

“Oh, fuck,” he whines.

“Now move.”

My beautiful man does as he’s told and slowly pulls back, then slides in.

“Oh, fuck, so good,” he moans, his head dropping as he struggles and pants.

“Yeah, more, pound me,” I groan.

“Shiiiit,” he keens as he starts to go harder, snapping his hips into mine.

“More!” I yell, slapping a hand on his ass. “Come on, give it to me!”

“God, Ben, killing me,” he sobs, shifting further onto his knees and finally pounding into me.

“Ohhh, yeahhhh,” I gasp, “like that, god, like that, don’t stop.”

I shift my hips up to change the angle and BAM he is on my prostate and I yell, “Ah! Fuck! Yes! There!” I start to stroke my cock in time with his thrusts.

“Beeeeennnnnn,” he sobs, “pleeeeease.”

“Don’t you fucking stop,” I demand, “Eyes on me!”

He forces those blues to meet mine and I see desperation in his wide, blown out pupils. Sweat is running down his temples as he pumps into me. He is working so hard to please me, my gorgeous man. And I’m gone. I cum in jets, spraying my belly up to my chin, spurting with each thrust of his glorious cock, clamping around him until his cock swells inside me.