Chapter 13

I was able to press back against him after a minute, and then he pulled out and plunged back in. Brandon was in no hurry. He allowed me to get used to being fucked. But soon, I wanted more.

I wrapped my legs and arms around him like before in the living room and attacked his mouth with furious kisses, filled with abandon, moving with the rhythm he set that sped up with each thrust.

Soon, we were grunting at each other, a messy mating of lips and sweat making us slip and slide and strain for that perfect grip. I had never felt so owned, so adored as I did being taken with authority and skill by my lover. He reached between us to jack my cock, quick and dirty, ordering me to come, and come now.

Release crept up on me and I cried out something unintelligible as I squeezed him tight within me, the world falling away as I let go and let someone else catch me for a change.