Caden&Nicolas - Part 2 - Conquering Fear - Sex Stories

Caden&Nicolas - Part 2 - Conquering Fear

... for the fear I thought I saw leaving his eyes. “But are you, babe? Please don’t do this if you aren’t ready yourself.” “I said we’d face our fear together,” he says to me. “And I’m jumping.” Without hesitation he presses into me again, slower this time, exposing me to things I’ve only dreamt about feeling before. Soon his head is inside me and he stops pushing, shakes his hips, does his best to loosen my hole. He doesn’t want to hurt me, and when he pushes in again he hears me whimper and he freezes. “Baby?” “Keep going,” I beg him. “I’m ready.” “I’m ready,” he says and pushes in. I punch the ground, bite my bottom lip, scream into the earth as he goes further in. “UNH,” I moan in pain and punch the ground again. “Fuck! Me! God!” And then I’m crying—literally crying!—and I’m tightening my grip on his hand, digging my nails into his flesh there too until I’m sure blood draws in scarlet beads. “How bad does it hurt, baby?” he asks and stops, nearly half-way in me, his arm starting to shake under my grasp. “Keep going,” is all I can say, but he doesn’t. He pulls back, and I feel like everything we’ve just worked for is screaming in agony as he leaves me… Nearly out… Then pushes back in, harder and faster this time, going deeper than he had before. I claw into the air, rip away as muddy earth clings to broken grass and weeds. He pulls out, pushes back in. I scream, cry, my tears flooding the earth faster than the storm. Lightning pops, I shake, his cock builds inside me as ...

... blood crashes into his member. He moans, pulls out, pushes back in, and holds my hand. Then he bends down, pulls me back up, and rips away at me as he starts to thrust. My back arches into his chest and he buries his face into my neck, hold me tightly with one hand over my chest, his other at the small of my back. Reaching into the heavens my cock aches, full of blood and lust and love and ecstasy. I can feel with each pound it shiver itself, begs for the torment to end. And then just like that, just as quickly as the pain hit, the pleasure takes place and it warms my spine, eases my mind, and makes my heart flutter as he continues to thrust. I can feel him with every thrust, feel the shape of him in me, smaller than I but his girth thicker, filling my void with his soul. Then he stops when he’s sure I can handle it, pulls out of me. As his cock slowly slides away I moan, holler, bite down on my tongue as it aches against his member. “I want to see your face,” he says to me and I fall down on my back. It’s as if he’s done this before with me, as if we’ve always been this close, when he lifts my legs off the ground, holds my thighs to his chest, positions his cock to simply slide back into what it now calls home. Then he’s at it against, thrusting his hips to the sound of thunder, his eyes wide and bright and rolling into the back of his head as he suddenly picks up speed, takes to running into whatever he’s rushing for. Then he throws my legs to the side, throws his body down on ...