Matt and Jason Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 04

... completely. Face fucking him. With one hand tickling him behind his balls, the other reaching up and grinding against his hairy pecs. Tweaking his nipples. At one point, Matt's hand found mine, and he dragged it roughly across his chest. Using me to massage his own chest. Matt writhed and thrashed underneath me. At one point I pulled his hand down to my face and suckled his fingers. Suckled them hard, like they were his cock. He roughly ran his spit-slick fingers across my face. The feel of him. Rough. Desperate. He fucking moaned, like I was electric to his touch. It was all so fucking intense.

But it was only step one of my plan. From the minute I had woken up, I needed--fuckingneeded--his cock up inside me. God, I needed it. Fuck, if it didn't sound like a bad romance novel, my ass was fucking aching for him. The butterflies in my stomach had turned into a flock of fucking raptors. I was hornier than a fucking bitch in heat. I needed his cock, and was not afraid to admit it.

I coughed up some natural lube and reached back to smear it on my butthole. Then I crawled up on top of him, straddling his hips, and lined myself up. I pushed out like I was taking the world's biggest dump...

...and then I fucking slammed my body down his rock-hard cock. Hard.

We both bellowed. I was grateful the man didn't have neighbors.

FUCK he was so fucking BIG. Thank God I was somewhat used to him or I couldn't have pulled it off, but I wanted--I fuckingneeded--that raw power of ...

... his cock ripping me open. Filling me to the hilt. Feeling his cockhead as it dug inside me, not stopping for anything. GOD. That feeling of penetration. Fucking DEEP. My body exploded into light. Fire. Wild electricity arcing across me. Filling me. My head dizzy. I threw back my head back, alternating explosive gasps and explosive groans. FIRE. LIGHT. FIREANDLIGHT. My hands grabbed ahold of him like a fucking dinosaur. I bottomed out and let the feelings wash over me. FUCK. THIS IS WHAT I NEEDED. I was FUCKING ALIVE. And so was Matt. The feelings of that first rush of penetration had blasted through him, too. Through my own haze, I realized Matt was roaring himself. He had grabbed onto me as hard as I had to him, gripping my pecs like he was trying to rip me apart with his bare hands. His eyes were wild, fucking violent. It fueled me. I slammed my body forward, rocking, wanting his dick in every part of me. Needing to be filled. Needing him triggering things inside me only another man could reach. I was riding him rough, like a fucking rodeo bull. Forward and back. Forward and back. The force of our motion rocking the entire bed, which groaned itself in encouragement, adding its sound to ours. "FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK MAN! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!! FUCK!!" Our bodies slammed together in unison. Desperate in our shared need. The fire built inside me. GOD I NEEDED THIS. My rocking became circles. Big fat circles, needing his cock. Lightning. I fucking needed his cock. NEEDED.

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