Page 32 of Badd Love
I leaned toward him, whispered in his ear. "You gotta relax, Dane. I won’t hurt you, I promise."
"It's…fuck. It's just…a little…weird," he panted through gritted teeth.
I pulsed my grip around his cock while simultaneously pulsing my finger further in, millimeter by millimeter. "Breathe, Dane. Relax. Breathe and relax."
To his credit, he listened. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs, and then let it out slowly while consciously relaxing his muscles. Bit by bit, his body unclenched—toes uncurled, thighs unbunched, abs went slack…and his asshole loosened, allowing me a little deeper, up to the first knuckle. His cock jumped as I curled my finger inside him, pressing against his taint from the inside.
"Linz!" he shouted. "FUCK!"
"Yeah?" I crooned. "Nowyou get it?"
"Yes!" he rasped, his voice hoarse and ragged. "Please, please let me come."
I squeezed his cock tighter while rhythmically pulsing my finger in and out—not really moving very far, just giving the impression of it. Enough to stimulate him for his first time. I felt him throb in my hand, his cock swelling as he reached the point of no return, his abs tightening and relaxing as he tried to thrust.
His eyes flew open and met mine. "Linz—fuck, please. I'm begging. I can't—I have to—fuck, please. Please. I'm literally begging."
I grinned as I squeezed his root once more, pulsing my finger a little deeper and pressing against his prostate. His groan started loud and quickly turned gravelly and raw as his desperation mounted, every muscle now tensed all over again as his body tried to release but couldn't, prevented by my grip.
“Ready, Dane?" I whispered, ghosting my lips against his. “Open your eyes, big boy, and watch this."
His eyes snapped open and he glanced at me first, his gaze fraught with emotions I refused to acknowledge or name. "Linz—Jesus. I—oh god, oh god!" A gasping, writhing arch of his body. “Lindsey....”
I released my grip at that exact moment when he whispered my name. His whole body bucked upward as his climax blasted through him, starting with a tightening and pulsing of his taut, soft ball sack, followed by an isometric clenching of his muscles from head to toe. His teeth clenched so hard I saw his jaw ticking—I could swear I heard his molars creak under the strain of his clenching. I watched his beautiful, hard, shredded body writhe and flex, watched his gorgeous, rugged face go through a myriad of emotions.
And then…I pumped his cock. Hard and fast, merciless and rough. I spat into my hand and coated his thick shaft with nature's lubricant, and now my fist slid easily slick on his cock and he arched, jaw open, eyes fluttering as he tried to watch, fighting his body's natural inclination to shut his eyes.
"Watch, Dane," I whispered. "Now. Come for me, big boy. Gimme all your cum."
Groaning raggedly, he obeyed me like a good boy. Furiously pumping his cock, I pulsed my finger inside him, felt him grip my finger as he tensed tighter yet, his whole body locked in a paroxysm of release.
A hot ribbon of cum jetted out of him, laying in a thick white stripe over his belly—he came with such force that it splashedover his diaphragm and onto his chest. "Linz!" he shouted, his voice raw and wild. "Lindsey!"
"Yeah, baby," I whispered in his ear, pumping his cock as fast as my hand would move, blurring up and down on his shaft. "Who's making you come so fucking hard?"
"You are," he growled. "Lindsey! Oh fuck, Linz. Linz!"
"Yes," I hissed, smearing my fist around his head as he shot another load of cum through my fingers, smearing his own hot, viscous cum over his shaft. “Good boy. This ismycock."
Jesus, what's wrong with me? Why would I say that? Fuck, I'm so screwed.
"Yours," he agreed, arching off the bed to spurt again, just as hard and just as much. "Oh fuck, honey, please don't stop."
I claimed his mouth, slashed my lips over his, sucked his tongue into my mouth, and slid my finger out of him—making him grunt abruptly, jerking as he came yet again, all over my fingers and his belly. The puddle of cum was becoming rather voluminous.
He relaxed a little, panting as if he'd run a mile flat-out, growling quietly with each gasping breath. I kept milking his cock, pumping his length slowly now, rifling a series of short, fast, twisting strokes around the head and then giving him a full-length caress. I palmed his heavy balls as I stroked him, then squeezed, traced the seam of his cock from taint to root, and then squeezed again—and got another hot load of thick cum out of him.
He tried to meet my gaze, but his eyes were crossed, and he couldn't seem to focus, groaning quietly as he went boneless on the bed, eyes rolling into the back of his head as I kept massaging his balls and gently caressing his cock even as it began to slacken and lose its rigidity, leaking the last dribbles of cum.
Finally, he was done.
I kept his now-flaccid cock in my cum-coated hand, rested my chin on his chest, and grinned at him like a very self-satisfied Cheshire Cat, watching him as he slowly regained his senses.
"Holy motherfucking shit," he mumbled, his eyes opening and slowly focusing on me. "I mean—goddamn, Linz."
"Figured I owed you at leastonegood orgasm, right?" I said, trying to keep my tone light.
"Wrong," he said. "Don't owe me anything. Now or ever." He blinked, groaning, and rolled to the edge of the bed, working to his feet like a stiff-jointed old man. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna pee everywhere in a second."
