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James smiled. “Now, roll onto your front like a good submissive so that I can prick that perfect bottom of yours.”
A shiver of excitement ran through me as I complied. James immediately climbed between my legs, nudging my feet further apart. I heard him dripping spittle into my cleft, and a moment later, the smooth head of his manhood slid up and down across my twitching hole, which eagerly awaited his attention. He positioned himself, then eased forward, stretching my sensitive skin in a wonderfully gentle manner. I whimpered, and he paused, then pushed gently, sliding further into me.
“So warm, and tight,” James murmured. He lowered himself until his body molded along my back, warming my skin. His hardness moved inside me, sliding deeper, and I squeaked again, thrilled by the way he rubbed against me.
When he withdrew an inch, I arched and groaned, whimpering, and then he slid deeper, filling me until my body shook with animal panic. To have him push so far into me while he pinned me down, leaving me no way to escape, was an incredible thrill.
“Are you comfortable with my . . . hard prick deep inside you?”
“Mm . . .” was all I could manage. His rude words thrilled me.
“You can feel my stiff length?”
“Mm-hm.”
“Tell me how it feels. In words, not grunts.”
“Deep,” I managed. “Hot. Wonderful.”
“I’ll prick you deep and hard until I climax.”
“Yes . . . hard.”
“I’ll fill you with my hot seed.”
“Yes. Hot . . . uhh!”
And so he did as he’d promised, pushing deep into me, slowly at first, but faster and faster until our bodies slapped together. Trapped underneath him, I whimpered and groaned, cried and pleaded, although none of my words were formed properly. In truth, I’m certain only broken noises reached his ears, but he made no mention of this, only pulling himself tightly against me so his loins could hammer my mind into a swirling oblivion. I clung to the bed covers with all my strength, riding the thunderstorm that was James’s heated body. I braced myself for the increasingly deep thrusts.
“I can’t . . . last . . . much longer,” he groaned into my ear. “I’m going to . . . fill you with cream . . . Isaac . . . uhh . . . yes . . . it’s coming . . . my climax . . . coming now!” He thrust harder than ever, forcing himself so firmly against me, the top of my head slid into the wall.
“Yes, yes, uhh, yess!” He bucked, shook, twitched, then pumped me full of warmth. “Do you feel it inside you?” he whispered. “Is it warm and wet?”
“Uhh . . too . . . much . . . uhh!” My limbs trembled and my heart thumped. I wheezed in desperately needed breaths, for my chest felt crushed.
