“Are you ready?” Taylor’s voice jolted me from my thoughts, and I felt the thick head of his cock pressing against my hole.
“Yeah. Need you.”
“Don’t worry, sweet boy,” Taylor said, one hand caressing my cheek. “I’m going to give you everything you need.” He pushed in slowly, splitting me open with his thick cock. I groaned as he filled me, almost wishing I’d worn a larger plug, but the burn soon gave way to the blissful fullness I always felt when Taylor was inside me. He stilled as he bottomed out, fingers stroking over my bare skin. “God, you look so fucking sexy like this. I’m so fucking happy you’re mine.”
“Always.” My fingers gripped the sheets as Taylor thrust his hips gently. “I’ll always be yours. Love you so much.”
“I love you too.” He pulled out slowly, until just the tip was inside me. “But I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”
I’d barely processed the words before he slammed deep inside me, burying his cock in my ass. I gasped, trying to force air into my lungs as Taylor began to fuck me, hard and deep and so fucking perfect. It was everything I wanted, everything I needed, and all I could do was hang on for the ride. Whines and moans fell from my lips, mixed with half words that made no sense except for the occasional begging note for more and the desperate cries of Taylor’s name. An electric current of pleasure zipped through me, building with every thrust of Taylor’s perfect cock, until it was a storm. Every inch of me felt alive with sensation and the tiniest touches seemed to burn my skin. I cried out as Taylor ran his hand up my spine, gripping my shoulder.
“Come here, sweet boy,” he said, voice rough with desire. He slowed for a second, easing me back onto my knees and pulling me flush against him. His chest was tacky with sweat, and the heat from his body radiated into mine. Taylor caressed my jaw, turning my head so he could take my mouth in a messy kiss as he drove his cock into me slowly, hitting that spot inside me so perfectly I cried out against his lips.
“So beautiful for me.” His words were punctuated with kisses, each one soft, loving, and full of heat. “So goddamn gorgeous. You look so fucking good wearing what I bought you. Love seeing you all dressed up for me. Can’t believe you’re mine. You’re so fucking perfect.”
“You say that a lot.”
“Because it’s true. You’re amazing and beautiful and perfect, Simon.”
“I’m not,” I said, or at least started to say, because Taylor growled as soon as I started to deny it.
“Yes, you fucking are. And you are not allowed to be mean to yourself, or I’ll spank your pretty ass and I won’t let you come.” His hand smacked my cheek lightly, and I remembered the way he’d spanked me when he’d first come home, and the way the delicious heat had bloomed against my skin.
“Fuck. You’re so mean.”
“Well, you’d better be nice to yourself.” He thrust in deep again, grinding his dick into me and holding my hip tightly, pulling me onto his cock.
“I-I promise,” I said, even though it was getting really fucking difficult to form any sort of sentence because I was overwhelmed with love and pleasure.
“Good boy.” He eased his cock out of me. “Now, turn over. I want to watch you come.”
I nodded, lowering myself to the bed and rolling onto my back, grabbing a couple of pillows from the top of the bed to shove under my hips. I spread my legs wide, my cock hard and leaking against my stomach. I knew it wouldn’t take much to get me off, but I wanted Taylor to be buried inside me when I came. Taylor smirked down at me, his hand lazily stroking his perfect cock. Fuck, I needed him.
I opened my mouth, but Taylor leant down, silencing me with a kiss. His cock pushed inside me again, and I moaned.
“Is that what you wanted?”
I nodded. “Yeah, fuck. Please, Taylor. More.”
Taylor nipped at my lip, his tongue pushing inside me as he began to fuck me again. He sat back on his heels, hands pushing my stockinged thighs open, spreading me wide for him as he pounded me. His cock dragged over my prostate with every move, flooding me with pleasure, and the storm inside me became a hurricane. I was so fucking close, all I needed was one tiny touch. Then Taylor’s fingers closed around my aching cock, twisting over the slick head and smearing precum down my shaft, jacking me at the same pace as his thrusts.
“Come for me,” he said.
And I did. My orgasm hurtled through me, and I cried out as cum splashed across my abdomen, hitting my skin and the top of my garter-belt. Not that I cared. I was too lost to the pleasure that had sent me soaring. Taylor grunted as my muscles tightened around him, pulling his cock deeper into me.
“Fuck. So close.” His voice was deep and wrecked, the same way it always was when he was close to coming. It had fast become one of my favourite sounds. I whined as he pulled out, but as he stripped off the condom, excitement flooded me.
“Yeah. Need your cum,” I said, trying to hurriedly wiggle myself into a sitting position in front of Taylor while my aching muscles protested at having to move so soon after my orgasm. It would be worth it though. Taylor was jacking himself hard and fast, desperation and desire etched on his face. “Mark me up.”
Taylor moaned; his eyes locked on mine. “Gonna, fuck, gonna come.”
I closed my eyes, and a second later stripes of hot cum painted my face. I smiled, sticking
