Steeling My Heart - DreamNotFound

Chapter 16

"You're not cumming yet, George. I haven't fucked you." I almost cum at his words alone, but instead let out an involuntary moan and he smirks. "Do you like that? When I talk to you that way?" He questions while letting go of my thighs and leaning back over me. All I can do is nod.

Running my hands across his bare, muscular chest, I make my way to his waistband unbuttoning and unzipping it. I use my feet to pull down his jeans and off his legs in a hurry, kicking them to the floor with the rest of the unneeded fabric. I look down and see his growing bulge just before I palm in through his boxers. He lets out a groan and grinds down greedily into my palm while smashing his lips into mine.

I slip my hands in his boxers and grip his length, running my slender fingers up and down his shaft. "Suck." Clay demands as he shoves two fingers into my mouth. I do as I'm told and drown his fingers in hot, wet spit. He throws his head back at the added sensation. "You're doing so good." He praises breathily, causing me to whine and suck harder and continue my movements under the cotton of Clay's boxers at the encouragement.

His fingers leave my mouth as does my hand from his dick. I feel them circling my rim, sending shivers down my spine. "Are you ready, prince?" I nod vigorously. "I need your words baby."

"Yes. Yes, Clay, I want you inside me." I beg.

He looks down at me with adoration, wet fingers still circling my hole, "I love it when you say my name like that." He pushes his index finger inside me, making a gasp fall from my lips. Squirming, I quickly adjust. Nodding as a signal to continue, he slides a second finger in, now moving slowly in and out. I let out a particularly loud moan and arch my back when he hits my spot.

He scissors his fingers to stretch me. After a few moments, I speak up. "Clay, just fuck me already, I can't wait any longer." At this, he pulls out his fingers and grabs the pillow next to my head, lifting my hips and placing it underneath. His hands set themselves firmly on my hips, then brings his mouth to my ear.

"I'm going to ruin you, as promised." He says, whispering, voice only centimeters away from my ear. I feel his tip against my ass and like a reflex, I rock into him with a long whimper, craving the pleasure I know only he can provide. Once again my hips are stilled, but the blond provides, and slowly, his dick pushes into my hole as he gives my lips a long passionate kiss, and a quick breath falls out of my mouth. I squeeze his bicep, surely leaving small crescents.

He is big, but I adjust.  After a few seconds, I nod for him to continue, and he does, this time until he bottoms out and our hips are pressed together. Still slowly kissing my lips, the taller's hips remain unmoving, allowing some of the pain to go. Before I tell him to move I rock experimentally up to him. There is pain, but along with the pleasure, it's welcomed.

I nod. "Okay, you can move. Slowly, please." Clay nods, ensuring to do as told. He knows this is my first time. Slowly, as promised, he pulls out, but not completely, and enters again, with a bit more haste. "Faster." I gasp as he does, now pulling out until only an inch of him is left in and thrusting much quicker and deeper.

"You would like it fast, wouldn't you? Do you like it rough?" His voice is deep and tone demanding.

"Y-yes. I like it rough." I moan.

With every thrust, a breathy moan fills the room. With every thrust, the stimulation grows. He dick hits a new spot and I moan especially loud again, arching my back. "Again." I whimper. He reangles his hips and slams into my spot. I scream at the overstimulation and quickly throw my hand over my mouth, biting down to muffle the noise.

The blond is having none of it, pace and force never changing, he reaches up and pulls my hand away, pinning it against the pillow above my head. "Don't, I want to hear you, Georgie. Want to hear how good I'm making you feel. Want to hear you scream for me and only me." A long sluttish moan leaves my mouth again at his vulgar words and tears form in my eyes. With another snap of his godly hips and perfectly angled thrusts, I do as I'm told and a scream escapes my lips again.

I feel the knot beginning to form in my stomach again and my dick is begging to be touched. With my free hand I remove from his bicep and reach for my aching cock. Before I can soothe the despracy, Clay grabs my wrist, pinning both of them in one hand and uses the other to touch me.

He wraps his large hand around my shaft, pumping once before running his thumb over my pink tip. I throw my head against the pillow and arch my back again. "You look so perfect like this, George, at my mercy." I can't take it anymore.

"Cl-close~~" I try my best to say. He quickens his pace and within a few seconds, white, sticky liquid is on both of our stomachs. His thrusts begin to become more sloppy. "Cl-Clay."

"Don't worry George, I'm close too. You're doing so good for me." He assures, his voice softer now. With each less coordinated thrusts, more tears well up in my eyes and the overstimulation begins to become too much to bear. "I'm close." Clay grunts. "Can- can I-?"

"Yes." I cut him off. With one more thrust, I feel hot, wet liquid fill me. He rides out his high with a few more movements of his hips, and then collapses on top of me. Pants are the only thing besides the low hum of the ceiling keeping the room from silence.