Page 6 of Wedding Wrecker

His voice is definitely soft when he moans, pulling some hay close, as if it's a pillow.

“God, yes. It was so big. It’s… so strange to have it inside,” Kyle mumbles, pushing his hips toward me in a welcoming motion that makes my brain fog up.

He is the perfect bottom. So greedy for dick he’s already rocking back, as if this isn’t at all new to him.

“Good strange I hope,” I mumble against his nape, but I know the answer. I just want to hear it from him.

He nods and tickles my calf with his boot.

As much as I enjoy the view when I look to where my cock slides in and out of him, I want more touch. I want to feel his body shivering. So I lie on top of him, slowly pushing him down into the hay.

He's grinding against me like a little bitch in heat and I'm eating up every second.

His muscular back arches against my chest as I roll my hips, stabbing into him as we move together in the hay. The danger of someone walking in on us is slim, but it increases the urgency of this fuck, and I nip on his shoulder, focusing on his scent, flavor, and the tight heat of his body.

It’s so rewarding to sleep with a guy who wants me this much, and soon enough, I find myself giving in to my instincts completely, holding him down as my dick pins him to the hay over and over.

I can’t even force myself to gag him with my hand because his moans are so delicious. He’s lost himself in the fuck and it’s glorious to see. My dick is rock-hard in his slippery hole and pulsing with need. I might be experienced but I won’t last much longer.

I saw into him, ecstatic about riding such a beautiful piece of ass, about being his first dick, about getting to stake my claim in him forever. I want him to think of me when the next guy fucks him.

Because with the way he’s whimpering and pressing against me, there will be a next guy in his life. And then many more. No one’s this greedy for dick and sticks to just one.

“So nice and tight for me,” I growl and nip the side of his neck, laying my whole weight on him. My abs are working overtime when I pump my cock into him and I can’t wait to come.

The scent of hay, citrus cologne, and sweat spins in my head as we move together like two animals in heat. But as much as I want this to last, there are limits to my patience, and I groan as my balls tighten, shooting inside his delectable ass.

If only I could keep him around long enough to do some barebacking.

“Yes, oh God,” Kyle mutters, shivering under me, as if the notion of a man coming inside him brought him to the height of arousal.

"Do you feel it?" I mutter breathlessly. "Feel me filling your ass with my spunk?” Not really, but he knows what I mean. He can feel my dick throbbing in his hole, squeezed by his muscles.

I hug him, sliding my hand between his legs and to his stiff cock. I don’t want him to come on the spot, so I tease the cockhead with my thumb as the orgasm rolls through me.

“Yes, yes... Logan, it feels so damn good,” Kyle whispers and grabs my hand, trying to make me apply more pressure to his cock.

I’m feeling so damn lazy, but I’m no selfish lover. For what that lovely ass just did for me, he deserves better than a quick jerk-off. Not that I believe he’ll last long.

I slide my softening dick out and chuckle when he lets out a whine of protest. So needy.

I flip him with ease, and before he knows what’s going on, I descend on his cock with my mouth, taking half of it in one go. He tastes good too. Salty, a bit tart.

I look up to meet his hazy brown gaze as I suck.

He puts one hand over his mouth and touches my hair with the other, breathing fast, as if he were almost at the finish line of a long sprint. I slide two fingers into his slippery hole for good measure. The moment they bottom out inside him, his eyelids press together, his hips jerk up, and then his cum is filling my mouth as he trembles, crying out in the quiet of the stables.

He’s even more gorgeous now than when he was at first sight.

Flushed, his hair messy, eyes glossed over. A wholesome country boy, thoroughly fucked is my favorite flavor when it comes to men. So I swallow it all and only then come up for air. His chest is heaving and I wish to see him naked, but it’s not like the circumstances allow it.

I kiss his softening dick all the way to his pubes and breathe in the intense scent to remember him by it. He strokes my shoulders very gently, as if he worries I could break from firmer touch.

“That was… something,” he says, swallowing but his eyes remain foggy, and limbs—obscenely spread. He is beyond caring at this point.

I don’t blame him for the lack of vocabulary. I laugh. “You’re welcome, but it feels like I’m the one who got the treat.” I can’t force myself to get up yet, so I crawl up his body and lie on top.

Five more minutes.