Page 70 of Proof Of Life
“I want you to fuck me.”
“What?” he sputters, choking on his own words.
“It’s all I can think about. How you would feel filling me, stretching me. Fucking into me. I want to know what makes your thighs shake and makes you cry when it’s you taking it.”
“I don’t cry,” he insists, but his voice has gone deep and husky.
“You do. Your eyes grow wet and you blink like a maniac.”
“Whatever. Quit studying my O face. It’s weird.”
“It’s not weird. Your face is the only thing I want to see when you’re coming. I couldn’t stop looking if I tried.”
West chuckles, all low and sexy, and bucks into my fist. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, you won’t ever want to top again.”
I doubt that. Never again feeling West’s body from the inside? Never feeling his tight, warm ass choke my cock and milk it dry? Fuck no! Never. I could never give that up.
I jump out and grab his crutch from inside, and together we make our way to the bedroom where West sits on the edge of the mattress. After a long day in his prosthesis, and the strenuous hike, I want to baby his skin. I grab the bottle of lotion from the nightstand and squirt a healthy dollop into my palm, warming it up before rubbing my hands over his limb.
He sighs with pleasure and relief, his dark eyes heavy and half-closed as he watches me. I rub his red skin with one hand while stroking my cock with the other. Every time I do this, it turns me on. Not because I have some amputee fetish, but because of the intimacy of the act. He’s hiding nothing from me, and his most vulnerable parts are literally in my hands. It’s a heady feeling, that kind of trust.
“Show me what this is doing to you,” he says, nodding at my crotch.
Coming to my feet, I pull my pants off and kick out of them, then my shirt. Standing naked before him, I continue to stroke my cock as he watches me, stroking his own. I could watch him do that for hours. Stroking his perfect cock with tattooed hands, seeing the smooth head become wetter with each pass his fist makes. Fuck. It’s going to feel incredible inside me.
Climbing over him, I cover his body with mine, tasting his skin, his nipples, kissing on his neck. My tongue finds that hollow spot in his throat, the scar from his tracheotomy. West lifts his longer leg, bending it to make a place for me between his thighs. His erection digs into my belly as I continue to tease his nipples until he squirms.
West gasps and maneuvers my body until we’re on our sides with him spooning me from behind. Cold, wet fingers slide between my cheeks. Slowly, carefully, he opens me up, gliding over my hole with teasing touches before pushing the tip of his finger past my tight rim.
“Ugh,” I breathe as he stretches me. It’s not unpleasant, but I know he’s just getting started. He’ll add a couple more before fucking me with his thick cock.
“So hot,” he murmurs. His warm breath ghosting over the back of my neck makes me shiver. “Can’t wait to get inside you.”
Me either.
A second finger pushes inside me, and the long slow strokes brush past my gland, making me see stars. The heat in my belly lights me up from the inside, like a torch, making me desperate for more of him. When he slides a third finger in my tight passage, I can start to feel the burn, but I’m so fucking horny I don’t even care.
“Just fuck me, already.”
“So eager for my cock,” he whispers in my ear before nipping the shell. My nerves are shot, completely overloaded with sensation and lust.
He pushes the fat head of his cock against my pucker, applying pressure until it pops through, and then pulls out and does it again, making me whimper. Fucking whimper. Me, a dedicated top, is fucking whimpering for him like a whore. Next I’ll be moaning and begging for him to fuck me.
He repeats the in and out process three more times, and it feels a lot like dangling a carrot in front of my nose.
Here, you want my cock? Nope, sorry, not yet.
On the fourth pass, he slides in deep. Balls deep.
“Fuck,” I choke, taken by surprise.
Nothing could prepare me for this, no matter how many times he pushes inside me, nor how many fingers he stretches me with. His thick cock sliding in and out of my virgin ass, stroking my gland and making my rim burn with painful pleasure, is a sensation I never could have imagined. Not until I felt it for myself. And now that I have, I’m ready to beg if necessary to get more.
West pulls back, I assume so he can look between our bodies as his hand lands on my cheek, spreading it wide.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come just from watching my dick sink into your ass. When I push in, my cock is so hard and thick, the base stretches your hole wider. And when I pull out, your rim shrinks around my tip. So fucking hot,” he hisses, sliding back in.
My stomach flips, the muscles contracting like spasms. “Shit. I’m gonna come just from listening to you describe it.”