Bound By His Rules {M×M}
He asks, his eyes searching mine, even as his tip presses in, breaching me slowly.
The stretch is immediate, thicker than his fingers, and I nod frantically, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Fuck me slow at first,” I breathe, guiding him deeper.
Inch by inch, he sinks in, my walls hugging him tight. The fullness is perfect, every ridge and pulse of his cock dragging against me.
He bottoms out with a shared moan, stilling to let me adjust. Our breaths mingle, hearts pounding in sync.
Then he starts to move. He gives long, languid thrusts that build the heat anew. I claw at his back, urging him on, the slow-burn reigniting as he claims me completely.