MVP
I opened the trench coat. His eyes sparkled as he took in my naked body. He bit his bottom lip as his cock started to grow in his sweats. He took one last puff of his blunt. The coat slipped off my naked body, and I turned around so he could see the one part of me he had yet to have. We both knew he was about to finally take it tonight.
He wrapped his big strong arms around me, “I’m not going to fuck you tonight.”
I turned around to face him. I just knew he wanted me. To hear him say he wasn’t going to do it was a shock to my system.
“Don’t look disappointed, Papi. I’m going to make love to you because I don’t think…I know I’m in love with you, Tyson.”
I think my heart leaped out from my chest. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, his tongue slid into my mouth like a snake. I closed my mouth around his invading muscle and sucked on it. His soft lips found mine. Sweet kisses flowed as passion erupted between the two of us. The instrumental to “Stranger in Moscow” played in the background.
I could feel his erection pressing against mine. In all the times I had been with him, I had never felt his dick as strong and hard as it was currently. We pulled our lips apart for a moment, and our noses barely touched. Electricity ran through us. I placed my hand on his back and inched my way down his body and onto his ass. I wanted him to remember every touch.
Santiago pulled away and dropped to his knees. He ran his hand up my leg. Slowly, his hand moved up and around my thigh. The back of his hand grazed my balls, and my twitched. I wanted him to touch me there again. He kissed my inner thigh. My dick jumped and leaked some precum. He was careful not to touch my dick. His finger instead pressed against my taint. A soft, low moan escaped my mouth.
Santiago stood up and he pulled me tighter and resumed kissing me. His tongue swirled inside my mouth. I felt so alive and so desired. I ripped his beater with the strength of an ox. He kissed me more passionately and aggressively. My hand found his hardness. I stroked him through his pants. His dick felt bigger and thicker. His blood was pumping for me.
There was something so tranquil and erotic about turning a man on. I could have wrapped myself in that feeling for the rest of my life. Little old me had awakened all those feelings, emotions, and passions in the big bad quarterback. I was still a damn heartthrob. I was a bad bitch. Santiago struggled to keep in dick in his sweats. His tongue continued to dance in my mouth.
I pulled his swollen cock over the waistband of his sweatpants. The tip was glistening with his precum. I took my finger and swiped the head, causing him to moan. I pulled back and looked into those beautiful dark eyes of his. They were full of fire and need. I bit my bottom lip as I took in his gorgeous body.
“You sure you want to do this,” he asked. I could hear the hope in his voice. He was hoping I wouldn’t change my mind. He was hoping that we were on a path back to a better place. Hope could be a dangerous thing.
I quickly dropped to my knees. His one-eye monster looked delicious. The foreskin had rolled back some, exposing the fat pink head of his thick dick. He slapped his slab of meat across my lips twice. His sweatpants dropped to his ankles, and I took his dick into my wet mouth.
My hand stroked and jerked the shaft as I swallowed the head of his member. I slide my tongue along the shaft of his velvety skin. I could taste every thought he had. His knees buckled under my technique. Two hands around his cock, and I took him deeper into my mouth. His nuts jerked and swayed as I sucked him off.
He started moaning as he ran his thick fingers through my scalp. I sucked his dick harder and faster. My lips worked magic on his cock. Santiago began thrusting in and out of my mouth. His dick touched the back of my throat repeatedly. I worked him like a skilled magician, making his troubles and worries disappear.
He pulled me to my feet, and we stumbled back onto the sofa. We sat side by side and kissed. I spread my legs and ran my finger across my twitching tight hole. Santiago ran his finger across mine. I knew what he wanted without him having to say it. I moved my finger, and his finger slid across my ring. He pressed against it, and it sent a chill down my spine.
“You feel so tight,” he said, completely mesmerized.
“I made it tight just for you,” I whispered under my breath.
He smiled and then leaned over and took my dick into his mouth. I let out a loud cry of pleasure. His lips felt so incredible around the head of my pole. His middle finger rubbed back and forth across my hole. It was pure torture feeling his digit play with the outside of my ass. I could feel my rosebud turning puffy from the friction of his dry finger.
My hole moistened as he ran his fingertip across it. When he felt it was naturally wet enough, he inserted his digit inside of me. His finger easily spread my hole as his mouth worked my cock. It felt fantastic as he slowly began to finger fuck me. Very slowly, his finger moved in and out of my hole. Every so often, he would curl his finger and press against my walls. It would make my body shake, and precum flood his mouth.
“On your knees, Papi,” he said as he came up off my dick.
I exhaled and quickly got on my knees. I pushed my ass to him. He spread my cheeks and ran his tongue across my valley and onto my hole. His tongue slid inside my slightly open hole. He pushed deeper inside of me. My body felt like an ocean he was swimming inside of me. His tongue did deep strokes and back strokes inside of me. I could only moan and dig my nails into the cushion on the sofa.
He removed his face from my hole. I felt his heavy pole rest on my puckered hole. He pushed the head against my entrance. It felt so large and powerful. My nerves were completely on edge. I wanted him to take me more than anything in the world. I needed it. I wanted it. I crave it. I fucking deserved it. He rocked his hips back and forth, making his monster tease my pussy.
“Santi,” I whispered. “Please.”
“Santi?” He was intrigued by his new nickname. “I like that. Call me that shit again, Papi.”
I breathed, “Santi!”
The head of his cock breached my hole. It was the most exquisite feeling ever. The large head was like a spear spreading the muscle and fat in my ass. Inch by inch, he sank his cock into me. It was slow and deliberate. My tight ring acted as a seal. The lips of my anus sucked and pulled him deeper inside of me.
His dick went far and deep inside of me. He tapped something that made my dick hard and angry. I wrapped my hand around my member as he started to move in and out of me. Santiago placed his hands on my hips and began to give me what he’d been dying to give me since we first met.
He moved in and out of me. His heavy balls tapped against mine. His pace increased little by little. He wanted my body to get used to him and appreciate what he was supplying me. I felt naughty and empowered by him. His pelvis mashed into my cheeks over and over. Each time he smashed into me, my cakes would bounce and clap.
“Oh my God,” I moaned.
“You feel so good around my dick. I knew you would, baby,” he said as he kissed the back of my neck.
He started to piston his cock in and out of my soaking wet hole. My ring felt so stuffed and stretched. His cock moved through me with purpose. It was intense, brutal, and perfect all at the same time. He pulled out of my, and liquid moisture dripped out of my hole. He placed me on my back.
I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slid back inside of me. His dick moved faster and deeper. He was able to truly take charge of my body. The smile and look on his face told me everything. I was a dream come true for him. He simply devoured me. He ruined me for anyone else, but my God, I loved every moment of it.
“Deeper! Deeper, Santi,” I pleaded and begged.
“I want you always, Tyson,” he confessed with his perfect strokes.
I stroked my swollen dick as he rode me. His strokes grew more intense. Each one sent my body rocking with pleasure. He rolled his hips inside of my hole. I lifted my legs back, giving him better access. He drove his dick deeper inside of me. It felt like he was touching every organ in my body. Sweat dripped from him. I opened my mouth and let some of it fall on my tongue. I wanted his DNA all over and inside of me.
He kissed me. His long tongue slid down the back of my throat. My cock twitched, and then he flipped me onto my knees. His cock slid back in me, and he started to fuck me again. His dick moved in and out of me. I felt the full fury of his power, joy, and pleasure. I had kept it away from him for so long. He had to savor it in case I locked it away again.
I bit down on the pillow as he fucked me harder, faster, and deeper. His dick plowed through me. He opened me at every twist and turn. His strong and powerful hands massaged my fat and juicy glutes. The sofa rocked, and my body bounced as he delivered one mind-blowing stroke after another.
I had put me back on my back. He pushed inside of me. I stroked my cock. I could feel the cum turning and burning inside. His cock swelled inside of me. It felt like my insides were going to explode, and I loved it. I wanted him deep as fuck. My cock twitched in my hands, and I exploded with cum, covering my chest and stomach.
“I’m bout to cum in you,” he said.
He leaned down and kissed me. As we kissed, he slammed his dick deep inside my used hole. I felt his cock throb, and then a warmth filled me. He was finally breeding me. He moaned in my mouth and pumped his cock in and out of me. He fucked me through his release.
“Oooh shit,” he panted as he collapsed on top of me. “You were totally worth the wait. Fuck! I want some more.” He laughed at himself.
“I should get going,” I told him as I pushed him off me.
“Please don’t go. I’ve never told someone I love ‘em. I know you may not feel the same way, but I really don’t want to be alone, Tyson. Please stay. Just snuggle with me. We don’t have to talk or anything. I just want you to feel my love and my nerves. Feel how honest it is.”
I wanted to say no. I should have said no, but for some reason, I didn’t. He had opened up and expressed his heart. I didn’t want him to feel hurt, neglected, or rejected. Santiago held his hand out, and I took it. He led me down the hall to the bedroom he shared with Jessica. I stopped in the doorway as I looked around the massive bedroom.
“Is this where you fucked him,” I asked.
Santiago looked nervously around the room, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
“It’s okay,” I told him as I hid my pain behind a smile.
For hours, we lay in the bed, snuggled up together. I let him be the big spoon. The heat from his big, strong body felt incredible. It made me feel so docile. Every so often, he would kiss the back of my neck. He was trying his hardest to be calm, but I could feel his swollen member pushing into the wedge of my perfect ass. My body wanted that incredible slab of thick meat inside it again.
“I almost forgot what it felt like to snuggle with you,” I confessed.
“Your body feels so good. I can hardly control myself being this close to you. You were the best I ever had. You took it so well for the first time.”
“You weren’t the first, Santiago,” I said slowly and painfully. I wanted him to know that my decision to give it up came from a place of trauma.
He released me from his embrace and sat up, “Dakota?”
I turned over and sat to face him in bed. I reached out and took his hand. His big eyes looked watery. He was truly heartbroken.
“And his friend,” I answered.
“Two?” He jumped out of bed.
He paced back and forth across the floor with both his fist balled. His blood was boiling. I wasn't sure if it was because it was Dakota or just the thought that someone else had what he wanted first. Either way, his anger was on full display. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find it hot. His thick cock swung back and forth like a tree limb smacking his thick thighs. His chest was puffed out, and his neck and face were turning a hue of red.
“Hey,” I called out as I got out of the bed.
“How could you do that, Tyson? You know how bad I wanted you. You told me that night you were ready,” he said as he gritted his teeth.
“I did, but you also slept with my best friend that same night. Your feelings are yours. I can’t tell you how to feel. All I do is be honest. I don’t regret it. I needed to discover things about myself with other people. You live in this world where everyone praises you. You get what you want because no one tells you no. You need to learn that I’m not like them. You don’t get what you want all the time, and you don’t own me. We have never been a couple. We were just two guys fucking with an NDA to protect you.”
He breathed, “I know. I just fuckin’ hate that it wasn’t me sliding into your dripping wet tight pussy first. I didn’t get to mold your insides to fit my dick.”
I whispered, “No one has molded me yet. Maybe instead of being upset, you should take your time and mold my dripping wet tight pussy into your perfect hideaway.”
He licked his lips, “Yeah?”
“Yeah!” I don’t know why I was allowing him more time with my body. I was already confused about my feelings for him and Dakota. I’m sure this was only going to make matters worse than they already were.
Santiago pulled our bodies close. Our lips touched in an explosive kiss that sent shockwaves through my body. I pushed him to the edge of the bed, he took a seat, and I got on my knees. I took his thick cock and gave it a few tugs before taking it into my mouth.
He spread his legs, and I choked on his member. He let out deep moans and sighs that made me feel good. His dick grew thicker in my mouth. I ran my hands over his thick thighs and then across his massive balls. I rolled my tongue around the sensitive head of his dick.
“Suck my dick, Papi,” he moaned.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and rolled my tongue along his shaft. I treated his dick like it was a popsicle. I wanted all the flavors he had to offer. The taste of my ass was still present, and it mixed with his taste to create a flavor worth selling to the general public. Santiago stood me up, and we flipped places. He hiked my legs, exposing my hole.
Santiago kissed my inner thigh, and then he rolled his long tongue across my balls. He moved his chin across my pucker, and then he slid his tongue inside of me. My body wiggled as he ate me like a midnight snack. His tongue pushed deeper inside of me, and his lips sucked on my exposed ring. I stroked my dick as he ate my sweet hole. His tongue snaked its way around my tender walls.
He pulled away. Then he turned his body and straddled my face. His round globes connected with my mouth. I extended my tongue out and swiped his tight hole. He rocked his ass back and forth across my face. I squeezed his tight buns as my tongue darted in and out of his tightness. His ass tasted amazing—the entire time, his hand was wrapped around my throbbing pole. His pussy tasted as good as I remembered.
“Taste my ass, baby,” he said as he rolled his hips in a circular motion.
He moved down my body. His hole glazed over my firm dick. He looked back at me with a mischievous grin. He spun around and lifted my leg. His fat dick rubbed against mine. He took both our cocks in his hand and rubbed the lengths of them together. We both gasped and sighed with pleasure.
“Santi,” I moaned out.
“I love it when you say my name like that,” he said proudly.
He pushed the head of his cock inside of me. I moaned out, and he took the head of my cock and stroked as he fucked with just the head of his dick. Over and over, the swollen head of his gland breached me. It was a slow and sweet seduction. He worked my cock as he head fucked me. My tiny hole opened inch by inch. The muscles in my ass relaxed as my body burned for more and more of him.
He pulled out and rolled onto his back. I straddled him and eased down onto his long, fat rod. My hole couldn’t wait to get him back inside. Every inch slid inside of me. I was in his lap, and he ran his hands softly across my smooth cheeks. My body rocked back and forth on his cock at a slow pace. We both let out these loud groans of divine pleasure.
I leaned down and kissed him. My tongue slid in his mouth as I moved my body more and more. His dick felt like it was in my back. The pleasure and pressure were so intense and so rewarding. I moved a little bit faster up and down on his cock. The look in his eyes was so intense it scared me. I rolled off him and onto my knees.
He got behind me. His cock ran up and down the slit of my booty. He kissed my neck and back as his hands roamed my body. His touches were the sweetest and sexiest thing. I bent over, and the head slipped right inside of me. He pushed more of his dick into me. I moved my body back and forth fucking myself on his pole. He allowed me to do so for a few moments. He took over and began to move in and out of me. I moaned louder and louder, and he began to fuck me with all his passion and love.
I pushed more of my ass into the air. He took a sitting position and started to fuck me. His cock throbbed in me. My walls felt like they were stretching and snapping. I could feel things shifting around inside of me. Each stroke was the perfect pace. He wasn’t pounding me. It was like his dick was having a conversation with my body. The two were becoming familiar with one another, compromising on who and what could bring me pleasure.
“Oh my God,” I moaned out as he filled me with his dick.
Santiago rolled me on my back and fed me his cock. It moved in and out of me over and over. He lifted my leg. He rolled his tongue over the heel of my foot and then took my big toe into his mouth. I screamed out. That feeling was so deep and glorious. I felt my dick jump, and this clear fluid ran from it like water from a well. He had made me piss.
I wanted to be embarrassed, but the way he was fucking me wouldn’t allow me to. He simply rolled me onto my stomach. He slapped my cheeks with his hands and then slid his pole back inside of me. He went deeper than he had previously gone. His balls rested against my cheeks. He pushed in and out of me. My hole gushed with fluids that painted his cock white.
“This pussy so fuckin’ good,” he praised. “I don’t need anyone else. I just want you, Tyson. You hear me?”
“Yes,” I moaned as he drilled me harder.
He slapped my ass and then pulled out of me. He rolled onto his back. His long dick stood straight up. I straddled him again and eased back down on his rod. He spread his legs and began to fuck up into me. He planted both his hands on my cheeks. His balls slapped up against me.
I rolled my hips and rocked my body. My tight walls were sealed around his cock. I could feel my insides milking his heavy dick. As my body rocked back and forth, I stroked my cock to the beat in which we fucked. I worked my muscles and rode him, making him moan for me like a bitch. He slammed up into me harder. I rode him faster and faster. His toes curled, and his nails slightly dug into the flesh of my thick ass.
“Fuck,” he cried out. “You trying to take my soul.”
We both laughed. He rolled me onto my side and fucked me. His dick hit me from a different angle. I bit down on the sheets. He wanted me to face him. He lifted my leg and turned me at an angle. I took hold of my swollen member and began to stroke it. Our eyes met. He had that look of intensity again. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. He pulled me in for a kiss. He fucked me harder and harder. His dick swelled inside of me.
It pushed against my magical spot over and over. I stroked my cock faster and faster. He had every part of his dick buried inside of me. I wanted to scream and cry and beg for more. He was showing me all of his vulnerabilities in the way he fucked me. Sweat was dripping from both our bodies. I couldn’t seem to get enough of his powerful tool.
He knocked my hand away, and he started to stroke my dick. He twisted the head of my cock like a corkscrew. Each stroke was met with his dick pushing into my prostate. My moans reached an all-time high. I couldn’t help it. He spit on my dick as he manipulated it. He took my toes into his mouth again. I lost it.
“You gonna make me cum,” I screamed.
My dick exploded. White cum covered my chest. I tossed my body back and forth, having multiple spasms around his cock. My walls clenched around his cock. He drove himself deep inside of me.
“I’m bout to knock you up. Take all my baby makers,” he strained to get out.
His dick twitched, and I felt him unload deep inside of me. His moans went deep and primal. The muscles in his ass clenched as he pumped a gallon of hot cum inside of me. He rested his forehead against mine.
“That was amazing,” he panted.
I laughed, “Either you broke some inside of me, or you’re still hard.”
“I’m still hard,” he said.
“How is that possible,” I asked in total shock.
“That’s the power you have over me. That shit is scary. You’re my MVP. The most valuable person in my life. I love you, Tyson.”
“I…I don’t… I don’t know what to say,” I replied honestly.
“You don’t have to say anything. I just want you to know.”
He kissed me softly and tenderly. He started to slowly roll his hips. I knew he was about to fuck me again, and honestly, I wanted it again. I just wasn’t sure yet who I loved, him or Dakota. One thing I did know to be true was that I was definitely the MVP of both their lives, but I had no clue who the MVP was in mine!
TO BE CONTINUED
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