Just another squeefiend.

(NSFW)

I can’t even get my legs straight. He’s crushing me, all warm and all on top of me, and I don’t think I ever realized till now that his legs were so long. His arms are long too, long and skinny, and he holds himself above me, bright eyes shining wickedly, while the rest of his body presses down like a vise. Bastard, I think, and reach up, trying to up his face, ease it down. He’s not doing it, not making it comfortable for me, and now his dick is long and fat against mine, rubbing as he rocks back and forth, and my hips are on fire and aching with the stretch of holding my legs apart like this, and fuck, why won’t he let me kiss him?

“Come on,” I say, dragging out the syllables, craning my neck. All of his weight’s on one thigh now, his balls pressing against the top, and I’m past persuasion into begging, babbling, saying his name over and over and lifting my thigh under his weight to pay back in pressure and friction all the sensation he’s sending coursing through my body right now.

And it works — he grits his teeth, his eyes squeeze shut, and a “Shit” breaks from his mouth as he rubs his cock against mine in a slow, agonizing stroke. That’s my chance - I reach up and grab his hair, tug him inward, and yeah, now his lips find mine, all messy and wet and searching, and now I can’t get him to stop kissing me. Tongue and teeth, nips and licks, and if I can never straighten my legs again it will be totally worth it.

(Source: troyisnaked)