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Muriel’s never had a high libido. Nor has he ever been able to last a long time. You remember the first time you got intimate, in the tent under the stars. You pressed your hand between his legs, a few strokes outside his pants, a few sweet words—and he had creamed himself. Poor Muriel, he was terribly embarrassed that night, stuttering out his apologies. To be truly honest, it was extremely hot.
Though you wish he would last just a little longer, to let the fun last. Maybe that’s why you’re doing this to him, holding him on the edge despite how nicely he asks.
He’s warm and welcoming, stretched wide from your fingers. He nearly came from just a bit of foreplay, gripping the pillows with strength you thought would rip them. Muriel’s breathing has gotten a little funny, heavy against the drool-dampened pillows. The only downside of this position is that you can’t see every pleasure filled face he makes—though it’s a price to pay for the glorious view you have from behind. You find purchase on his hips, slowly rocking into him, inch by inch. “You take me so well, baby,” you lean back, spreading his cheeks to watch yourself sink into him.
A groan sounds from below, trembling little puffs of air. He’s doing his best to hold it in, he truly is. You bottom out, pelvis pressed flush against his ass—then, you pull out, a heavy slide against his walls. You thrust back in, and Muriel moans, the loudest sound you’ve heard from him all night. “I-I don’t, I think-“
“Keep holding, Muriel, we just started.” You shift your knees, settling to lift one leg up to brace your foot against the bed, kneeling behind him. The newer position presses you against him snuggly, a slow drool of pre dripping from his cock.
Keeping a firm grip on his sides, you begin thrusting, an even pace that has Muriel keening nonetheless.
The coil in his stomach is tight, ready to snap and spill at any moment. He’s trying to be good, he wants to be good—but at some moment, his resolve collapses. Muriel clenches tight, sucking you in and spilling his seed onto the blankets below. “Oh, Muriel,”
“M’ sorry, I’m sorry,” you can hear him whisper, slurring his words just slightly. You’re about to pull out, to finish yourself off when his large hand shoots back, grabbing onto your hip. “Keep going,” he rasps.
And honestly, who are you to refuse him? Your hips snap forward, quicker now, searching for your own high now that Muriel has found his. The reaction is immediate, a high noise that rips from his throat, gravelly and rough. This has never happened before, he’s never felt something like this—pushing him past the edge and steadily submerging him in that feeling. He’s sore, sensitive, but it feels too good.
“ Fffaster..” you hear his voice weakly call, cheek squished against the pillow. An eagerness overcomes you, an energetic rush as you hump into him quicker, the head of your cock grinding against that sweet spot inside of him.
Muriel’s vision goes white, searing hot pleasure panging from that one spot. You’ve tested the waters with prostate stimulation before, though never like this, never this much. You’re thoroughly railing him, rocking the bed with your combined weight. At some point, Muriel loses balance on his hands and knees, and you take advantage, pressing him down into the quilts. His swollen dick rubs against the softness, squished between his navel and the bed. You brace your hands by his head, knees framed on either side of his thighs.
You’re getting closer, that familiar warmth seeping through your bones. Muriel’s soaking the bed underneath, a steady dribble with each hit to his prostate. “S’ too much, too much..!” He’s nearly ripping his hair out, toes curling and flesh stinging with each slap of your skin against his. “M’ gonna cum, I’m so- uhn!” Muriel spurts against the blankets, a weaker load, milked of everything he has to give.
The weak clenching is just enough to push you over, colors dancing behind your eyes as you cum inside of him. A mutual moan of satisfaction fills the air, mingling with the thick scent of sex. You stay in just a moment longer, pressing your forehead in between his shoulder blades. “ Oh, hah, are you ok?”
Muriel nods, panting heavily. “Y-yeah, yeah—could we,” he swallows dryly, his liquid mind trying to put together words. “D-do, again?”
“Yeah, honey, yes,” you laugh against his sweaty skin, slowly pulling out. “I mean, now?” Murie rephrases, turning to his side as you lean up, picking his leg up from under his thigh. You can see your cum leaking from his hole, sliding down the insides of his thighs.
Oh boy.