Bonus Scene #5 : Riding My British Boyfriend | Everything Meant Nothing (Patreon)

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He climbed onto the head of the bed and laid flat, breath still shaky. I swung a leg over his waist and straddled him lower settling just beneath his abs, my ass pressed against his crotch. His cock throbbed under me, tapping up against my cheeks, teasing and impossible to ignore.

He popped open the bottle and stroked his cock with the lube slowly. Then his other hand reached for me, fingers sliding between my ass cheeks, smearing lube over my hole soft, teasing circles before pushing in, just enough to make me whimper.

I bit my lip. “Fuck, Theo.”

“Troy,” he said gently, “tell me if it gets too much.” Then he wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and guided it toward me, his tip nudging right between my cheeks, hot and wet, pressing slow and steady into my hole.His tip slid between my cheeks, slow and warm, and I felt my breath hitch. I steadied myself with my palms on his chest, his heartbeat pulsing under my hands as I felt his cock slowly enter my ass. He held still beneath me, letting me take control, letting me adjust.

My mouth fell open as his cock went further inside me, the stretch sharp at first and then sweet, melting into something deeper. Theo's cock was thick. Every part of me felt it. My ass trembled slightly as I took more of him, and both his hands came to my waist, gentle but firm, steadying me.

"That's it," he murmured, voice hoarse. "You're doing so good, my love."I looked at him. His eyes were dark and wide, lips parted, sweat already glistening at his hairline. It hit me all at once how badly I wanted this. Not just the sex. I wanted him... all of him.

When I finally sat flush against him, his cock buried inside me, I exhaled shakily. I felt full. My body shivered around him.

"You okay Troy?" he asked, brushing his thumb across my side.

I nodded. "More than okay."

I started to move slowly, lifting my hips and sliding back down, testing the rhythm. Theo's hands gripped me harder now. His eyes never left mine.

Every time I dropped back down, his cock nudged that spot inside me that made me gasp. My moans got louder. "ah-fuck""ah-fuck""fuck Theo"The tension built between us with every movement, his quiet groans syncing with mine until we weren’t even thinking anymore. Just feeling."Fuck Troy, aah, baby""Kiss me"

I leaned forward, kissing him as I rode all of his seven inches. His hands slid up my back, holding me close, and our mouths moved in time with our bodies. It felt messy but honest. He whispered things between kisses. My name. How good I felt. How he couldn’t believe this was real.

It felt easier to take his cock now. My body had adjusted to the stretch and the pressure, the feeling of fullness of his cock deep inside me. I bounced my ass on cock in sync with him; our rhythm slowly matching up as the sex got intense.

His hands slid down from my back to my ass again, fingers digging in as he pulled me open wider. The thrusts got harder and deeper. I let out a heavy moan and tilted my head back, eyes fluttering shut, teeth sinking into my lower lip.

He kissed under my chin, then lower..his lips brushing the side of my neck. I felt his breath there, hot and uneven.

"Aah… aahh… fuck," I gasped.

He kissed the side of my neck again, softer this time, like a contrast to how rough his cock was fucking into me now. I could feel his hips rising to meet every drop of mine, every slap of skin loud in the room.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered into my neck. “So fucking good, Troy. I want you like this forever.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My body was too busy taking him, riding him, clenching down on every inch.

I sat up slightly, giving him a better angle, and he took it, thrusting up into me with more force. His cock hit deeper, harder, and I moaned out loud, hands gripping his chest for balance.

His eyes were locked on mine again. “Touch yourself,” he said, voice low and strained. “I want to see you.”

I wrapped a hand around my cock, already leaking and sensitive, and started stroking. His gaze dropped to it, lips parted, his hips snapping up into me even faster now.Thwack ThwackThwack

The room felt hot. My thighs were shaking. I was horny, leaking precum onto his sculpted abs. The feeling of his cock inside me made my heart warm, made my ass sting in the best way, I never wanted it out of me.

“Fuck, Theo…”

“Aah… fuck… Troy, keep going.”

ThwackThwackThwack

I leaned my body back, both hands braced on the bed behind me, opening myself wider for him. My ass stretched around him as I bounced on his cock, my head tilting, eyes rolling back in bliss. This had to be the best fuck of my life.

Leaning back pulled me higher, his cock sliding out almost to the tip before I sank back down, my hips tightening around him. My leaking cock bobbed and dripped across his abs, smearing hot wet lines over the ridges of muscle. I was so close...so fucking close.

“Fuck, this angle is… holy… fuck,” Theo groaned.

“Ughn… fuckk…”"Fuck, Troy"

His hand shot to my cock, stroking me while his legs started to shake beneath me. His thrusts turned erratic, almost trembling, but still driving deep.

“Fuck… fuck… Troy -”

“Yeah, Theo… cum in me, baby.”

He let out a deep, raspy moan as his body locked against mine, thighs pressed hard to my ass, hips pushing up in one final, hard drive. I felt it then, heat flooding inside me in steady, recurrent waves, filling me so completely it made me gasp. Each throb of his cock sent another rush deeper, his grip on my cock tightening as his strokes got faster, like he was trying to appreciate me for all the hard work that I did riding him.

I wasn’t far behind really.. The warm, molten flood of Theo's cum inside me, combined with his hand working my cock, had me teetering on the edge. My abs tightened, my chest heaved, every nerve screaming for release.

Eventually, his thrusts below me slowed as he finally unloaded his semen inside me, each thrust lazier than the last, until they stopped altogether. His cock slipped from my hole, dragging that slick heat with it, the mess coating his shaft smearing over the curve of my ass and the outside of my hips.

He kept one hand on my ass. “Come closer, baby. Lemme help you out.” He pulled my body toward him, slow and deliberate, until my cock was hovering over his lips. His hands gripped the inside of my thighs, spreading me open as his mouth closed over me, warm and wet.

“Holy fuck, Theo…”

He swirled his tongue around my tip before taking me deeper, pulling me toward him until my cock disappeared past his lips.

“Ungh… fuck… Theo.”

“Unggghh, babe…” he mumbled around me.

“I can’t hold it anymore”

He came up just long enough to say, “Don’t hold it in then,” before sinking back down.

Gawk. Gawk. Gawk.

The wet, messy slurps of his mouth working my cock filled the room, each hollow pull drawing me deeper until the head of my cock was nudging the back of his throat. I gripped the back of his head, just holding him there as the pressure coiled tight inside me. Then it snapped; hot, thick ropes spilling straight into his mouth in long, shuddering bursts. His lips stayed sealed around me, swallowing greedily with every pulse, his throat flexing to take it all while the tip of my cock throbbed against him. My legs felt weak, my abs trembling, the sensation almost too much to bear.

I finally pulled back, my cock slipping from his lips, wet. I collapsed onto my side on the bed. I felt Theo’s mouth still full, then heard a slow, deliberate gulp… followed by a small, satisfied burp.

He laughed. “Must be the fries and milkshakes we had earlier.”

I giggled next to him, completely in awe of how shamelessly, hungrily, and perfectly he’d just taken every drop from me like it was the most natural thing in the world. He turned his face toward mine and kissed me softly, his hand reaching over to grab the blanket on my side. He pulled it over us and wrapped himself around me, holding me close.

“I hope you liked our first official date,” he murmured.

I smiled against his lips. “I did. Best night of my life.”I kissed him again, slower this time.

The room settled into a quiet warmth, the night folding around us. We stayed tangled under the blanket, his body pressed against mine, our breathing syncing until sleep found us.

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