"Do you still want me to continue? We can stop this."
These mixed feelings of awkwardness were getting to me, yet I wanted to f**k the s**t out of him. I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable, or worse, forced into a corner into receiving him. f**k, just tasting the boy alone was wonderful enough for me.
I didn't want to hurt him. I felt this warmth towards him, I want to be processive, dominant and protect him, will that be enough to know what I felt towards him, though it pained me to stop at this point and at the same time, I think, I'm losing it.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his eyes widening with tears. "Why aren't you thrusting?"
I felt the wind knocked out of me, f**k, but he was stirring me up now.
"I thought I hurt you," I shamelessly admitted.
He appeared surprised, the
