As I continued thrusting, I moved my hands
under him and squeezed his pecs. He bit into the pillow harder, and
I could almost make out some words.
“What’d you say, baby?” I asked, goading
him.
He mumbled something into the pillow, and I
thrust hard. Just to tease him, I reached down and pulled out
fast.
“Uh,” I heard him say.
Then I moved my knees, pushed his legs just
a little further apart, and then pulled my right hand from around
his pec to around my cock and shoved into him as far as I could. He
just about screamed into the pillow, but it sounded like a good
scream.
“I can’t hear you,” I said.
He mumbled something into the pillow, and I
put my hand back on his right pec, so both of my hands held his
chest. I continued to thrust, and he began to mumble. It was the
kind of sound that someone makes when they’re enjoying their meal.
I squeezed his pecs, and the sound got louder. I was determined to
make him get really loud. I began to massage his pecs, first