It was glorious.
Every time he nailed my prostate, I let out a moan I couldn’t contain. My fist tightened around my dick, pulling it in long, rough strokes.
“Oh fuck. Zach.”
His hands tightened on my hipbones as he pulled almost all the way out before slamming all the way in. It had been so long since I’d been fucked so deep, so thoroughly, and maybe never quite this good, that I knew I was babbling incoherently, and probably being way too loud, so I buried my face in the pillow, biting into it to prevent my cries. I didn’t hear the bed creaking too much as he pumped into me, but I hoped it didn’t sound louder from other parts of the house.
Zach’s thrusts had become so powerful he was pushing me against the headboard, and my hand slipped briefly off my cock as I was pressed down hard into the mattress. The friction against my already supercharged dick had me screaming into the pillow.