I moan around him, my eyes watering as he hits the back of my throat. Spit dribbles down my chin as he picks up the pace, slamming into my throat with brutal force. Black spots dance in my vision, pleasure spiraling higher and higher until I'm floating.
“Milk my cock with that slutty throat.” He fists my hair and fucks my mouth harder, the sound of sloppy slurpsfilling the room. “Fuck, your mouth was made for sucking me.”
My neglected dick throbs harder, and I spread my knees wider, riding the dildo like an uncoordinated feral animal.
Zach pushes all the way in, my nose pressed against his trimmed hair, and he groans loudly, the sound vibrating through me. My throat contracts around his hard length, the edges of my vision getting darker.
Just before I hit my limit, I tap his thigh three times.
Zach immediately pulls out, and my chest heaves as I gulp in air, drool running down my chin and a string of spittle trailing from his crown to my bottom lip.
He sits on the edge of the bed and holds out his hand. “Come here.”
I lift off the dildo and whimper at the loss, my body already feeling empty. But I don't hesitate to climb onto his lap, desperate to feel him again.
When he shifts, trying to nudge me off, I dig my fingers into his thighs and hold on tight, refusing to budge. “What’s wrong?”
"Need a condom."
“I. . .” My breath stutters, my heart pounding like it might break free. “I got tested last week. I’m clean, so if you want. . .”
The silence stretches just long enough to make me squirm as he stares into my eyes. “Merci—”
"Fuck me without one," I beg, rolling my hips against his cock. "Please. I want this."
“You sure?”
I nod vigorously. “Please.”
He maneuvers me around so my back presses against the solid warmth of his chest. He grabs behind my knees and I help line his dick up with my needy hole. Then he pushes inside.
My breath catches, a sharp cry spilling from my lips as he fills and stretches me. His piercings drag over places the dildo couldn’t touch, sending shocks of pleasure racing through me. My head falls back against his shoulder as he bottoms out.
“Fuck, Merci.” He pulls my knees up more, opening me further as he thrusts hard and deep, like he’s claiming me with every movement. The world blurs, shrinking to just this—his body, the heat of his breath ghosting over my neck, the way his words cut through me like fire.
He lets go of my knees and hand wraps around my throat, not too tight, while the other finds my dick, stroking it with a rhythm that matches his thrusts. I’m lost in a sea of sensations, each one amplifying the other until I’m nothing but raw, pulsing pleasure.
“Such a tight little hole. It’s mine. All mine.” He’s fucking me like he owns me, like he's trying to ruin me for anyone else.
And honestly? He’s succeeding.
“That’s it. Take my cock like a good little slut, Merci.”
"Fuck yeah." I throw my ass back, trying to meet his thrusts, then fuck into his fist, my hands on his thick thighs for leverage. "Give it to me, you dirty bastard. Fuck me like you mean it."
"I mean it. Every. Fucking. Word.”
My balls draw up, my abs coiling tight. "Fuck, I'm close. Make me come, Zach. Make me come on your dick."
His grip on my shaft tightens as he jerks me harder, his other hands palming my balls, all while he changes the angle he fucks into me. I reach back, wrapping my arms around his neck as my legs start to shake.
"Come for me, Merci."
My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my vision whiting out as I clench around him, screaming his name.
He grunts and growls, his thrusts becoming more erratic until he pushes in deep one last time. He tenses, letting out the filthiest, deeply feral sound I’ve ever heard as he fills me.
"Damn, Feisty Mouse wasn't kidding."
