Roly sighs in frustration. “Heath, you’re making this too complicated. Tell me, what do you want to do in this exact moment?”
“I want to fuck you so hard that you feel it in your back teeth,” I spit out.
I—? Who says these things? I havelostmy goddamned mind.
Wordlessly, he climbs onto the bed, hands and knees, presenting that magnificent ass of his to me. There are already lube and condoms on my bed.Fuck it.If I’m going to fuck him, this isn’t going to be some sort of boyfriend experience. If he wanted to be used, I’ll use him. And then kick him the hell out of my house. No problem.
I don’t even take my pants off, I just unzip and shove the layers of fabric low enough so that my cock is free. I grab a condom from Roly’s Pretty Woman stash on the bed, then suit up, lube up, and wipe the excess on the tight, waxed hole he’s presenting me.
He looks over his shoulder, wiggling his perfection at me. “You don’t need to stretch me, sexy—I fucked my dildo last night. And besides, I wanna feel it.”
My cock jumps as I imagine Roly, spread out on his bed, fucking himself with a huge dildo while stroking himself to completion.
“Your call,” I say as I press up against him, then press a little harder, just the tip, and Roly lets out a strained grunt. “You sure you don’t want my fingers, little guy?”
He leans down, placing his forehead on the mattress. “I’m sure.”
I move forward a little more, pushing my head through his tight ring of muscle, and another little grunt can be heard from back here. I pause, letting him relax around me.
“Stop hesitating, Papa Bear. Fuck me hard.Now.”
Fine.
I shove forward, bottoming out in one punishing stroke. Roly’s breathing hard and his body is strangling me. Thankfully I’ve got enough of my wits about me that I don’t blow my load immediately, but I have to give myself a second to recover. After half a beat, I snap my hips back and forward again, and he lets fly a high-pitched keen, pushing back against me, wanting more, begging for more with his mouth and his body.
I fuck him violently, banging the headboard against the wall so hard that I know it’s going to leave a dent. He whimpers and pushes against my every thrust, then shifts both of us back with his freakishly strong legs and sits upright on my dick, taking control of the pace, leaning back against me as he rides me, squirming and rubbing himself against my belly.
It feels amazing, but we need more leverage, and I need to get these stupid pants out of the way. I push him off me and yank my pants off, then sit on the edge of the bed with my feet solidly on the floor.
He grins that Roly grin of his and scrambles off the bed, then backs in between my legs and impales himself on my dick. He bites off a shout, and I wonder if I haven’t hurt him, but then he arches his back with a satisfied moan, fitting his body perfectly to mine. I grab his strong hips and push up from my feet, thrusting into his warm, willing body over and over again.
Breathless curses and benedictions fly from his mouth in at least three languages.
Fuck me harder, baby.
Qué rico, papi.
‘Akthar.
These words, this proof of my effect on him… I don’t hate it. I take his dick in a tight, rough grip and jack him without mercy. The move reduces him to inarticulate babble with the occasionalSexy Papa Bearthrown in for good measure, and…I actually kinda love it.
I fuck him harder, annoyed at how much I’m enjoying giving him what he wants.
After a few minutes, he lets loose a high-pitched inhale, and his muscles freeze as his cum arcs out onto my rug and drips down my hand. His body’s strong grip on mine intensifies, and I grab his shoulders and pull down as I push up, making sure he feels every inch of my cock, jackrabbiting him through the remainder of his orgasm until I can’t hold out a second longer. Broken, panting grunts fall from my lips, and a shiver races through my torso as I hold him in place and unload every last bit of spite-filled cum from my balls.
That bathroom blow job? Fuckingmediocrein comparison to whatever the hell this was. Much as it pains me to admit it, sex with Rolando Martinez is an amazing experience, and I’ve never come so hard in my entire life.
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Roly
Dios mio y todo de los santos.
He totally, deliciously, perfectly wrecked my hole, and now I’m a boneless mess in his lap, still impaled like a goddamned hand puppet, barely hanging on to consciousness. Most guys look at my size and try to be really sweet with me in bed, but not Heath. Sure, there’s a time and place for that, but what I really want most of the time is to get fucked within an inch of my life. And I swear he just fucked me within a millimeter of it. He gave it to me so fucking rough, and all I want to do is fall asleep, laid out on top of him.
Eh… I’m pretty sure he still hates me.
He lifts me off his dick, leaving me aching and empty as he practically throws me onto the bed next to him. I arrange myself on his pillows and open my legs to him. “Yes, Papa Bear. Toss me around and fuck me again.”
