Splaying my open palm against his flat belly, I subtly press down as I shift my hips, intensifying the stroke.
“You’re a monster,” he whines.
Biting his shoulder, I grab the oil, massaging it into his chest, avoiding his sensitive spots until he complains. Only then do I finally twist and pull on his nipples.
“You. Are. Killing. Me.”
Still twisting one poor, abused nipple, my other hand drops to his needy dick, stroking it hard and fast. Too hard. Too fast.
Maybe I should…
“More,” he begs.
I comply, and Rami goes still, biting back the moans and whimpers that want to fall from his lips, hoping I won’t know how close he is. Eventually, though, he gives himself away, unable to help the tight clench.
I stop stroking, then hum at the sensitive skin of his shoulder as I look down at Rami’s desperate cock, twitching, searching for any point of contact, willing to hump the air at this point.
“Oh, baby. Look how needy and debauched you are. Oiled and on the razor’s edge of a ruined orgasm,” I say as mournfullyas I can manage. “Should I torture you some more, or should I finally give you the relief you so desperately need?”
“Asshole,” is all he can manage through clenched teeth. Then a whimpered, “Please.”
The tension, like an overstretched rubber band, finally snaps. Before I can name the change in energy, I’m tossing Rami onto his belly again, grunting as I land on him, burying my cock deeper still.
Gone are the taunts, the teasing, not-nearly-enough touches. I shove my hands under his shoulders, gripping them with bruising fingertips, using the point of contact as leverage. Drawing back, I slam into him. Again and again, I push inside, owning him, rutting into him like an animal as the pleasure takes over my body.
I’m all over him, pressing him into the mattress, his poor oiled cock and abused, sensitive nipples being dragged against the silky material. I speed up, splitting him in two, selfish, unaware of anything but his hole.
He’s a rag doll, my own personal fuck toy. Helpless against the onslaught.
“Take it,” I demand, pushing to find new depths inside him. “Take every inch.”
“Please,” Rami whines, pushing back against me, clenching so hard I might lose my ever-loving mind. “Give me everything.”
I bottom out again and again, bucking into him until pleasure rampages through my body, nearly passing out as I shoot hot cum inside him, filling him in every way possible.
I’m weirdly proud of him for finally breaking me down, and I continue wringing pleasure out of every last muscle fiber in his body until he cries out, “Too much, too much, too much,” even while rolling his hips. As if he can’t help himself.
“That’s right, baby,” I whisper into his ear, my breath raggedas I continue thrusting. “You feel so good under me, coming so hard.”
Satisfied that I fully own him—though fuck knows he owns me too—I pull away. He groans as my cock leaves his body, then sucks in a sharp breath when I spread his cheeks, thumbing the sensitive rim.
“Mm, Rami. This used hole is so sloppy.” I lean in and bite the shelf of his ass. “So beautiful.”
Pulling back, I watch as cum leaks out of him, dripping down the seam of his balls. With my thumb, I push it back inside of Rami’s perfect ass, repeating the process again and again. He sneaks a look over his shoulder and smiles.
“What’re you smiling about?” I ask, licking my lips as I wait for more cum to drip out of him.
His hole starts to close under my care, and slowly, my blown-out circuits come back online. He finally becomes aware of the cooling slick of cum below him.
“Eww, gross. I’m a sticky mess,” he complains, shifting his hips, pushing against my curious fingers. “You’ve ruined me.”
Letting out a satisfied sigh, I grin. “That I did.”
As much as he fusses, Rami’s just a pile of melted muscle, unable to even push himself up off the bed yet. I leave him behind and make my way to his fancy en suite bathroom, turning on the shower. As the water heats, I return to the bed, my hands immediately going for his ass.
Grabbing a cheek, I shake it. “Come on. Let’s wash this oil off your body and change your sheets.”
Rami gripes but lets me help him up, leaning against me as we make our way into the large spa shower. He stands there, wavering as I soap him up, removing all traces of our lovemaking, gentle with his hole as I clean him.
