It was clear that Ethan was comfortable with their relationship and believed in him.
As he came, and came, Ethan choked on cum. There was so much of it, that he swore Gene was never going to stop.
When he finally couldn’t hold his breath any longer, he felt his dick leaving his throat, but it wasn’t over.
No.
With Gene, once he got off, he got wild.
Ethan was pulled up, turned around, and he straddled the toilet. Ethan didn’t understand why he needed this, but he did.
The foulness…it turned him wild.
And wanton.
“Please fuck me,” he begged. “Just fuck me so hard,” he whispered.
That was the plan.
Gene reached around, and undid his pants, dropping them. They reached right below his perfect ass, and were held up because his legs were spread.
Then, he landed his hand on one perfect cheek, and the sound reverberated through the bathroom.
Ethan moaned.
“Please, fuck me,” he begged. “I need a good fucking!”
Gene tormented him, rubbing the tip of his erection against his ass.
“Tell Daddy how slutty you are, Tala.”
He glanced over his shoulder, and the look in his eyes was something Gene seldom saw. It was desperation, and willingness to do anything.
“Tell me what you want, and it’s yours. Just fuck me and make me yours,” he said, softly. “I need to be claimed.”
Those words turned Gene back on, and he drove himself home without warning.
And fucked him.
HARD.
Ethan gasped, as he was shoved more against the wall, and Gene took him.
Roughly.
Brutally.
And without mercy.
He fucked him in that gas station bathroom like he was nothing but a whore, and Ethan craved it.
He.
Craved.
More.
The whole time, there was the sound of balls slapping against skin, the sloppy sliding of dick in and out of Ethan’s ass, and his begging.
