Oh, I like that idea. I like it a lot.
He seems to as well. He pushes my legs up even further, my knees at my ears now, and leans down, making me groan at the feel of him splitting me wide open.
“I’m going to make you scream.”
And then he moves.
It’s fast and brutal, his cock tunneling in and out of me with precision. With force. My body slides up the mattress, my head hitting the headboard, and my neck tilting at an awkward angle, but still, he doesn’t stop. Not that I want him to. I like this unhinged version of him. He’s losing control. He’s losing all of it.
His mind.
His peace.
His fucking cum.
It’s going to be lost inside me. It’s going to take days to make its way out of me.
Georgiy lowers himself further onto me, his chest touching mine as he grinds into me, his cock still pistoning in and out of my body. Still rutting. He doesn’t stop.
But he’s struggling, and so am I. We both want release, but we don’t want this to be over too soon.
It feels too good. All of it feels incredible.
My cock aches and the friction of his body against it is indescribable. That mixed with the way his dick is plundering my ass is making it leak. And I know if he keeps this up, I’ll be coming hands-free.
The rag in my mouth is suddenly ripped free, and Georgiy meets my stare. His cheeks are dark red, his irises almost hidden as he says, “Tell me how much you love this.”
“Oh.Oh,” I groan, wetting my dry lips as I try to come up with the words. “I love it. I fucking love?—”
His lips meet mine in a harsh kiss, and as his tongue pushes into my mouth and tangles with mine, I feel my orgasm barrel through me. It starts in my legs and moves to my balls, and as he rubs against my cock, I explode.
He doesn’t stop, though, just keeps taking me, my hole squelching around his length. I tighten my rim, and he leans back slightly and bites down on my neck.
“You are such a bad boy.”
“I am the best boy.”
He kisses me roughly before leaning down toward my ear and whispering, “My boy.”
Then he’s back to eating my mouth, consuming me as he fucks me, sucking on my tongue until he finally starts to lose his rhythm. His hips slap against mine, reckless, uneven. And a minute later, he shudders as his release fills my ass. It’s long and drawn out, not as perfunctory as I expected it to be.
No, he felt it. All of it. And he liked it.
His body shivers and shifts, and then he stills, his forehead hitting mine for a moment as he pants, before he pulls off me entirely.
As he does, his release empties from me onto the sheets, making a mess of his bed.
His body shifts between my legs once more and he inspects my ass, prodding it with his finger.
“You’re red.”
“Of course I am. You fucked me to within an inch of my life.”
“Not nearly an inch, or you wouldn’t be talking right now.”
I suck in a breath and let it out slowly. “You’re right. Next time, fuck me into unconsciousness. Or fuck me while I’m unconscious. That’s fine too.”
He grins at that and then slides a finger into my ass—my sloppy, messy ass—and finds my prostate, bringing me easily over the edge once more. My cock sputters and spurts and when I’m finally drifting off into a state of slumber, I hear Georgiy growl in annoyance.
