“Answer me!” He yelled back, and my pulse jumped at the aggressive demand he was delivering. “Is this. What. You. Want?” With every stressed syllable, he thrusted his bulge against my ass, lighting every single one of my neurons on fire and making me incapable of giving an immediate response.
“Yes!” My words blended with the music, but I pushed my ass back to graze his crotch again. “That’s what I want!” I hated the need in my voice, the unspoken plea for him to take me and have his way with me, but ultimately, that’s what I wanted. I yearned for him to use me and make me his in a way I’d never experienced with anyone else before.
The rustling of movement behind me made my eyebrows turn up in concern, but then I felt his hands on my hips, gripping on to my pants and pulling them down swiftly. I gasped again, unable to find words as he wasted less than a second for me to stand there in my underwear before he let his thumbs worm into the waistband and pulled them down just as fast.
My pants and my underwear stayed in a pool around my ankles, my skin itching with the craving to be doused. The airfrom the fan in the adjoining room went over my bare ass, causing a comfortable chill until Arze put his hands on both of them. I could feel his breath against my ass cheeks now, my dick jerking in the open air on the other side of my body. He had me so exposed, so ready, and my body was in overdrive.
Without another thought or wasting a single extra second, Arze pulled my cheeks apart and spat on my hole. Wetness glazed over my hole as I moaned, and I wasn’t even able to register how hot that was before he dove in and started swirling his tongue over my sensitive ring.
“Fuck!” I cried, unwilling to keep the exclamation within any longer.
His tongue teased and lathered and rinsed and repeated its claim to take my ass, to own it. I wasn’t sure if the fact that guests could walk in on Arze eating me out was making my heart trash into my ribs because I was petrified or furiously turned on. I’d never felt harder in my life.
After a few beats of his tongue slipping in and out of me, he came up for air, standing back to his full height and fiddled with his pants until I felt his bare dick resting against the mounds of my ass.
Arze was going to fuck me. And I was leaking onto the floor at the thought.
“Still want it?” He said, still elevating his voice so that I could hear him, the heat of his cock against the eager flesh of my ass.
I needed to be fucked by him.
“Yes.” I solidified, shaking my head positively as I turned to watch him line up the head of his purple cock, full of the same lined ridges that made up the rest of his skin, in between the eagerly awaiting crevice of my ass.
His free hand snaked toward my head, making me face forward and away from the erotic action of him anticipating entry. “No looking.”
I’d love nothing more than to be able to focus on the entire contours of his body, of his dick, everything I could let my eyes feast upon. But if this rough fuck was the only way that I’d finally get to have Arze, I didn’t care. I didn’t even need this sex to be particularly about my pleasure. The harboring of my crush on him, the undeniable and unrealistic need to want to exchange fluids with him were too much and I just wanted them to finally be satiated to the fullest extent.
My mouth began to slack in awe as Arze pressed into me, the head of his dick pushing beyond my hole and sliding in like it belonged there. He wasn’t patient, but he wasn’t aggressively rushing either. It only took a myriad of seconds before he was fully inside me, setting my insides ablaze with surprise and making my legs feel like they were full of jelly. Rolling my eyes, I savored the feeling of being full of him, his dick pressing firmly against my prostate already, waves of potential ecstasy ever closer to being fulfilled.
And then things shifted. Arze started pulling out of me as fast as his hips could allow before he plunged in just as fast. He was railing my ass, hard and rough and sexy as hell. I kept having to bite down on my bottom lip to keep the plethora of outcries that begged to leave me. But I kept them like treasures in my mouth, wishing I could see his face while he was fucking me harder than anyone had ever had the balls to do before.
“Fuckyes.” I heard him hiss loudly, a hardened slap meeting my right ass cheek as he slammed his cock back inside me. I could barely think, let alone verbalize anything because the head of his dick was punching my prostate every single time he pulled out and initially thrusted back inside me.
I looked down between my legs, my cock swaying from the friction, a steady strand of pre-cum flowing out of my dick. With how hot and bothered I was, combined with the vigor that Arze was exerting in making my ass his personal bitch, I was afraidthat I was going to fucking blow without even wrapping my fist around myself.
“This is what you craved, isn’t it?” Arze’s voice curdled my thoughts, discarding them and focusing on the husk that I could hear between his tone. “Wanting to be fucked by my cock?”
“Fuck yes.” I said back, moving my ass back to meet his thrusts now that I could think for a sliver of a second. There was so much more I wanted to say, but all I could think to add was, “Sofuckinggood.”
“You want my cum, don’t you?”
Ohgod. If he kept talking like that, I was going to absolutely explode without touching myself. I bit my bottom lip again, holding back because I didn’t want this encounter to end. If we stopped having sex, I had a feeling there’d be some sort of no contact decree, and that thought made me want to scream, especially as I was still reveling in the sensations Arze was so willingly giving.
The song that had shifted during our tryst got to the chorus, and it was making me harder. There was something about getting railed toDragulaby Rob Zombie that just really got me there. Highly recommend.
Another hard smack came down on my left ass cheek, all while Arze kept pounding away at my hole. “Answer me!”
“Yes!” I cried, feeling that familiar pressure building in my balls, pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts as much as I could manage in this position with still holding myself against the half wall. “I want your cum!”
The words reverberating back to me caused a chain reaction of unparalleled levels. I started wailing, not just moaning, as I felt my orgasm hit its peak from the dirty talk and the assault he kept placing on my prostate. I came hard and long, thick jets shooting from my cock and dropping to the slate floor that was underneath us, abandoned by my reckless need to release. Icould feel Arze’s dick seemingly harden inside me, knowing that I was constricting myself around him as I rode the waves of my orgasm.
“I’m coming!” He roared, slamming into me even faster until he halted his hips, plunging deep inside me. Moans spilled from his mouth as he filled me, my eyes closing in full satisfaction as the feeling of being full from his release hit me.
I’d so wanted this, even if I’d had it a little bit different in my head when I’d thought about it before, but now that it was coming an end, I feared the ramifications or the quiet that was going to follow between us.
“So fucking tight,” He managed to say between his sparse breaths, still unloading in my ass.
We stayed like that while we both came down from the endorphins of reaching our mutual climaxes. But the dose of oxytocin was relatively cut short as we heard a pair of loud screams over the music.
