John’s whole body tensed. The pain of Carter’s teeth mingled with the pleasure coming from his prostate, making him come on the spot. Untouched, John’s cock throbbed as spurt after spurt of sperm shot up onto his stomach, each ejaculation making his whole body shudder.
Through it all, Carter never stopped jabbing his fingers into John’s prostate, milking it without mercy.
“I can’t take it,” John cried out when he was done shooting his load, Carter working his sensitive gland with no sign that he was going to stop. Rather than taking pity on him, Carter turned his head and bit down on the inside of John’s other thigh.
The sensation of Carter’s fingers pushing into his oversensitive prostate was a torturous kind of pleasure, and when Carter finally withdrew his fingers John felt exhausted.
“Are you ready for my cock?” Carter asked, rubbing his hand up through the mess John had made all over his front and using the sticky release to lube up his massive piece of meat. John watched him with wide eyes, wanting him like he’d never wanted anyone in his life.
“Yeah, I want it,” John said, despite how tired he was. Carter stood over him like some primordial god, naked and glistening, his cock sticking up like a weapon. John wanted the impressive specimen of manhood to absolutelywreckhim.
Carter took John at his word. He lined his cock up against John’s hole, the blunt head hot against his rim, and pushed inside with a slow and steady stroke that had John arching his back and keening. Carter’s cock was massive, stretching him impossibly wide, going deeper and deeper and making John wonder if he was ever going to bottom out.
“Tight,” Carter grunted, his hands clenching John’s thighs and pulling him back on his cock. When John finally felt massive balls coming to rest against his ass he didn’t know if he was relieved or disappointed. He felt invaded andowned, his whole body feeling like it was on fire.
“So big,” John moaned, getting a wide grin from the werewolf over him. Carter reached forward and grabbed the top of the sling, lowering his body down and planting his elbows on either side of John’s head, caging John in. John was trapped between Carter’s massive biceps, the werewolf’s chest once again pressing down on his face, overwhelming him. He was smothered and impaled, and he’d never felt better.
Then Carter started to fuck him.
The werewolf’s arms wrapped around John’s body, holding both him and the sling in a crushing bear hug, pounding into his ass with long, powerful strokes.
“Oh my God,” John moaned, voice muffled by Carter’s muscular chest. He tried to reach up and wrap his arms around Carter in return, but his arms were trapped to his body by Carter’s crushing hug. All he could do was lie there and get fucked.
“Take it,” Carter grunted, fucking John with jackhammer strokes angled right into his sensitive prostate. “So good for me…”
John’s cock was hard again, every thrust into his ass making it twitch. He arched his hips up, grinding his member into Carter’s abs while the werewolf fucked him.
It didn’t take long before he was coming again, crying out against Carter’s chest. Carter just kept right on fucking him. The clench of John’s ass made the werewolf grunt and speed up, heightening the intensity of John’s release.
Carter released John from his bear hug and lifted his chest up, arching his back and crying out as his rhythm stuttered and he came. John clenched his ass and milked Carter’s cock through his orgasm, his efforts rewarded by a guttural moan and a full body shudder.
Pushing his cock all the way inside, Carter rocked his hips and fucked John with short little jabs, shooting spurt after spurt of come into his guts. It seemed like it was never going to end. John’s face must have expressed his wonderment, because Carter explained. “Werewolves shoot much bigger loads than humans.”
John nodded, feeling the evidence of that statement filling his guts and making him feel almost bloated.
Carter pulled out before he was done coming, shooting his last few ropes of come onto John’s stomach, milking his cock of its last few drops of come onto his fingers and pushing them into John’s mouth. John sucked on Carter’s fingers, mouth parted and open in submission as Carter felt around his mouth like he owned it.
“So was it good for you?” Carter asked with a smirk, reaching up and freeing John’s legs from the sling. John winced at the pain in his thighs as his legs came together and dangled off the edge of the sling, but when he looked up at Carter he was grinning.
“So good. You really know how to fuck.”
The statement startled a laugh out of Carter, wiping his smirk away and replacing it with a more honest expression of happiness.
“And you know how to take it. I’m impressed.”
John blushed, which was ridiculous considering his position. He was naked, a giant of a werewolf was standing between his legs, and there was come leaking out of his fluttering hole. He was thoroughly debauched, and he should be way beyond blushing at a simple compliment.
“Thanks.”
Carter grinned, reaching down and grabbing John under his arms and lifting him out of the sling. When John’s feet touched the ground he felt unsteady, but Carter kept his hands in place until he found his footing.
“You okay?” Carter asked, shifting his grip to John’s shoulder. John leaned into the touch and nodded. Both of their cocks hung heavy and spent between their legs, and John couldn’t help but marvel at the size of Carter’s member. Even soft it looked scary huge.
“I’m fine. Better than fine, actually. I’m great.” John closed his mouth before he could keep rambling.
“Good. You want to head into the bathroom to get cleaned up?”
John nodded. That sounded wonderful.
