“Did I tell you to jerk off?” Carter’s voice was rough and angry, and John shuddered in pleasure. The fingers holding his jaw squeezed harder and John’s cock twitched. This was exactly the kind of rough handling that he loved.
“No, sir,” John said. Even though Carter had said that being called sir didn’t do anything for him, John found it impossible not to use the honorific. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Hands off,” Carter barked, releasing John’s wrists and lowering his balls back down.
John kept his hands where they were, crossed at the wrists as though Carter’s big mitt was still wrapped around them. Carter noticed, and the next thing John knew the big werewolf was sliding off his belt and wrapping it around John’s wrists.
It was perfect.
“Open up,” Carter ordered, sliding back down to sit on John’s chest. He aimed his cock at John’s mouth, smearing the leaking tip all over his lips and pressing it inside.
“No teeth,” he warned, lifting his body up for leverage and pushing the bulbous head of his cock into the back of John’s throat and making him gag.
“Stay on it,” Carter warned when John instinctively tried to turn his head away from the intrusion. He wrapped his hand around the back of John’s head, holding him in place as he shoved his cock deeper, grunting with each thrust as he drilled his way into John’s esophagus.
“Shit that feels good,” Carter moaned. He leaned forward and put his hand above John’s head to steady himself, his other hand still clutching John’s head like a football, and stretched his legs out behind him like he was doing a pushup.
The change in position gave Carter the angle he needed to go deeper, and he didn’t hesitate to use it. John stared up at Carter’s groin, the werewolf’s body blocking out everything else, forced to hold his breath while Carter took ownership of his face.
This was what John loved. To be pinned down by a muscular beast of a man and used like a piece of meat. It made his balls pull up tight in his sac, and his cock was leaking pre-cum like a faucet.
Carter pushed the final inch of his cock into John’s throat, dropping his hips down so that the bulk of his weight was settled on John’s head. John could feel heavy balls squished down on his chin, and Carter’s neatly trimmed pubic hairs were tickling his nose. His vision was completely darkened by Carter’s body and he couldn’t see a thing.
Carter held his position until John’s lungs were burning for air and his vision starting to black out around the edges. Still, Carter showed no sign of pulling out. He was rocking his hips, fucking into John’s throat with short little jabs that gave John no chance of catching his breath.
John was almost about to pass out when Carter shot his load. The werewolf lifted up onto his knees and yanked his pulsating cock out of John’s throat, exploding all over his face. The thick creamy liquid hit John’s face like it was shooting out of a water hose.
There was so much of it. Thick ropes of come, one after another, drenching John’s face and chest and making him feel like the star of a bukakke orgy.
It seemed like it was never going to end.
“Open your mouth,” Carter grunted, pushing the fat head of his cock at John’s lips and forcing it inside. John was still breathing hard, and he almost inhaled the first shot of ejaculate that spilled into his mouth. He swallowed it down instead, breathing through his nose as he hollowed out his cheeks and milked Carter through the rest of his orgasm.
He wished he could shoot like that. From the grunts and moans coming from the big werewolf, the orgasm was out of this world.
Sliding his hands out of the belt wrapped around his wrists, John let the length of leather fall to the floor as he reached up to wipe the mess out of his eyes. He was still on his back, Carter kneeling over him with his knees on either side of his chest, and John’s cock was throbbing with the need to come.
Carter’s orgasm had finally finished, and he let his cock slip out of John’s mouth with a wet plop and a shudder.
“Sit up,” Carter said, rising from his kneeling position as John lifted his torso away from the floor. He couldn’t believe how much Carter had come. It was dripping down his face and neck like icing off a hot cake, and if it hadn’t been so hot it would have been disgusting.
Carter bent down and reached under John’s arms and dragged him back toward the huge floor to ceiling windows, plopping down behind him while pulling him back to lean against his insanely muscular chest.
He was warm, and John shuffled back to maximize the contact. He wished that Carter were naked. The werewolf’s long legs were spread out on either side of him, muscular thighs straining the seams of his pants, and his huge size-twenty dress shoes were pointing up at the ceiling in a way that really emphasized just how enormous Carter’s feet were.
“You’re all messy,” Carter growled, sounding amused. He snaked one arm around John’s waist and held him tight, using his free hand to scoop up a glob of come and shove it into John’s mouth. Carter’s fingers were rough and demanding as they pushed past John’s lips, forcing their way all the way to the back of his throat as he gruffly commanded him to lick.
“Can I jerk off, please?” John asked, voice muffled by the fingers searching around his mouth. He was loving the way Carter had him pinned, the thick arm pressing against his stomach, and if he didn’t jerk off now he was going to explode.
“Let me do it,” Carter said, pulling him even tighter and reaching for his cock. John gasped as Carter’s fingers wrapped around his length, and then he whimpered when Carter started to jerk him off in rough, tight strokes that had his whole body going tense with pleasure.
The arm across John’s midsection shifted as Carter reached up and started pinching John’s nipples, pulling and twisting them in a way that went right to John’s balls.
“I’m going to come,” John warned, and Carter’s hands instantly disappeared from his cock and nipples. John let out a needy moan and wished he hadn’t said anything. He wanted to shoot his load so bad he was practically vibrating out of his skin.
“Not until I’m inside you,” Carter said, voice rumbling in John’s ear. John clenched his gut, sweat beading on his brow, his cock feeling like it was just one good stroke away from going off like a volcano. Carter pushed him forward and stood up, and John was left reeling at the lack of contact.
Whatever Carter had planned could wait untilafterJohn had come, couldn’t it?
