“Suck,” he said, pushing his fingers into John’s mouth. John parted his lips and let Carter’s fingers inside, licking and sucking them clean of his own load. It tasted different from Carter’s, but he wasn’t quite sure how to describe it. Not as good, maybe, though that may also just be a mental thing.
“It’s okay. You can’t help being a horny little slut,” Carter said, fucking four fingers into John’s mouth like he was trying to make him choke. He pushed in deep, twisting his hand around inside the tight space in a display of ownership that was pure domination.
“Are you ready to get fucked?” Carter asked, hooking his fingers in John’s cheek before pulling them out and smearing them on his forehead. John wondered what he looked like. He was still covered in the remnants of Carter’s massive load from earlier, along with the sweat of Carter’s ass and his own saliva, and he felt filthy.
When this was over he was going to take a long, hot shower. But until then he’d enjoy the raunchiness.
“So ready,” John said, breathing hard and licking his lips. Carter grinned and slid off the mattress, grabbing John by the hip and yanking him to the end of the bed. He grabbed the bottle of olive oil and lubed up his cock, his big hand sliding up and down his shaft and making it glisten.
The scent of the oil reached John’s nose, making him smile. It was not a scent he’d ever associated with sex, but he knew that from now on whenever he smelled it this was what he would think of.
“Slow and easy first,” Carter said, pushing his cock at John’s hole and forcing the huge head inside. John cried out at the invasion. Carter hadn’t even stretched him. He clenched his thighs as Carter’s bulbous head forced his rim to stretch, breathing hard when Carter stilled.
“You okay?” Carter asked, not moving and giving him some time to get used to the stretch. It was a lot.
“Just a minute,” John said. Carter stayed unmoving, reaching down and stroking the side of John’s thigh in a soothing manner. When John’s breathing evened out, he started slowly pushing his way deeper. Then he grabbed John’s bound ankles and pulled them apart, using them for leverage.
“How does that feel?” Carter asked, voice gruff. John blinked up at him, the werewolf’s hulking form the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He looked like a barbarian, all those muscles and his huge stature like something out of John’s most improbable fantasies.
“Feels good,” John said. Carter’s cock was huge, stretching him to his limit and filling him deep, but it didn’t hurt. Carter was being careful enough that John only felt pleasure.
“Ready to take it harder?” Carter asked. He’d bottomed out, his balls pressed tight against John’s ass, and the look on his face made John shudder. He looked intent and ready, his body ready to spring into action at a second’s notice. His eyes promised a rough and violent ride, and John wasn’t sure his ass was there yet.
“Slow a little longer,” he said, needing a little more time to adjust before a pounding could be pleasurable.
“Okay,” Carter said, his muscles relaxing. He bent his waist and brought his mouth down to John’s for a kiss, his hand sliding up to fist in John’s hair and hold his head in place.
The press of Carter’s lips was gentle, and when he slipped his tongue into John’s mouth that too was languid and slow. Carter licked into him like he was savoring the taste, swiping his tongue over John’s lips and sliding it over his gums. John kissed him back eagerly, but there was no doubt who was in control of the kiss.
Carter took John’s lower lip between his teeth and bit down, grinning into his mouth, and let out a little growl. John laughed, and then gasped when Carter pulled his hips back and withdrew his cock until just the mushroom shaped head remained inside. Carter held his position for a second, and then drove his hips forward, fucking into John’s ass with a powerful thrust.
John moaned in pleasure, Carter’s mouth swallowing the sound as he repeated the action. John clenched his fists and wished his arms were free so that he could wrap them around Carter’s upper body. They were chest to chest, Carter looming over him like a dark god, and Carter’s hips were moving faster and faster. He was driving his cock into John’s prostate, and John could feel his second orgasm building.
“You okay?” Carter asked, his voice rough and curt as his hips moved at a frantic pace. The werewolf was fucking him like a machine, pounding into him like a jackhammer, the sound of his hips slamming into John’s ass filling the room.
“Feels good,” John grunted. He felt amazing, his ass taking Carter’s cock like it was made for it.
Carter lifted his torso, licking his lips and grinning, and grabbed John’s thighs in his meaty hands and yanked him back on his cock. The grip was bruising, and pretty soon John was being pounded to within in an inch of his life. He stared up at Carter, amazed, and for a second it was like an out of body experience.
His orgasm caught him completely by surprise. Carter reached down and wrapped his fist around John’s cock, jerking him off in times to his thrusts and making him see stars.
He clenched down on the cock fucking into him, and the next thing he knew Carter’s hips were stuttering and he could feel a torrent of come shooting into his ass.
It felt like it was never going to end. Carter leaned down again and kissed him, fucking into him as he shot his load, filling him up and making him feel bloated.
When it was finally over, Carter broke the kiss and untied John’s limbs. John let his legs fall down on either side of Carter’s body, his arms coming to rest by his sides. He felt boneless and fucked out, and with a laugh he realized that Carter’s cock was still inside of him.
“What?” Carter asked, running his hand through his hair. It was sweaty and wet, and when he lifted his arm John got a mouthwatering glimpse of his pit. He remembered how Carter had shoved his face in there and his spent cock twitched.
“Nothing,” John said.
Carter stepped back, his still hard length sliding out of John’s ass. John tried to clench his hole shut, but Carter had fucked him hard and his hole was gaping. A steady trickle of come leaked out of his ass. Carter bent down and unceremoniously shoved two fingers into his hole, making him cry out.
“Too sore?” Carter asked, scissoring his fingers and pulling on John’s rim like he was testing it.
“For what?” John asked, apprehensive.
Carter grinned, withdrawing his fingers and standing up, taking his cock in hand and showing it to John. It was hard as a rock.
“For round two, of course.” Carter’s grin was practically evil. “Think you can take it?”
John groaned.
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