After that, I turned into some sort of deprived animal, rutting between his legs with single-minded determination. Our skin slapped, his dick bounced, and the musky scent of sex filled the heated room. His body was tight and slick, molding around my cock like a second skin, and when I pulled my hips back, it would clench greedily, refusing to let me pull all the way out.
And so I held myself there, just my swollen tip stretching that tight ring of muscle, the grip so good I nearly saw stars.
I gazed between our bodies, shallowly thrusting, transfixed by the way his rim flexed around me with every move. Feeling possessive even as I fucked him, I spit on my shaft and then pushed in, forcing more of me inside him.
“More,” he demanded. The greedy doll.
I spit on him again and dropped my hands on either side of his body, driving deep with every punch of my hips. I was thick and long, assaulting his prostate with every pass, making him writhe and whimper beneath me. My own release hammered at the base of my spine, and I tried to hold it off. But his body was too good, the need to mark him too strong.
Reaching between us, I fisted his dick and drove into his prostate. He came undone with only one stroke, crying out and spurting as though he hadn’t just had an orgasm less than an hour ago. I stroked him through it and then grabbed his balls.
His eyes flew open, lips parting as I squeezed and massaged, making his dick spasm a final time. I kept him in my hand another moment, rolling his soft sack around and kneading it gently.
He hummed happily, and I dragged my hand back up his shaft before pushing two fingers into his mouth. He accepted them instantly, drawing them deep, wide eyes staring up at me while he worked.
“Yes. Suck my fingers while I breed this tight little ass.”
The pressure on my fingers increased, and his stare went hazy.
I grunted. “That’s what I thought. This doll craves a belly full of cum.”
His teeth clamped down on my fingers, and the prick of pain shot my release through me like white lightning. It was so intense that my body bowed, which drove my cock even deeper inside him. The pressure on my fingers released, and Haz whimpered, but ecstasy had a hold on me, and I stayedburied, hips rutting as my dick unleashed. I was sweating when I finished, pulse racing and body weak. I glanced down, noting how mashed together we were, and started to withdraw.
Haz’s legs wrapped around me, his feet shoving my ass. “Not yet.”
Another aftershock shot through me, and I glanced down at his lower belly. Maybe I was high from endorphins or my vision was blurred. But he looked a little swollen, stuffed nice and full of my seed.
Satisfaction roared through me, and I covered that little mound with my hand, rubbing against it with pride. “Mine.”
He huffed a little. “Oh, I’m ruined for anyone else.”
Leaning forward, I snatched his chin, my stare boring into his. “There is no one else. There never will be again.”I will kill them.
I might even kill whoever came before me.
His stare never once dropped from mine, even though I knew it shone with the unhinged promise of violence. And then he nodded.
I kissed him. Long and sloppy. Rolling so I was on my back and he was sprawled across my chest. I kissed him until my lungs burned for air, and then I kissed him more. Eventually, he collapsed onto my chest, burying his face in my neck, and I held him to me like someone might try and steal him away.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked after a while.
“If you did, it was overshadowed by pleasure.”
I tugged his moplike strands gently, just enough to get him to lift his head. “You can use your safe word any time. I will stop what I’m doing immediately, and I will never use it against you. Your safety and pleasure come before anything else, even me.”
He smiled shyly and ducked his face. “You didn’t hurt me. Your dick is just huge.”
I smiled up at the ceiling.
A little while later, I carried him (and his IV) into the bathroom to clean us up. The set to his lips and the sheen of sweat on his brow was proof he was sore and in need of more rest. It brought back the murderous thoughts I’d been drowning in the entire night toward whoever did this to him.
I would not let this go. Whoever did this would not go unpunished.
Once he was clean and buttoned into one of my clean shirts, I left him sitting on the bathroom counter to retrieve his red boxers with pizza slices all over them.Utterlyridiculous.
“Don’t fiddle with that,” I snapped, coming back into the bathroom to see him picking at the bandage around his knee.
“I haven’t seen the stitches yet.”
