Even if we don’t have a future, I surely won’t be with any other man. The police would shoot me first, so… I can give him that. The sole ownership of my hole.
And, oh, how something in me loosens under his touch, something in me becomes his, starts to belong, even if only for a quick flash of impossible life, a flicker of elusive happiness.
When his mouth and tongue brush over my overstimulated ring, making it more open and receptive, my feelings for him seem to soften too.
Shame that it’s overshadowed by the feeling of impending loss. Relentless. Every moan I let out carries a note of pain, becoming a wail, a desperate cry.
Still, of course, against reason, for this brief moment, while the fire between us ignites, I fight to cut myself off from everything else and remain his.
My strange heat helps. I let myself take it, let myself tremble in the pleasurable waves caused by the movements of his tongue as he kisses, licks, and massages my already soft opening. The hunger grows until I finally start begging him to do it, to enter me, to push into me, to split me open, using a strange mix ofwords and AO language that spills out of me in ragged, spasming gasps.
Eliano hurriedly pulls the condom on, and a moment later he drives into me. He has no intention of dragging it out, and honestly, thank fuck for that.
Oh. Wow.
This time he goes so much deeper than before. I can feel something inside me stretching intensely, being pushed open, and it is such a strange sensation, a mix of anxiety and overwhelming arousal. Is he going to tear me apart or make me come instantly? That is a damn good question.
This time he pushes through a good eight and a half inches with surprising ease, close to what I managed while riding him earlier, but the difference is that now he is sinking into me much faster. I feel so full it is like I might explode, literally and figuratively, bursting into pink bubbles of pleasure.
My hips are practically suspended in the air, my weight resting on my elbows and shoulders against the bed, and he starts thrusting into me. His movements are far more dynamic and intense than before, but it is still not rough pounding, more like enthusiastic fucking. I get the sense that earlier he was holding himself back hard, fully aware of how challenging his size was for me, but now he is letting himself take more of me.
Even though he still is not going all the way in, it already feels like I have his massive tool lodged in my stomach.
I am being speared, plowed, drilled, my hips rocking helplessly in the air, my cock hard as a piece of metal rod, swaying between my thighs and splattering pre-cum along the edge of the bed.
I feel him, experience him, his size, the fullness. Stars spin in front of my eyes, every inch stretching me, rubbing me from the inside, hitting that sweet place buried in my channel.
Fuck, I am starting to get addicted to being stuffed like a damn chicken on a spit.
"Fuck me, fuck me, Eliano, give me all of it!"
Eliano gasps, like my plea throws him off.
"I don’t know if you’re ready," he blurts out, but I keep pushing, burning, inflamed with want.
"Do it, do it, push all the way in…"
"Sure?!"
"Yes!" I almost shout.
And then I feel it, the force of his hips moving forward, strong and relentless, and I let out a loud groan as something inside me quite literally rearranges itself.
And suddenly I feel his pelvis pressing flush against my ass. Eliano is fully inside me, finally bottoming out.
"Oh fuck," he murmurs in disbelief, his voice breaking. "You feel amazing, Salt. Like you were made for me."
Wow, I am so full!
It feels like some boundary has been crossed inside me, physically but also mentally, and I sense that the same thing is happening to Eliano. I hear his breathing becoming more ragged, louder, almost desperate.
"Oh my gosh. Oh wow, Salt…"
I start to feel it. Something deep inside me begins to spread, to force itself open.
"It’s a knot…" I gasp.
For a split second I want to beg him to pull out, and the next I want to beg him never to even think about it. Either way, it is already too late. I feel the massive bulb of his knot expanding about a third of the way into his length.
