I’m finally holding him in the fucking palm of my hand. I envision the fat trunk of my cock squeezing into his drippinghole just like my fingers are doing, my balls swinging full of cum to fill him up until he begs me to stop.
When he’s meek like this, a slut for it, he makes me want to corrupt him, eat him all up, consume him. My erection throbs as it rubs a sticky path over his belly, just that small amount of friction feels fucking amazing. And those pointy nipples rocking up and down. Jesus fuuuck. Something explodes inside me, and I attack his chest like a wild creature, sucking his tits into my mouth, raking my tongue up and down, biting and sucking again. I gorge myself on them, my cock stroking against his body, as if I’m already inside his tight hole, molding it to my length.
His hips start jerking helplessly, his body seized up, and with my name on his lips, his hole clenches tightly around my hand. My eyes never leave his. Christ, he’s fucking gorgeous when he climaxes.
He slides against the tiles as the warm water falls down his body. We are surrounded by clouds of steam and the harsh panting of our breaths. His throat feels tight under my palm. Most of my hand is still half-buried inside his ass, slowly moving. Just to remind him who owns this body.
My fingers slide up from his throat, cupping his cheek. Gaze drops to his lips as I run my thumb over the lower one. Slowly and steadily, I withdraw my four fingers from his hole, letting his heels touch the ground again. My cock stands up between us, hard, angry-looking, glistening with water and a few pearly-white traces of his cum. He seems transfixed by the sight as he shudders.
I tug down his lower lip, pushing the tip of my thumb between his teeth to force his mouth open. I pull it out again, rubbing itover his lip, rough and firm, showing him I can touch him any way I want. I dip more thumb inside and press down on his wet, soft tongue. It twirls around me, agonizingly slow, in a dirty, sexy movement. He moans, and I see raw want in his pools. The thumb slips out. My fingers clench around his hair, and I pull it back.
I look down at his bruised body, but I focus my attention on the bite mark on his shoulder. I lap at it and then lick up to his neck, sucking another hickey there. His leg wraps around my waist, and he shifts until the head of my cock rubs against his hole.
He rides it a little, rubbing his ass on it, getting the tip wet and slippery with soap.
“You want my dick up your ass?” I whisper darkly into his ear as I start breaching him. He holds himself still. We are both panting, and I’m drooling with the desire to push myself balls-deep into him. I need to vent the anger, the frustration I’ve been feeling since the explosion.
“You are my tight, wet fuckhole.” I tug him down an inch, and my aching dick pops inside. Yes, he’s fucking gaping for me.
Raw moans fall from his unhinged lips, and in one quick movement, I grab his hip and shove myself inside him, throwing my head back and groaning like a damn beast.
My cock is pulsing inside his squeezing channel, feeling like it has finally come home. Now it wants to fucking play. I start driving it into his prostate like a sledgehammer. He cries out and braces his hands on my pecs after I hook his other leg on my waist. I ram my hips up, fucking up into him, bouncing him on my cock. But Sully doesn’t make me do all the work. He shoveshimself back down, hanging on, trying to meet my hard thrusts. It makes me reach even deeper.
“It feels so good,” he moans with hazy eyes, utterly lost to my rutting dick.
“Keep sucking my cock like a little bitch. Fuck yeah. Just like that,” I grit out, tightening my grip on his hair.
My ears are filled with the filthy sound of wet, joining flesh, while my heavy balls swing up, spanking his perfect ass every time I pound mercilessly into him. His body shakes, and he screams, jizz shooting out on my chest, hole squeezing me like a vise.
My stomach muscles clench, abs going rigid, and I feel lightheaded as bursts of cum explode out of my dick. I groan and growl, drowned in ecstasy as I keep slamming into his thirsty hole. I have an endless supply of spunk for him, filling him so full that I’m sure it will spill out. Eventually, my balls turn empty, and I collapse against him, pushing him against the shower wall.
“I could fuck you uninterrupted twenty-four seven, Little Chick,” I pant. “So damn good.”
I let him slide down the wall, pushing his legs off, still holding his hips in case he feels too weak. The tip of my dick is still inside him, and I leave it there as the falling water continues to wash us.
Sully pulls my head down and gives me a sweet, deep kiss. I let him lead this time, and he seems to appreciate it. All my anger seems to have melted away along with the orgasm. We quickly wash ourselves and then get out of the shower. I wrap a towel around his body and slide his glasses on his nose. Then I start drying his hair.
I’m wearing a pair of sweats when I see him in front of the bathroom mirror. He’s staring at his reflection with a deep frown as he brushes his hair. I take some pink bandages out of the box on the lower shelf near the sink and start putting them on his body.
“I’m a mess. A fucking work in progress,” he suddenly states, gesticulating with the brush in his hand. I grab his wrist right before he manages to smack himself with it and take it away.
He’s going underwater again; I can see the signs. He needs something to ground him. I grab his throat again, feeling his erratic pulse against my palm, and pull him against me. Forehead to forehead. The other hand moves down, gripping his ass in a possessive move.
“Why do you want to fit in when you were born to be mine?”
My mouth crashes onto his, and I swallow his breath, his spit, his moans.
“Sweet, like biting into a warm fruit,” I hiss on his lips, licking them. I feel hungrier for them every time I get a taste. So soft and obedient.
“Mmph, I think I could come only from kissing you,” he sighs. “Thank you.”
His timid confession makes me kiss his forehead.
I let him go, proud of my work, since he looks calmer now. He sticks a Band-Aid on my cheek—it has a little sun on it that Sully drew. He resumes donning the clean clothes I brought to the bathroom.
“How did you know? About the bomb.” He wears my brown sweater, which looks like a dress on him, and a pair of gray leggings.
“I didn’t. You said it was weird for the delivery truck to come at night. I saw the footprints in the soil but no package. After Dare told me he watched on the security cameras someone screwing with the soil, I knew we had to get out of there.” I put on a T-shirt.
