Page 40 of Prince of the Arena


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I never come in my lovers. Had never done so before until my first time with him. Something about it feels too intimate. Too lasting. But every ounce of me wants to fill him with my seed again, wants to claim him. Mark him in a way no one else can.

“Fuck.” My pace increases at the thought of my cock exploding in his ass.

“Day,” Farron cries out, face scrunching.

I pull him close, my mouth dipping to his neck to suck on the sensitive skin. I need to possess him, make him mine, fill him, scar him.

If anyone ever lays a hand on him, I’ll rid them of life and fuck him in their blood.

A broken moan escapes his lips as I release my teeth from his neck. A red mark lingers.Good.

The chains rattle in time with the slap of our bodies, my balls hitting his ass hard as I push as deep as I can go.Not hardenough. Strength courses through my arms as I grab his hips, pulling him down more. Then I still.

Arching my back, I let out an intense moan as I feel his tight muscles grip my cock. His whimpering voice is so sweet. “Oh gods, Day. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

But I don’t move, not yet. I stare at him, firmly gripping the nape of his neck. His whole body shudders around my length, his own cock hard again and aching, dripping against his stomach.

“Day… Day,” he breathes.

“Shush.” My fingers tremble on his hips, tight enough to bruise. “I want to feel this, Fare. I need to feel this. Just for a little longer.”

He nods, hands grasping the chains. “This feels so good. You feel so good.”

I squat down, still holding Fare close to me, and grab the key off the floor. Trembling, I unlock the chains from the wall, and his wrists fall away to loop around my shoulders. We both let out a moan as the movement pushes me deeper inside him. He’s so easy to hold in my arms. His mouth opens against me as I kiss him. I rotate my hips, not ready to pull out even an inch. I circle my cock, touching every part of his inner walls.

Farron kisses me deeply, then sucks on my bottom lip before biting down.

“Naughty boy,” I murmur. “I’m going to fucking fill you to the brim, baby, until you’re stuffed full of my cum.”

His reaction to my words spasms through his whole body. His muscles clench so hard around my cock, I almost explode.

“Would you like that?” I groan. “You’ll have to walk out of here with my cum running down your legs.”

He blinks, eyes glassy, face flushed. He’s too fucking cute, too fucking beautiful. I never want to let him go. I move my lips tohis ear. “Walk past all those gladiators. They won’t see it. But they’ll smell it. They’ll know who you belong to.”

Farron whips his head to capture my lips with his, his soft hair falling across my brow. He moans something. I think it’s yes. But I need to make sure.

I pull out, out, out, out, out of him, until it’s just my tip nudging his entrance. It’s delicious how his body moves and squirms with the movement.

“Tell me, who do you belong to?” I plunge all the way into him. His answer is a broken whimper. I pull out again, slamming in harder. “Tell me, baby.”

Farron’s face scrunches up and he lets loose a cry. His fingers are so tight in my hair I swear he almost pulls it out.

My pace increases rapidly, strong strokes deep inside him. “Tell. Me. Who. You. Belong. To,” I growl at him with each pump.

“Day, I’m yours.” He grips my face with sweat-slicked palms, then brings his lips before mine. “I’d crawl naked behind you if you asked.”

Fuck.His cock is so hard. I free my hand from his waist to touch him. He’s so ready for me, all it takes is that one hard stroke for ropes of his sticky hot release to coat my palm.

The shattering of his face sends me over the edge. I push deeper than I have all night, roaring as I burst inside him.

“Day,” Farron groans, wiggling in my arms.

“You’re not moving.” I pull him closer. “Not until you take it all.”

“Fucking fill me, Day. It feels so good. Gods!”

My cock keeps shuddering into him, waves of pleasure releasing. Something tightens in my chest at his expression. That half-lidded gaze he’s giving me…