He works me open with one finger, curling and stroking while his tongue does filthy things to my cock. Every time he hollows his cheeks and sucks, I get closer to losing my mind. Then another finger joins the first, and the stretch makes me hiss. Burns a little, but god, it feels good, especially when he scissors them and finds that spot inside me that makes everything go white.
“Stop teasing me,” I groan, barely coherent. “Please, Alexei, I need more.”
A third finger pushes in, and my mouth falls open.
He’s stretching me so wide, fingers twisting and spreading, hitting my prostate over and over until I’m shaking. His mouth never stops working my cock, tongue tracing every vein, and I’m going to come if he doesn’t stop.
“Please, I’m ready,” I breathe out. “Please, I need you inside me. I can’t, please?—”
He pulls off my cock with a wet sound and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes are so dark they’re almostblack, pupils blown wide, and he looks wrecked. Slowly, he pulls his fingers out, and I whimper at the loss, clenching around nothing.
He slicks up his cock, stroking himself once, twice, staring at me the whole time like he’s memorizing this moment.
He grabs my legs and pushes them up against my chest, folding me in half. The position makes me feel exposed as hell, and when he lines himself up and starts to push in, the stretch steals every thought from my head. My hole opens around him, taking him inch by inch, and it’s so much.
The stretch hits all at once as he presses deeper, slow but relentless, and when he bottoms out, the groan that tears from his chest is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Every inch of him is inside me, and I can’t breathe, can’t think, can only feel how full I am.
“Look at you,” he says, voice wrecked. “Ruined already, and I’ve barely even started.”
He leans down and kisses me hard and messy, then pulls back and slams into me. The first thrust punches the air from my lungs, and I moan so loud I slap a hand over my mouth, but it’s useless. He’s splitting me open, and it feels so fucking good I could die.
He grabs my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and yanks me into each brutal thrust.
“Take your hand off your mouth. I want to hear every filthy sound you make while I’m buried inside of you.”
His angle shifts, and suddenly, he’s hitting that spot deep inside me with every thrust, again and again, relentless and perfect. Pre-cum leaks out of me, trailing from my cock to my stomach in sticky strings, and I’m so close I can barely see straight.
Jesus Christ, he’s actually going to make me come without even touching me.
“I’m going to, I can’t, I’m—” The words dissolve into a broken moan because I can’t form sentences anymore.
My balls pull tight, and then I shatter. My cock pulses and cum spurts out in thick ropes, striping up my stomach in messy lines. Every thrust drags another sound out of me, louder and more desperate than the last, until I’m practically sobbing with it.
“Fuck, look at you,” he groans.
His grip on my hips tightens, and his cock swells inside me, rhythm stuttering into something erratic and desperate. He groans, deep and rough, and warmth floods my insides as he comes. He keeps fucking me through it, slower now but still deep, every thrust making me twitch from how sensitive I am.
He drops onto me, forehead pressed to mine, both of us gasping for air like we just ran a marathon.
“You’re squeezing me so tight it feels like you’re begging me never to pull out,” he murmurs against my lips, and I can hear the smirk in his voice.
He kisses me again, slower this time, lazily exploring my mouth while our hearts pound against each other. I wrap my arms around his back and hold him there, our bodies sticky with cum and sweat, chest to chest, breathing each other’s air. When he finally slides out of me, I actually pout at the loss.
“I think you might have fucked me so hard that I’m about to pass out,” I mumble against his mouth.
He huffs a soft laugh. “We are going again in five minutes. That was just foreplay.”
My eyes widen.
“You won’t be able to leave even if you wanted to when I’m done with you. I’ll make sure your body remembers me every time you try to move.”
“You’re insane,” I say, breathless.
“Da.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “You can’t just fuck someone so hard they can’t go to work the next morning, Alexei.”
He eyes me like I just challenged him to prove exactly how wrong I am. I already know I screwed up by saying that.
