Fuck.
That doll-eyed stare. Glassy. Unfocused.
Like he’s passed out.
Like he’sdead.
I almost fucking blow. My cock’s throbbing so bad I can feel my heartbeat in the tip, my balls so tight they’re practicallyclimbing up inside me. I have to stop moving just to keep from unloading.
Fuck, that’s dark. That’s so fucking dark. I shouldn’t be into this. I shouldn’t be getting off on this.
But I am.
I’m so fucking into it.
Fuck, maybe I’llhaveto unpack it.
But yeah, not now. Right now, all I can feel is the heat of his hole around my cock, the weight of his limp body on my thighs and the way his head lolls back like his neck’s broken.
I slam into him again. His body jerks with the impact.
Good doll.
I get my thumb on his lip, pull his mouth open, and let drool drip from my mouth into his for the third time tonight just because I want to and I can. Just because he takes it, swallowing my spit without a flicker of reaction. The pure degradation of it has me right on the fucking brink.
“Gonna fill you up,” I pant, crushing my cheek against his. “Gonna flood that pretty little cunt. And then you’re gonna sit in the driver’s seat the whole ride home with my load leaking out of you. You hear me? Every bump we hit, you’re gonna feel my cum inside you.”
I stop hammering and roll my hips in a tight circle, feeling his wall convulse.
“Fuck yeah,” I hiss. “Yeah, right there—do that again—such a good slut—”
He doesn’t do it again.
So I do it for him. Same angle, same slow grind. Feel him massaging my cock again.
“There it is. There’s my good doll. Just like that. Stay still and let me destroy you—”
The groan I let out when I finally bust is loud enough that my brain screams “parking lot”while my dick screams “don’t care.”
“Fuck—shit—fuck!” I’m shaking, my fingers digging into him so hard I feel my nails sink in. I pull him down tight against me, burying myself to the hilt, and feel the boiling heat of my cum flood his ass.
He stays perfectly still while I empty my balls inside him.
It’s a massive fucking load.
I lean back in my seat with my hands going slack on his hips, and stare at the fogged-up windshield, trying to remember what my name is.
“Damn,” I breathe into the quiet truck.
His cock is still trapped between us, rock-solid and leaking heavy drops of pre-cum onto my stomach. He didn’t come. He didn’t manage to blow his load just from taking my dick in his pussy, which means he hasn’t earned a release. Toys are built for use, not for getting off.
The sight of his desperate, denied meat makes the whole setup even hotter.
He looks exactly like what he is.
A beautiful, ruined fuck-doll.
Yeah, he’s beautiful. And admitting my bro is beautiful is another thought going straight into the ‘never think about this again’vault.
