I realize I’m cradling the top of his head with my hand, fisting his hair, pulling as I grind my hips.
“Am I being clear enough?” I insist, and he moans as he squeezes me hard.
“How about your cock?” he asks, looking straight into my eyes. “Is it going to fuck only my ass?”
“No.”
His body turns tense, and I can see that he’s about to insult me heavily. I grab his chin, thumb parting his lips. “It’ll fuck this mouth as well.”
His angry expression turns into shock. But he regains control soon. “Fuck. My brains. Out. Then,” he slowly enunciates.
I press him harder against the glass wall. My blood is boiling. The brat wants to be spanked again and nailed at the same time.
“Nothing to say to that?”
“I thought I was already doing it.” I slap his ass and squeeze the flesh, still not moving my hips.
He hisses. “Will you fill my ass the hell up with cum, please? My slutty hole is hungry.”
The image his words create in my head makes me almost roar. I never have unprotected sex, but fuck, I’ve never felt this primal desire for anybody else. He’s rolling his hips, grinding and clenching down, making me insane. Will his flat stomach bulge if I come inside him? I want to stuff him full until it bursts. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
His eyes turn lust-filled as I snarl, “I’ll make you regret tempting me.”
I pull out, slide the condom off, spit on my throbbing length, and ram my raw dick right back in. Jesus. Fuck. I yank his head on the side and bite his neck, sinking my teeth. A wild, muffled growl rips out of my throat, which echoes Art’s moan. He feels too good. Wet, pulsing, hot heaven cradling my bare length.
“I’ll never regret. I want you so fucking much,” he slurs, earning his first taste of pre-cum.
“Show me. Fuck my dick, bounce those lush cocksuckers on my cock.” I grunt as he does. “Faster. Harder. Squeeze that fuckhole.”
I can’t think anymore, my brain is flooded with rapture as I spank and bruise his ass.
“Like this, baby?” His sultry voice, his sweet scent, his body…our compatibility is off the fucking charts.
“Want to strangle you and wreck your ass,” I grunt, my words fraught with restraint.
“Do it.” He takes my hand and wraps it around his throat. “Lash your anger on me. Use me. Get it all out, baby.”
I love it when his wild side clashes with mine in a fucked-up symphony of lust and depravity.
“Then take what you deserve, bitch.” I tighten my fingers around his neck just enough to make him pant.
“Always,” he whispers. It sounds like a fucking prayer.
I’m ramming into him, so fucking far inside I’m digging a new space, pinning him firmly against the glass so that I can let go of his ass cheek to tweak his nipple. I twist the hoop, pinch the bud, and pull on both. I hate tattoos, but his, just like the piercings, it suits him.
He starts stroking his erection, clearly desperate for release. Oh, no. I slap his hand away and push my thumb over his slit.
“No!” His frenetic cry makes me snarl with satisfaction. My hips give it to him hard.
“Please.”
My fingers leave his neck as I batter his ass like a beast in heat. My palm finds his scars on his lower back, and those conflicted feelings reemerge. I’m about to let go of his dick when he starts screaming. Ecstasy shoots through him, his hole spasms like crazy. His head is pressed back, neck straining. There’s no cum anywhere. Did he just have a dry orgasm?
It’s suddenly too hard to hold back, and I let go. I roar, pulsing and shooting inside his quaking body again and again. So fucking good. Yes! Oh, fuck. I groan with each throb. I have him impaled on my cock as more cum spurts out, and I hear him moan and groan. His body is twitching against mine, his thighs shaking. He’s still coming, milking me dry, such a whore for cum.
It takes a minute for my mind to stop spinning, for rational thoughts to float back into my brain. I took him bareback. Damnit! What the fuck am I doing? Does it matter? In less than four days, he’ll go. I should just enjoy while it lasts. It was so fucking amazing, I want to do it again. He took my cum, took every drop. And I want to see it.
I slowly pull out, my dick feels sensitive, and yet still not ready to quit. I put him down and grip onto his hips to spin him around. His palms fall flat on the glass wall, but he doesn’t say anything. Looking drowsy, spaced out, in a post-dry-orgasmic haze. I roll my hips, jutting my cock down to slide the head under his soft balls as I look transfixed at the small bead of cum dripping out of his hole.
