Page 121 of Crave Me

I sank to my knees before him.

“Fuck, Cas, I’m liking this a whole lot.” He stroked his hard cock. Tugging me with his grip on my tie, he forced my head down and rubbed his cock all over my cheeks. “Stick your tongue out,” he ordered.

As I obliged, he slid his cock along it.

“Don’t lick or suck. Keep your mouth open, that tongue out.”

As he made me hold his cock on my tongue, he reached down and gathered my pre-cum that was now leaking down my shaft shamelessly.

He then spread it all over his cock in my mouth and over my tongue, even my gums and teeth, coating me with my own taste.

He tugged brutally hard on the tie and slammed forward at the same time, driving his cock right to the back of my throat in one definitive thrust.

As I choked and spluttered, it set him off, and then he was binding me to him by the tie as he rammed in and out of my throat absolutely savagely.

“Fuck, yeah. Your mouth is such a desperate whore for my cock. Take it, take it fucking deep,” he was yelling as he throat fucked me.

He was most definitely unhinged and not himself.

But if this was the way he needed to purge some of that toxicity, so be it.

I took it all, swallowing around his crown for good measure and watching his eyes roll back in his head from the sensation.

His attempt to own me hit me deep in a place I hadn’t thought existed for me, and then I was bucking my hips as pre-cum leaked all over my abs.

Noticing, he smirked, then started twisting and slapping my balls, making me cry out around his cock and squirm on my knees before him.

His slaps and thrusts became more violent to the point where the burning pain of it had me shuddering and I grew lightheaded from him denying me a full breath.

And then he suddenly stopped and ripped his cock from my throat, making me slap my hands down onto the floor and choke, struggling to draw in much-needed air.

This ruthless, dominating side of him was something else.

He continued to prove that in the next moment as he wrenched me to my knees by the tie and dragged me over to my bed.

He pulled the tie over my head and tossed it away, then shoved his hand to my back so my chest was plastered to the foot of the bed, my feet on the floor. “Ass up,” he commanded, giving my cheeks a couple of stinging slaps to enforce his command.

I arched my back and gave him what he wanted.

I heard rustling and instinctively went to look over my shoulder at him, but he shoved my head down. “Stay,” he ordered. “Rub your cock on the sheets.”

A thrill I wasn’t used to went through me and I started rolling my hips.

“Harder. Make it burn. Punish that big dick for me.”

“Fuck,” I grunted as I basically humped the sheets, drenching them with my pre-cum.

Through it, I felt my ass cheeks being spread wide and then I moaned as his slick finger dipped into my hole. A moment later I heard the squirt of lube and then it was being dripped into my ass. He swirled it around with his finger, then added another all too quickly, making me feel the burn. I twisted against the rough intrusion and it earned me a brutal slap to my balls, forcing a cry from me.

“Push back on me. Show me how desperate this tight hot ass is to swallow me whole.”

I pushed back and he used the opportunity to ruthlessly ram them inside me all the way to the last knuckle.

A roar tore from me as he hit that sweet spot deep inside.

“Shit… ungh!” I cried as he curled his fingers and teased it ruthlessly.

He pushed me further, twisting and pulling, curling and pounding. “How does it feel to be skewered on my fingers? Goddamn, this ass is such a fucking slut for me.”

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