Page 35 of Our Blood, Our Pain

“Legs on my shoulders.” Kai complies, and I rub his calves gently before guiding my dick to his hole and slowly pushing in, fighting any resistance until I’m seated inside him up to my balls. Fuck me. I groan loudly at the sensation of his clenching walls constricting the blood supply in my dick.

“Oh god, you’re fucking huge,” he says, sweat dripping from his forehead. I sweep down and give him a quick kiss before returning back to my knees.

“Every inch is yours. Time to come on my cock,” I say, and I start to pound into him. The room is filled with our loud grunts and moans. There is no way anyone who is in the house can't hear us, but I don't care. I never want to silence this.

“Fuuuck, Jules! Harder, fuck me harder. Choke me,” he cries out, and I grab his throat with both hands and set a brutal pace.

“Tap on my wrists twice if you need me to stop, sweetheart. Don’t want you unconscious or dying on me.”

“Tap twice, got it. Now choke me,” he begs, and I squeeze his neck hard with both hands as I destroy his body, while keeping my eyes trained on his stunning face, making sure I don’t take this too far.

His ass will be sore as fuck tomorrow, but that only makes me want to fuck him harder, if that's even possible. The headboard bangs loudly against the wall. Sweat drips down my spine, it stings my eyes as droplets fall from my forehead. Kai’s abs clench on each thrust, highlighting that sexy as hell six-pack.

“Your ass is amazing. Fuck, it feels so good around my cock. You gonna milk me? Fill you up with my cum?”

“Yes!”

I growl at the sight of Kai in orgasm heaven, he’s fucking stunning. His cock is leaking like a faucet. I’d love nothing more than to swallow him down right now, but his ass is clinging to me so tightly I can't move.

“You ready? I’m gonna cum in this hot little ass, Kai.”

“Do it. Fill me.”

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KAI

My body aches all over, my nerves awakened in the most magical way. This is what it feels like to be owned by someone. By Jules. Magical. He has wrung me out, leaving me completely limp as I lay under him while he fucks my ass with such determination my body is on the verge of splitting open. My voice is hoarse from the never-ending sounds he’s pulling from me, and he’s no better. Growling and groaning like a beast. A predator that's taking pleasure in his prey, and I bask in it. I’m so close to coming without even touching my cock as his hands tighten around my neck like a heavy band, making it difficult to breathe. The discomfort is a dull pain that radiates around my throat but feels so damn good. My vision blurs, my head feels light and erased of all thoughts but him. He removes one hand to stroke my cock as he keeps the other in a tight lock on my neck. My throat burns as the sensation of elevating above myself takes over as I cum, and fuck do I come hard. As soon as the first spurt leaves the tip of my cock, Jules removes his grip from my throat and pounds into me harder, digging his fingers into my thighs, and I quake in overwhelming pleasure. Air slowly fills my lungs as a lingering soreness throbs in my throat and my ass. And I fucking love it.

“Fuck…cumming, I’m cumming,” Jules grunts above me as warm liquid fills my ass, making me clench, wanting to keep him inside me where he belongs. Like a dead weight, he collapses on top of me. Our sticky, overheated bodies lock together, and I can’t find the strength to move or think. My whole body has shut down, and I'm drifting off into a mind space of nothingness. Just peace. Contentment.

“Kai? Can you hear me?”

Hmm, I love the sound of his voice. I’m so sleepy. Why the fuck is he shaking me?

“What?” I whine, not even opening my eyes.

“I think you blacked out for a second. Are you alright?”

“I’m fantastic. Now, leave me alone. I’m tired.”

Jules chuckles. I’m aware he has removed himself from my body, but my eyes are so heavy I can't open them to see what’s happening. A wet cloth wipes at my abdomen, and my heart skips a beat at him taking care of me. A hint of panic again attacks me as I’m afraid of already becoming too clingy for his attention. What if he tires of me? What if I’m too much hassle? Gentle fingers pull me from the edge of despair over my failings, as they stroke my throat. I wince at the tenderness on my skin.

“Did I go too far? I think you’ll bruise.”

Forcing my eyes open, which is a struggle, I stare up at Jules, who is looking down at me with concern in his eyes, his brows scrunched together, and a look of regret.

“Jules. I loved it. I would’ve stopped you if it went too far. I needed it, so please get that look off your face. I’m an adult.”

“I know you are,” he says.

“Good.”

“Are you feeling better about everything else? You know you can talk to me.”

I push Jules onto his back and snuggle into his side.

“A little. It’s not just Aaron. Jules, nothing I’ve done in the past seven years has been good. Mom has had enough of me. I’ve had enough of me. I thought coming here would help, but I just fucked up more. Something is wrong with me. Everything I do hurts someone, and I don't know what to do. It’s like I’m defective.”

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