Page 36 of The Highwaymen

Stu's jaw clenched. “Since I decided you're mine, you dumb fuck. And I protect what's mine.”

He crushed his mouth to mine in a brutal kiss, more a mashing of lips and teeth than anything. I groaned into it, my cock surging against his thigh. Stu reached down and palmed me roughly through my jeans, squeezing almost painfully.

I bucked into his touch, craving more of that sweet sting. Stu broke the kiss and spun me around again, bending me over the sink. He yanked my jeans down just enough to expose my ass and kicked my feet apart.

“This what you want, you crazy little fucker?” he growled, reaching around to grip my aching cock.

I gasped as Stu's callused hand wrapped around my shaft, his grip just shy of too tight. He stroked me roughly, his other hand clamping down on the back of my neck to keep me pinned against the sink.

“Yes,” I panted, pushing my ass back against him. “Fuck, Stu, I need it.”

He ground his denim-covered erection against my bare ass, the rough fabric scraping deliciously over my sensitive skin. I whimpered, my hips working in desperate little circles as I tried to get more friction.

“Fucking slut,” Stu growled approvingly. “Always begging for my cock, even when you're beat to hell.”

He released my dick, ignoring my whine of protest, and brought his hand to my mouth. “Suck.”

I eagerly drew his fingers between my lips, swirling my tongue over the callused digits. Stu cursed, jabbing his hips against my ass as I got his fingers sloppy wet.

After a moment, he pulled his hand away and brought his slick fingers to my hole, rubbing roughly over the furled muscle. I moaned shamelessly, trying to push back and take his fingers inside me. But Stu held me firmly by the neck, keeping me right where he wanted me.

“Beg me for it,” he ordered, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.

“Please, Stu,” I rasped out, my voice wrecked. “I fuckin’ need it so bad it hurts.”

“Yeah? You want me to finger fuck this tight little hole 'til you're loose and sloppy for me?” Stu growled, rubbing his slick fingertips over my entrance.

“God, yes,” I whined, trying to grind back against his hand. “Do it. Shove 'em in me.”

Withan approving hum, Stu thrust two thick fingers knuckle-deep into my ass. I cried out at the sudden intrusion, pain and pleasure shorting out my nerve endings. He set a brutal pace, pumping his fingers in and out, forcing me open.

“Greedy little hole,” Stu grunted. “Bet I could fit my whole fist up this slutty ass.”

I whimpered and clenched around his fingers, the filthy words going straight to my cock. It bobbed hard and leaking against my stomach, smearing the skin with pre-cum.

Stu twisted his fingers viciously, jabbing them against my prostate. My cock jerked and spat pre-cum onto the grimy sink.

“There it is,” Stu said, voice smug.

He rubbed his fingers relentlessly over that sweet spot inside me, making my legs shake so hard they threatened to give out under the onslaught of sensation. But Stu's bruising grip on my neck kept me pinned in place, bent over the sink and taking every rough thrust of his fingers.

“You're gonna cum on my fingers like a bitch in heat, ain't ya?” Stu growled in my ear. “Gonna clench this tight hole around me and make a mess all over yourself.”

“Fuck, Stu!” I choked out, my voice high and thready with need. “I'm gonna... shit, I'm gonna cum...”

“Do it,” he ordered, sinking his teeth into the side of my neck.

I groaned at the flash of pain in my shoulder. My cock pulsed wildly, untouched, as I spasmed and clenched around Stu's thick fingers. Cum splattered the dirty sink as I shook and writhed in his grip.

“Good boy,” Stu purred, working me through the aftershocks.

I whimpered as he slowly withdrew his fingers from my sensitive hole, feeling empty and aching at the loss. Stu gathered some of my release on hisfingertips and shoved them into my mouth, making me taste myself.

I sucked my own cum off Stu's fingers, the salty-bitter taste coating my tongue. He groaned, grinding his still-hard cock against my ass. “Filthy little cumslut. Look how much you needed that.”

He pulled his fingers from my mouth with a wet pop. I sagged against the sink, my whole body trembling from the force of my orgasm. Stu reached around and gave my spent cock a rough squeeze, making me yelp.

“Don't think we're done yet, pumpkin,” he growled in my ear. “You're gonna get me off with this tight ass, then we're gonna get out of this shithole.”

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