Page 33 of The Try Line

Fuck, I missed this. This was my favorite thing. Our cocks pressed together, stroking them in tandem. Feeling his hot, velvety skin against mine. Jason's hips fuck into my hand with each rough thrustof his fingers inside me. Before he can add a fourth finger, I release my cock and guide his towards my entrance. He meets my eyes for a second, his bright blue irises burning into my retinas with a challenge.

"Fuck me," I tell him. "I want it to hurt."

There's little to no hesitation, and then his cock is being shoved inside me in one hard thrust.

"Fffuuuuck!"I grunt, as the breath is knocked from my chest.

"You wanted this," he growls as he pulls back and thrusts into me again.

"Yes," I wheeze out with the last of my breath.

So full. So fucking full, when I've been empty for so long. Nothing can fill me like he does.

Jason presses my thigh hard against my chest, keeping me open. "I hate how tight you are," he says, forcing his fat cock in and out of me, stretching me to capacity. He jackhammers into me so hard I see stars. The initial burn of him tearing into me is dissipating, an ache taking its place as he abuses my ass. Sweat rolls off us both, the already humid room now oppressive, thick with lust and rage.

He doesn't even change his pace to reposition. He simply braces one leg on the ground and pulls my leg over his shoulder, lifting my hips while he pounds into me relentlessly. The tiny shift puts him at exactly the right angle to peg directly into my prostate, and sounds pour out of me involuntarily. There's barely room to breathe, but a low, guttural moan manages to slip out in a continuous stream of intense urgency with every punishing thrust. I try to move, to lessen the severity of the angle, but Jason only pushes my other thigh up, holding both of my legs against my chest, pistoning into me with merciless strength and speed.

His brow is furrowed with concentration, sweat pouring off his body and dripping onto mine as his massive thighs flex. He meets my eye and some unknown emotion flashes there before he hardens his gaze.

"I hate how good you feel," he says through his clenched teeth. "And I hate that you're about to come all over me."

My breath catches, and if I had any control whatsoever, I'd stop myself from coming just to maintain any kind of dignity. But those words and three slow, brutally hard thrusts and I'm exploding all over us both.

Jason grunts as every muscle in my body tenses. The force of electric pleasure that zings up my spine has me bowing off the couch.

"Mmmmmmmphfffffuuuuuuuc–Oh God, Jay!” I cry as Jason keeps fucking into me, each brutal thrust pushing air out of my chest and stabbing at my prostate until it forces another spurt of cum to fountain out of me. It's never-ending, rolling into another wave of intense sensation every time I think it's over, until every drop is wrenched from my body and I'm sucking air into my body, coughing and cussing.

Boneless, I fall back and hand my body over to be used.

"I'm not fucking done with you," Jason growls, reaching between us to grip my softening cock.

I hiss as he jerks me roughly, gasping through the pain of overstimulation.

"I can't–"

Shit, I can't even get a full sentence out before I'm keening. It fucking hurts. It feels impossible that I could get hard again after an orgasm that intense, but with his tight grip stroking me so perfectly, his slick palm rolling over my piercing on every few strokes, and his cock still hitting my prostate, he manages to beat it into submission.

I’m straddling a thin line between pleasure and pain. My neurons are firing every which way. My muscles and bones ache, and my ass feels bruised. My cock is sore, throbbing with an influx of blood flow that I don't think has anything to do with ejaculation. Even the zings of pleasure shooting through me from every hit against my battered prostate feel crossed, and I can't tell what hurts or feels good. He doesn't relent, only fucks me harder.

"Jason," I whine. It’s the only word I'm able to force out—to beg him to stop, to let me rest, to take it easy on me. But this is what I wanted, I remind myself as Jason swiftly pulls out of me. I gasp at the withdrawal, feeling my hole go slack with relief, yet at the same time missing that full feeling the very second it’s gone.

I'm not left unfilled for long, though. Jason flips me over and pulls my hips back. His fingers brush lightly over my worn-out hole, drawing a whimper from me that turns into a cry when he tugs on my guiche piercing.

He pushes my shoulders down until my chest meets the couch. I hear the lube cap open, and cool liquid is squirted directly inside me before his cock is lined up again. It squelches as he pushes in slowly, my aching muscles trembling around him.

"That's right, let me in, baby. I'm going to fucking wreck you like you wrecked me."

He slams home, fully seating himself and holding himself flush against my ass, rocking against me while he runs his hands up and down my lower back and over my ass and thighs. The change in sensations, from rough to soft, is bruising me in an entirely different way that is somehow more painful than the overstimulation. My breaths are shaky and shuddering, tears pricking the back of my eyes. The pull of his long, hard cock withdrawing from my body and then pushing in slowly is excruciating. With each slow drive, Jason changes the angle just enough to be barely noticeable. Butthen he brushes over my spot just right, and I let out an involuntary whimper.

"There we are," he purrs, and rolls his hips into me at that same angle again, drawing out a full body shudder. "I hate," he says, barely above a whisper, "that you take me so good." He thrusts into me again with a grunt. "I hate that you feel like you were made to take my cock."Grunt."I hate that you feel like home."Grunt."I hate that I won't be able to fuck you out of my system."Grunt."And I hate that I'll fucking dream of this ass for the rest of my miserable life."

His pace gradually increases, this time working me up to those powerful thrusts until I'm pushing back on him. My ass bounces off his pelvis, the sound of skin slapping against skin and intermittent grunts filling the room. Pressure tingles in my spine, and I feel myself grow close to another impossible release. I try to reach under me to jerk myself off, but Jason snakes his hand around my waist and pulls me up so my back is against his chest. I moan as his hand wraps around my cock and his breath hits my neck.

"You moan like a whore," he rasps into my ear. "I hate it."

I nearly laugh, but it's cut off by another whorish moan when his tongue licks up the side of my neck. He jerks me in time with his hard thrusts, his free hand snaking up to tug on my nipple ring. I feel my balls draw up, the slow build of my climax reaching a peak but not able to tip over the edge.

"I can't."

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