Page 83 of Breathless Recruiter

“Fuck,” he moaned. I barely had time to breathe before he slid in again, this time rutting in and out. He let go of my right wrist and wrapped his fingers around my cock. It was my turn to moan while he fucked my face. My brain couldn’t decide which it liked more, him shoving his cock in or him jerking me.

He kept going, his thrusts becoming more forceful. The growl in his chest reached his lips, and I could feel the vibrations traveling along the shaft of my cock. Throwing himself upright, he backed away, his breathing shallow.

“I’m close,” he said, as if that were a problem. I licked my lips, hoping he’d shove back in and let me taste his load.

“Not how I want to come.”

He stood over me with a smile. “Few more things on the list for tonight.” When he shot me a wink, my cock jumped. I didn’t know what he had in mind, but he wouldn’t hear me say no. I wanted to try everything with Dustin… with my boyfriend.

“Spin around.”

I didn’t ask questions as I hovered off the bed and spun about. Not having to hide my powers made it even more exciting. He caught my legs and, with a hand on my stomach, pushed me into the comforter. When he grinned, the tip of his tongue poked out. I would let him do anything withandto me.

Pushing my legs against my chest, he dropped to a knee. I wanted to feel the warmth of his mouth around my cock. He pushed more, raising my ass off the bed. I lifted my head, curious what he had in store when?—

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” His tongue ran along my hole, and it felt as if electricity shot along my spine. When he did it a second time, I bit my lip, stifling a moan. I didn’t want him to stop. Ever. I wanted him licking my hole at every opportunity.

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

He didn’t. Every few licks, he continued until he reached my balls. I could feel his breath making the spit cool. When he paused, I was about to beg for more when I heard him humming. No…felthim humming. The vibrations traveled from my hole to my balls. My hand shot forward, ready to come.

He caught my wrist. “Not yet, mister.”

Dustin gave my hole a few more slobbery licks. When he rose to his feet, the smirk had vanished, replaced by something reminding me of a wild animal. He let my legs press against his chest. Kissing my ankles, he stepped closer, and I could feel the length of his cock sliding up the crack of my ass until it poked at my testicles.

“Wyatt Supreme,” he whispered, “can I fuck you?”

I nodded with vigor. If it meant he kept playing with my ass and touching my hole, I’d have said yes to any request. “Please,” I whimpered. Instead, he rocked his hips, coming close, but not quite working his cock into me. It felt amazing, but I wanted my boyfriend inside me.

I’d beg.

Dustin angled his hips, and I felt the pressure of his cock push against my hole. My eyes shot open as the head slid inside. “Just relax,” he whispered. He stopped moving, taking time to run the stubble of his beard along my calves. I swore his cock had grown twice its normal size. Did he have shape-shifting abilities?

“Ready for more?” I gave a slow nod as the comforter gathered under my fingers. His hips slowly moved forward. I swore I could feel every vein as he worked inside me. When my fingers tightened on the blanket, he paused. His eyes were closed, lips parted as he waited.

Dustin wasn’t nearly as long and only half my girth. I had no idea how he had taken my cock so quickly. Did it get easier with time? After a few attempts, would he be bending me over and slamming his cock in me with a single swift stroke? Why did that get me even more excited?

With a final push, his groin pressed against my ass. I couldn’t tell where my moans ended and his began. His cock stretched my hole to its limit, and yet I wanted more. When he pulled out, I gripped the bed, trying to keep him inside. When he changed directions, a content sigh escaped my lips.

His pace ramped up, his cock moving like a slow, steady piston. Every time he filled my ass, I could feel a pulse of precum leak and gather in my foreskin. I didn’t want him to stop… not ever. I understood why he had worked so hard to get my cock inside of him.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he muttered. His words were barely audible. As his pace increased, his balls slapped against my ass. When he leaned forward, my ass lifted, and he hit something inside my body that made the tingling start in my testicles. I wanted to jerk it, but I didn’t dare move as Dustin continued rubbing my happy spot.

He pushed me back on the bed, climbing onto his knees while not missing a beat. He switched between short jabs and long strokes, and I wanted them all. The tingling spread, and the orgasm was going to happen without me stroking my cock.

“I’m getting close,” I whimpered.

Dustin pushed my thighs open and leaned forward, his belly brushing against my cock. His tempo increased, and there was no way I’d be able to hold back. With each thrust, his stomach pulled at my foreskin. The growl came out like a roar, my toes curling as the orgasm forced its way up and down my body.

“I’m coming,” he bellowed. Even as the electricity moved along my skin, I could feel his cock thicken. My fingers tore into the comforter as my moans turned to grunts. With a final slam of his balls against my ass, his body turned rigid. His groans, laced with power, hit my chest enough to tickle.

Dustin didn’t move, except for the throbbing in my ass. When I stopped to think about my boyfriend flooding my ass with cum, my cock jumped. He leaned forward, his belly smeared in cum as he held the sides of my head. While we kissed, his cock slipped out of my ass. I know it’d take him some time to recharge, but I wanted to go again now.

He fell to my side, scooting about the bed until his head hit the pillows. My hips ached in the best possible way as I lowered my legs. I moved about until he threw a leg over my lower half. I’d never grow tired of my boyfriend insisting on body contact.

“Does this make me a bottom?”

Dustin chuckled at the question. “I hope not. You’re fucking me next time.”

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