Page 114 of Red River

"Oh, please do," I urged, shedding my boxers and also grasping my aching cock.

River's darkened eyes locked onto my swollen, heated tip, his tongue flicking out in anticipation.

"So, River… tell me."

"It was even wilder than yours," River whispered, his second hand sliding down to join the other, fingers now gently probing his hole. Looking straight into my eyes, he pushed them deeper, making a few rhythmic movements, and I responded by stroking my own dick.

"You break into our place, we hear you knocking, then kicking down the door. Thomas tries to fight, but your Muay Thai skills, which I knew were badass, take over. You subdue Thomas, tie him up, and force him to watch. You push me onto the bed, tearing off my clothes."

I raised an eyebrow, smiling. "Non-con scenario?"

"Dubious consent," River smirked. "Since you didn't know my true feelings."

"Oh yeah?" I squeezed my swollen cock firmer. "What happened next?"

"I scream: 'Please, no, I'm a good husband! I love Thomas so much! I've never been with anyone else, I'm like a virgin!'"

I laughed, enjoying the overdramatic story. "Go on, this is intense."

River smiled flirtatiously, his fingers still caressing his hole, moving and stroking.

"But you didn't listen; you turned me toward Thomas, with my legs spread wide, so he could see my open hole and my hard-on, revealing that something was off, that my words were deceiving him, and my body was being naughty."

River fluttered his eyelashes.

"Thomas seemed to be in shock: 'Do you want this, River? How can you!' And I screamed: 'No, the only one I desire is you, Thomas! Only you, I want to feel you inside me.' Then you said: 'Look, Thomas, how innocent and sweet River is, what a small tight hole he has. And it's only yours for now. But that's going to be a thing of the past. Soon, I'll fill your husband to the brim! For days, my cum will be dripping out of him, and every time you two make love, you'll hear those sounds—the squelching sounds! You'll feel how slick it's inside because it’ll still be there, my cum. You'll know that another man has fucked your husband thoroughly, didn't leave a single piece of his hole unmolested…'"

River was deep in a storytelling mood, his cheeks red as poppies, his hand working relentlessly.

"All this time, my hole was facing Thomas, and he had to watch as it clenched and pulsated, getting wet and swollen…"

I had to stop touching my dick because I was about to explode. The image in my mind was too much.

River slid to the edge of the bed and shamelessly spread his legs, then I saw his hole just as he described it, open, dark red, fluttering, juice dripping down his thighs, the red rim inviting me in. River's fingers massaged the tissue around his hole, drawing slow circles.

"You grabbed me by the hips and aimed your hard-on at my poor orifice, and said: 'Look, Thomas, this is the moment when your River is still innocent, only knows you in this way, but now he'll feel another man's dick in his belly and he'll like it, it'll make him moan and cum in front of your eyes…' But I screamed: 'No, it will never happen, I won't cheat on my husband, I'll remain faithful to the end, even if you fuck me, even if you go all the way and rub my walls there, I won't give in, I'll stay pure, because I can only love Thomas…' But you burst out laughing and said: 'I'll discover the truth about you, you little omega slut!'"

Feeling a crazy wave of arousal, I moved closer to River, his eyes following my every step. All this time, he was slightly accelerating the movements, caressing his hole, which was rhythmically contracting, resembling an open red flower.

"'Don't defile my innocence, oh alpha! Leave me alone!' I was screaming these words to you," River added, his eyes darting from my face to my chest and stomach, where his gaze lingered on my erect cock.

I grabbed him by the hips and, with a quick, decisive motion, pulled him even closer to the edge of the bed, aiming his hole at my hungry, throbbing dick.

Our eyes met for a second and River made a small nod. Then, with one thrust, I plunged into his open body.

River screamed loudly. A huge white stream of cum shot out of his dick—I'm willing to swear that a few drops landed on the ceiling.

Since the True Mate magic was now connecting us, the same thing happened to me: I filled him with a massive load of cum. On top of that, I could feel River's heat pushing me into a full-blown rut. My every cell was preparing itself to work hard for the next few days.

"'No, no, it's not true, I only want you, Thomas, I'm still faithful to you,'" River moaned, his arms thrown back, "'Butyou said: 'It's too late, the little slut has come out of you!' You laughed while fucking me relentlessly,'" he murmured.

That was kinda fucked up if you think about it—having a vision about humiliating a dead man—but I just couldn’t stop. I was going with the flow.

"So Thomas… what about him?" I tried to ask, fighting with my hips, which pulled back and forward again, plunging into River to the end.

"'Thomas was screaming: 'No, stop, stop, don't do this! Leave River alone, he's innocent, still innocent, my husband! If you stop now, we can forget about all this, please, don’t go any deeper! Don't fuck River, please…'"

As River was telling his fantasy, or rather moaning it out, I started thrusting into him with faster, stronger dives, going deeper and deeper. I usually used only two-thirds of my dick's length, but now I was tempted to go even farther, despite what ‘Thomas’ begged in River's vision.

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