Page 63 of Petrichor

My hands push his thighs apart and squeeze the flesh like hot brands while I keep stroking my dick against his hole.

I shove my tongue deep in his throat, wanting to reach and lick every particle forming Fly. He’s responding in kind, nipping at my tongue and stroking his piercing over my lips and teeth. My Pretty Butterfly likes to fight back just as much as he enjoys being pinned and taking it.

As the feral kiss keeps going, he moves his palms down my neck, going to my chest down the soft plane of my stomach. The explorations falter for a moment when his fingers move over the long scar on my side, but soon they resume, finally reaching my cock.

He lifts onto his knees and takes hold of my shaft, firmly curling his long fingers around it. The contact makes me growl with desire.

“Spit,” he says, as he lets his saliva drip from his mouth to my tip and further down. The filthy sight makes my balls clench and ache. We don’t usually need much lube since Fly is always wet with my jizz and also seems to like the sting of the stretching. I spit, and he quickly mixes our saliva together, making my whole length slick with it with three painfully slow pumps.

Then he lines up my dick and starts stroking my cockhead on his loosened hole again and again. Until I grab his hips.

“Just the tip,” he smirks as he pushes it in, piercing the puckered ring. He’s fucking himself only on the cockhead. Pushing it in and pulling it out—fast. His entrance is so tight, it feels fucking amazing. It’s so damn hot inside him.

“You trying to kill me?” I groan as he clenches around me, forcing pre-cum out. He could right now. I’d let him if he promised to take my cock until I let out my last breath.

“Never! I want your dick hard and pumping in me,” he pants, his incredible eyes glazed with lust are on me. It makes me… What the fuck am I feeling? Uncontainable delight…Jesus Christ.

“I need to get my whole cock inside you, or I’ll fucking snap and impale you on it.” As soon as I utter the words, Fly grips my shoulders and then shoves himself down on me.

Fuuuck! I feel the vibration of my groan rumbling in my chest as I finally have him where I wanted, stretched around my cock. Hemelts against me, hips sinking into mine, arms crossed behind my neck.

My hands are on his ass again, one twisting around the narrow strap of fabric of the G-string when he starts fucking me. I can see him wanting me with his whole body, his arched back, red neck, screaming lips, and trembling limbs. The sound of his ass slapping against my groin fills the air and takes away my sanity.

I’m going to work myself so deep into his soul, he won’t be able to move without feeling me.

He puts his hands on my knees, leaning back, and spreads his legs wider as he keeps bouncing on my dick. And I have a front seat to the dirty show. His tiny hole is taking my fat cock over and over, sucking it all the way inside and releasing it, leaving a white sheen of cream all over it. That’s my cum making him good and wet for it.

His cock is halfway out of the lace G-string. It’s bouncing with each hard thrust he makes, looking hard and reddish. I grab it, earning a gasp from him. His eyes widen with surprise, and he moans as I start to jerk him off. His cock is smaller than mine, but pretty like the rest of him. And leaking pre-cum like a broken faucet. I beat him like I would myself, and he seems to fucking love it. His asshole is contracting around me so hard, I’m seeing stars.

“Aren’t you going to breed your filthy little slut? Please,” he begs so lovely.Myfilthy little slut? I like the sound of that very much.

Now I know why I’m not drunk. Whiskey doesn’t work anymore, only Fly does. He’s my shot of morphine. The only thing that makes me forget about my troubles and pain. He’s my erotic slice of heaven—of hell when all the doubts will come back to haunt me.

“I’ll plant my cum so deep, you’re gonna carry it inside you for days,” I whisper, grabbing on the crisscrossed straps of lingerie on his chest to pull him against me as I start to fuck into him from below. “Has this ass been missing being filled up?” I ask, sinking my teeth into his lower lip.

He tries to nod, but I don’t let go, sucking hard.

“Your cock is so big, tugging at my insides,” he breathes out with a throaty voice. His words only spur me on.

“That’s right. I’m molding them, leaving my imprint. It’ll never go away.” My tone is harsh, threatening. But I feel so fucking possessive of him, and fucking angry I can’t help it.

There’s no finesse in the way I ram into him, just a thick cock pumping into the tightest hole I’ve ever had in a frantic rhythm. My body is filled with the instinct to mark him from the inside until he’s passed out. Until he forgets his name. Until the world ends.

Cazzo, it feels so fucking good nailing Fly. He accepts and likes all I give him. I just let go lose and take and take and fucking take. He’s moaning so loud—which was a big turnoff with women. While with him, it arouses me to no end. Growls and grunts slip from my lips too, as I keep pounding his milking hole, fucking enthralled by the vision of his slender body jolting on top of me.

I’m losing it, battering his ass at a crazy pace, using the grip on his lingerie to pull him down on my dick while my other hand is on his plush flesh, squeezing it bruisingly. I suck on his tongue, then move to his chin, ending on his neck where I leave my mark.

My name on his lips feels like searing fire running in my bloodstream. He cries and then cum starts spilling in hot bursts, hitting his chest, G-string, and my hand. The thick, white fluid seepingthrough the lace and making his pubes matted and light skin sticky.

What a vision. Would have never thought a shooting dick could turn me on like this.

I drive in hard, go balls-deep, each time trying to extend his orgasm and to keep seeing the bottomless ecstasy painted on his face. Labored breathing, flushed cheeks.

A guttural groan catches at the back of my throat as my balls constrict. Ecstasy plows through me like a bulldozer, and I lose myself inside him. My hips keep thrusting, trying to get my heavy slide of cum deeper, to reach further inside Fly where nobody has ever been, and unload more.

This is too fucking amazing to be true.As soon as the thought penetrates my blissful mind, I wrap Fly in my arms, squeezing him tight against me. Against the dread that suddenly overtakes me.

When I regain some semblance of sanity, I look down at him, all soft in my arms. He has a smile I can only call dreamy. He looks so lust-drunk and happy, it makes my chest tighten. My cock remains hard inside him, and I can’t stop the shallow thrusts.

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