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I held steady, trying to give him a chance to adjust, as it wasn’t every day I demanded he give up his ass. I knew my place in our relationship. Danny was the alpha, and I had no fucking problem submitting to him, but there were times I needed more than what his mouth and cock could give me. I needed his tight hole so I could sink my dick into his depths and touch his soul.

I started with a slow thrust, then rotated my hips in a series of shallow circles. Danny preferred the more dominant, rough, fast-paced action of lovemaking, but I preferred the softer side. His breathing was a series of breathy grunts, but the more Irocked back and forth, the more he submitted, until his eyes closed and his hands trailed up my waist, pulling me closer.

My dick was screaming for more, and I moved with more determination. His tight fuckhole kept squeezing my dick in a spasming death grip, the more I rhythmically thrust. I pushed further, my mind blown by the sensations when I felt my dick press against something familiar.

Danny’s eyes snapped open, and he drew in a wild breath.

“There’s my lover,” I whispered, pulling back a smidge before pushing back in and hitting the spot again. Danny’s raspy breath turned into an absolutely obscene, deep body moan, his body succumbing to the onslaught of divine euphoria. I hit the spot again and again, watching as Danny’s face went from one of pure dominance to absolute surrender.

The second he gave up control to me, I lost mine, my hips starting a series of primal body slams, pounding into Danny with nothing but raw, naked need. Danny was right there with me, bucking against me as hard as he could, making guttural sounds as sweat ran down my face and fell onto his. Again and again, I roughly slammed inside him. Each thrust making my dick fucking drip with need. He reached up and grabbed my neck, pulling me against his face with more force than I thought possible, and he kissed me with a primal ferocity. Our bodies rubbed wildly together, creating unbearable friction, with only our shared sweat keeping us from bursting into flames. I could feel Danny grab my hips hard enough to leave bruises.

I started pounding him harder. Needing more. Our whole bodies slammed together, again and again, as Danny’s hands wildly swept down my back, and I could feel the sharp pain of his fingernails in the small of my back as he grabbed me. I needed more. I pushed back from him, raising myself slightly on my arms, and with the extra leverage, I fucking let loose, slamminginto him as hard as I could. His arms around my neck in a death grip.

It was too much. I could feel my balls starting to churn. I could feel that familiar rushing feeling inside me, and my ears started ringing. All at once, I let loose with the biggest load I’d ever shot, blasting wave after wave of white-hot cum deep into my lover’s ass, and when it was over, I slumped against Danny’s body absolutely fucking spent.

Danny, however, was just getting started.

I had no clear memory of what exactly happened next, other than knowing that somehow Danny had thrown me off him and rolled me over so I was lying on my belly. Then, to my absolute astonishment, he pulled my hips up so I was splayed and vulnerable before him, and a sensation washed over me unlike anything I had experienced in my entire life. Through the fog of absolute bliss, strong hands grabbed my butt cheeks, roughly massaged them, then without warning, his tongue lapped right up my ass crack before sliding inside me. In that moment, I experienced a state of absolute delirium, a deluge of sensations so overwhelming and intense that I never thought such feelings could exist.

Then, just as fast as it began, it stopped, only to be replaced by something big and wet against my fuckhole. I had no time to react before he pushed in, and my greedy hole sucked in his cockhead until he was balls deep inside me. I was a screaming mess of emotions. I had not yet recovered from the shock when he began to push against me with such force that he landed on top of me. I felt the weight of his chest pressed to my back and our sweat combined in a mixture of exertion. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, securing my chest with one hand before moving upwards to clutch my forehead as he penetrated deeply. With my head turned to the side, he started to kiss me withintensity, his tongue moving from my neck, down the side of my face, and eventually meeting my mouth.

Each thrust set off new waves of fireworks. My mind fucking exploded. I found my whole body screaming in different kinds of pleasure but still needed more. I felt absolute fucking euphoria as he filled me up, almost blinded by the intensity. I realized I was screaming my fucking lungs out as Danny slammed into me. I could tell he was getting close, his thrusts becoming harder, wilder. My own orgasm was riding close to the surface. Then, suddenly, I fucking came harder than I’d ever cum in my life. I lost control over my body as everything flashed white, and I crashed hard into utter oblivion as Danny followed, shooting streams of his hot cum deep into my ass.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Reaper

November 30, 2024, Purgatory, California.

In my office, I sat watching the news unfold on television, shaking my head in disbelief and twirling my phone in my hand as I waited for the fucknut to contact me. My intuition told me with unwavering confidence that he would do exactly as I expected. Faced with a situation beyond his control, he was left with absolutely no choice. With each passing moment, more skeletons tumbled from his closet at an alarming rate, far exceeding his capacity to conceal them, thus unveiling the truth to the world at large.

Luckily for him, I was a patient man.

Well as patient as I could to be, because right now, it was taking everything in me not to board a plane and kill the motherfucker for just existing. Still, I had to trust that fucknuts knew what the fuck he was doing, and when my phone rang, I smirked and took a deep breath as I put my game face on.

It was time for him to face the Devil he knew.

“Reaper.”

“Fucknuts.” As his groan filled the air, I calmly offered a measured response, my demeanor steady despite his audible distress. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

“Not particularly, but I’m going to guess you saw the news.”

“Hard to fucking miss, since it’s on every goddamned channel.”

“How do you want to handle this?”

“You can do me a favor and put a bullet in your brain.”

“Not doing that.”

I sighed. “I warned you, Montana. I even offered my help.”

“I didn’t order the hit.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing would have happened if you had kept your word.”

“Is there any way around this besides going to war?”

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