Page 77 of Out of Control

“Hard. Deep. Split me open. Plunder me.”

“Ahh, Spencer. You always did have a way with words.”

The noise of a zipper and then the rip of a foil condom packet made him tense against Drago’s fingers. Immediately Drago started sliding his fingers in and out, simultaneously finger-fucking him and spreading lube in and around his anus.

The fingers slipped out of him, and something blunt and huge and hot touched him there.

“Get ready,” Drago bit out, sounding a bit short of breath himself.

Spencer gripped the far edge of the table until his fingers ached.

“I’ll go slow,” Drago panted, “but I can’t promise… slow enough….”

The tip of Drago’s huge cock wedged in his entrance, but Spencer’s body resisted the invasion powerfully.

“You’re so tight,” Drago gasped. “Open for me. Relax, Spencer. Give yourself to me.”

He tried, but he couldn’t. His ass was as stiff as a board.

Without warning, Drago smacked his rear end hard with his open hand. Sharp, burning pain spread across the trembling flesh, but in the moment of shock, his rectum relaxed and Drago surged forward, lodging himself just inside the inner sanctum.

“Oww, oww, oww,” Spencer chanted. The pain was not unbearable by any means, but so intense and so many nerves were reporting it that he thought he couldn’t take it.

“Relax. Breathe.” A pause. “Better. Good. Yes. Open for me. You’re doing great. Give yourself to me.”

He focused on Drago’s soothing voice, and gradually his internal muscles relaxed.

Gently, Drago pushed a little deeper. “We good?”

“Uhh-huh.”

A little deeper still. Inch by inch, Drago took him, until Drago’s entire prodigious cock was lodged within him. Spencer breathed in short, fast pants at first, and Drago waited him out. Finally Spencer got his shit together and registered that he had not died, that he was not in pain, and that Drago was buried inside him.

“I’ve got this now,” he said.

“Then hang on. I’ve been waiting to do this for ten years.”

Drago fucked him then, exactly how he’d asked for it. Hard and deep, plundering his body and splitting his soul wide open. The man had the stamina of a stallion, and Spencer’s own body urged him to come over and over again, but that pesky little ring slowed his orgasm every time, holding him back just enough to keep him hovering right on the ragged edge of ecstasy.

Drago began to make little noises under his breath, and then to groan as he slammed into Spencer over and over like a battering ram. On and on it went, more and more primal. Spencer lost all ability to form thoughts and then to form words. Flesh slapped on flesh, his grunts of pleasure mingled with Dray’s grunts of exertion, and the smell of sweat and musk and lube swirled around them. Finally Drago grabbed Spencer’s hips and yanked him back as he crashed forward one last time and came with a strangled roar.

Spencer felt the heat of Drago’s ejaculation high up inside his body, and he groaned against the table as his control stretched to breaking.

He realized with a start that he was chanting, “Please, please, please, please, please.”

Drago collapsed on top of him, heavy and hot, breathing like a winded racehorse. Still seated all the way inside him, Drago reached around their bodies and rolled the cock ring off Spencer’s dick.

Drago pushed up and shocked Spencer to his core by resuming fucking him. “Thought I was done, did you? I told you, I’ve been waiting ten years for this.”

It started all over again, Spencer’s hungry body accepting the delicious ravaging, reveling in it. For round two, Drago took his time, stroking in and out of Spencer’s ass more slowly, seeming to savor it. A hand cupped Spencer’s balls, squeezing them just enough to make him jump as streaks of pleasure shot through him.

And then Drago reached for Spencer’s erection, fisting it in time with his strokes into Spencer’s body. One stroke. Two. Three.

The explosion overtook Spencer all at once. Held off for so long, it was epic when it came. His legs collapsed as his entire body convulsed into the orgasm. The pleasure was so intense, it shredded him from the inside out.

He realized his cock was still pumping in Drago’s hand. On and on it went, his body emptying itself completely for his lover. Drago had demanded everything from him, and he gave it all as advertised, body, mind, and soul.

Drago collapsed on top of him again, and this time they lay there for a while, recovering their breath. Spencer felt spent from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. And oddly peaceful.

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