Page 68 of Mayfly

His head falls back.

The muscles of his chest and arms flex.

He looks so big, and I feel so small.

Why won't he take his place?

I work him up and down until my hand is lathered in bubbly pink.

Starting at the top of his head, I smear it through his buzzed hair. Then I pull him into a kiss, but it feels like he’s the one forcing me. His fingers grip tighter. He moves me, manipulating my head and my body until I feel myself slipping away.

I pull back as best I can and dig my fingers into his mouth until I feel his saliva thicken. Then when I try to retrieve them, he clamps down, but the damage to my knuckles is worth it.

I reach behind and rub his spit over my ass. It’s already too much—how desperately I need him; in me, on me, everywhere with me for the rest of eternity.

“Is your whore ass still gaping from yesterday?”

I groan, and it’s pathetic.

“Let me feel.”

I nod, and Jude lets go of my neck to suck on his own fingers. He guides my head to rest on his shoulder and holds me by thewaist. His touch is soft at first, his fingertips circling my rim, but then with no warning, he digs god knows how many fingers inside me.

“Goddamn.” He squeezes my waist tighter. “You really are a whore for me, aren’t you?”

I nod, rubbing the side of my face against his, and panting in his ear like the slut I am.

“Look at me… Who does this hole belong to?”

“Y—you.”

“And are you gonna hold my cum inside you till we see each other again?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll be checking, so you better not spill a drop.”

My mouth just flaps—incoherent grunts and moans flowing out.

Jude pulls out his fingers, fists my hair, and tugs me upright. With my neck craned back and my entire body drunk on him, he softly runs the back of his fingernails along the underside of my shaft, and tells me to, “Make it bounce, puppy.”

Spit is dripping from the corners of Jude’s mouth, making streaks in the drying blood. I hug his neck, and clean his chin with my tongue. Then I rise up until my dick is squashed between us and I can feel the buttons of his shirt press against me.

Grabbing my ass, Jude pulls me open and I reach for his cock. Hunching my back, I try to watch myself sink onto him, but when the rigid pull of being entered takes over, I throw my head back.

“Fuck, how are you still this tight?” He squeezes my ass harder. “We're perfect for each other, aren't we?”

I nod again, but this time it won’t suffice.

“Words, Curren.”

“Yes,” I whimper, wretched—like the bitch I am—as I slide further onto him.

“There’s my good puppy.”

I’ve almost taken all of him inside me. Then I jolt as a sharp pain stabs at my lower back.

“Shh,” he whispers, holding me tight as he rubs up and down my spine. “You’re almost there.”

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