Page 110 of Mutual Obsession

I reach over and trace my thumb along his cheeks, feeling him relax beneath my touch. “Just breathe. Pretty soon the pleasure is all you’ll feel.”

To help him get there a little quicker, which will only benefit me, I reach over and grab his cock from where it’s lying against his stomach, having softened from the uncomfortable penetration.

As soon as I wrap my palm around him, he lets out a hiss, but rocks into my hand, hardening as he does. When he tilts his pelvis to thrust into my hand, it forces me to move inside him.

I pull out just a little before pushing back in, slowly at first, until I’m sure he’s enjoying it. But each time he thrusts into my hand, it forces my cock deeper into his arse, doing all the work for me.

It’s not long before my dick is sliding in with ease, bottoming out each time as Miles cries out with pleasure when I hit his prostate. A few tugs with my hand and his cock reaches full size, hot and hard beneath my touch.

“More, Jake. Fuck me harder,” Miles instructs, rocking into me, so he’s able to set the pace.

He feels fucking fantastic clamped around my cock, his warmth wrapping around me in the most maddening way, and I love the feel of his silky flesh beneath my hand as I stroke him closer to his release.

I quickly lose control, giving Miles everything I was trying to hold back before. I’m spurred on by the ache in my balls, and the pressure growing in my lower spine, desperate for release. My slow movements become fast and frantic, my hips snapping against him so hard that the sound of our skin meeting echoes loudly around the room.

I can see Indie out of the corner of my eye, watching us with wide, lust-filled eyes as she tracks our every movement. She seems to flick between watching where his arse swallows my cock, to where I’m wanking his hard length until he’s trembling beneath my touch.

“Oh fuck. Jake, that’s so fucking good. Fuck, shit, fuck. Like that, keep fucking me like that.” Miles’ frantic words rush out between thrusts, his urgent desperation making me edge closer to my own release.

I do as I’m told, fucking him hard and deep, just the way he wants, whilst making sure the rhythm of my hand matches my thrusts. Miles is gasping for air as his eyes roll into the back of his head, so lost in the pleasure as both of our releases barrel closer.

“I’m so close,” I tell him. Even though I’m not sure I need his permission in this scenario, I ask anyway. “I need to come. Please, can I come as soon as you do?”

Miles nods, his dark eyes fixed on mine, as he rocks against me, meeting each of my brutal thrusts. “Fuck, yes. Make me come, now!” he shouts.

I slam into him with renewed fervour, my balls slapping against him as I bottom out each time. The tip of my cock slides over his prostate with each deep thrust as he cries out from the sensations. Each time I hit that sweet spot, I feel his velvety shaft pulse beneath my hand, and I know it won’t be long.

Sure enough, his arse starts to spasm as his cock spurts cum, his release hitting him whilst I’m buried inside him, balls deep.His arse contracts around me as he cries out, and the sensation of him clamped around my cock is all I need to reach my own orgasm.

I cry out, letting Miles know that I’m coming as I shoot my load deep into his arse, whilst he spills over my hand and up onto his bare chest. I rock my hips in slow, shallow thrusts, giving myself just enough movement to milk the last drops of cum from my cock.

Once Miles has shot his load, his whole body sags beneath me, his trembling legs flopping down as he gasps. He’s turned boneless beneath me, and it’s easy for me to slide my spent dick from his wet, abused hole.

I watch as his hole remains stretched open just a little, my cum dripping from his arsehole once I’m out, and an overwhelming feeling hits me.

Mine!

It’s how I feel when I paint Indie with my cum, too. It’s my way of marking them as mine, and I don’t ever plan on letting them go.

I lean over and capture Miles’ lips with mine, taking in his serene, blissed-out posture. Even though I can see how he feels, I ask all the same. “How was that?”

Miles lets out a chuckle as he shakes his head. “I can’t say I hated it. I still prefer being the one doing the fucking, but I wouldn’t mind switching every once in a while. What about you?”

I shrug my shoulders, trying to hide my shy smile. “I loved it. I like being fucked in the arse more, but the part where I get to claim you with my cum is my favourite. I love seeing it dripping out of your arse, letting everyone know you belong to me.”

Indie chuckles from beside us. “That’s how you feel when you come in me, isn’t it?”

I nod my head, a sheepish expression on my face. “I like it.”

“Looks like you have a breeding kink,” Miles says suddenly, his face devoid of any emotion, like he was just talking about the weather.

Indie’s eyes turn comically wide, and I can feel myself panicking on her behalf. “Breeding? As in, babies?” Her voice takes on a high-pitched tone as she panics.

I mean, I’m not opposed to putting a baby in her. I’m sure one of us will do it eventually, but now isn’t the time.

Before I can say that, or the last part at least, Miles cuts in. “Breeding isn’t solely about knocking someone up, although that’s a large part. Some people with a breeding kink just like to use their cum in a claiming way.”

I nod quickly. “Yes, that one. I mean, of course I’d love to see you knocked up one day, but that’s not my intention.”

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