Page 20 of Bedeviled By The Jock
With each thrust, he hits my prostate with deadly accuracy, and the pressure starts building at the base of my spine, making my limbs tingle. I grip the sides of the chair, my fingers digging into the old, worn fabric, bracing for what I know is coming.
Josh must sense that I am close, because his lips curl into a wolfish smile.
“You’re about to burst, aren’t you? I can see it on that pretty face of yours.”
“Y-yeah,” I gasp. “What about you?”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not far behind.”
“Don’t you dare pull out, Josh.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“I want you to fill me up. Every last drop. I want it all inside of me.”
His nostrils flare, and his gaze turns feral. “Damn, Sebas. Who knew you could be such a filthy little thing?”
“Promise me. Promise you won’t pull out.”
“I’m gonna pump you so full of cum, it’s gonna leak out of you for days.”
“Fuuuck, Josh!”
He grabs the base of my cock, holds it tightly, and starts jacking me off, the calluses on his palms scraping deliciously against the sensitive skin.
“Let go, Sebas. I got you.”
I can feel the orgasm building, the rush, the swell, the tingle spreading through my limbs. All the tension and frustration and longing from the past few years coiling into a ball of molten heat in the pit of my stomach.
A scream builds in my chest, but Josh silences it with his mouth. I come in thick, violent spurts, my body shaking uncontrollably.
Ropes of cum splatter across Josh’s knuckles, between our bodies, and as my ass clenches down on his cock, his thrusts turn frantic.
He growls against my mouth, a deep, animalistic sound that vibrates through my body, and a moment later, he follows me over the edge, flooding my insides with liquid heat.
He keeps his promise. Doesn’t pull out. He empties his balls inside of me, pumping rope after rope of thick, creamy cum straight into my depths, and the feeling of it, the warmth, the wetness, the pressure, is enough to milk a few more spurts from my spent cock.
It feels like an endless torrent. Like a fucking hose. His cock just keeps spewing, thick spurts flooding me until it leaks past the tight seal between us, trickling down the crack of my ass and dripping onto the armchair.
Eventually, the flow dies down and we stay like that, our lips barely touching, breathing each other’s air, his cock still nestled inside of me.
It takes a long, long time before he softens enough to slip out, and even longer before I feel ready to let him.
But when he does, his cum oozes out of my well-fucked hole, running down the insides of my thighs, and I feel strangely empty without him.
We collapse in a heap, and I curl up in his arms, listening to the rapid beat of his heart as it gradually slows down. His sweaty chest presses against mine, and his fingers lazily comb through my hair.
“Happy Halloween,” he whispers.
I pull him even closer, like I can somehow meld our bodies into one, and smile against his skin. “Best fucking Halloween ever.”
Right as I say those words, the lightbulb hanging from the ceiling flickers on. The attic fills with a faint, high-pitched buzz of electrical current.
Just a flash of flickering light, then it’s gone, and we’re left in darkness again.
“No way,” I breathe. “Did that just?—”
“Yeah. Yeah, it did.”
