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The wet sucking sound of our fucking resounds in the large space, combined with his loud moans and my deep grunts.
“You take it so fucking well,” I snarl the praise in his ear, tightening my fingers around his throat. He clenches around my cock, making precum spurt.“ How much do you like being used?”
He moans as I let go of his neck and grab his wrists. I pull his arms all the way back, jolting his body against me as I slam my cock inside him. He’s moving like a rag doll while I punch my hips forward, and he lets out a strangled cry when I quicken my thrusts.
“Don’t stop.” Ollie seems to have lost control as he starts to desperately chase his own release. Fucking himself on my dick and biting angrily on his lip.
“Let me hear how much you like the biggest cock you’ve ever taken loosening you up.”
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” Ollie rears his hips back and pounds frantically onto me, his eyes rolling into the back of his head like he’s never felt anything so good, so consuming in his life. Goddammit, neither have I.
I fall forward, taking him with me. His shoulder blades are flush against my sweaty chest, his hands and forearms on the wall. He writhes while I use my grip on his nape to hold him down and jackhammer into him.
“You asked for it, didn’t you? You wanted to be fucked so damn badly.” His hole tightens around my cock. Fuck yeah!
“Can’t help it if I know what I want,” he chokes out, and my nostrils flare like they do when I’m turned on real good—or ready to fucking annihilate someone.
“And what do you want?”
“You-you using me until I come, so hard I can’t remember my own name,” he screams.
“Oh, you’ll remember.” I ram my ten inches up his ass so damn roughly that I push him onto the tips of his toes. It must be uncomfortable, but what does he do? He moans like a whore. He’s damn tight and welcoming. I need to fuck this hole again and again until it gets so damn loose, my dick will slide in without lube, only my spit.
“Every step you take, you’ll feel the sore imprint my fat cock left inside of you,” I whisper, pushing his chest further down so that his ass presses more firmly against my pistoning dick. “You’ll feel the urge to fill the emptiness so much, you’ll come back for more. And I will give it to you. I’ll fill all your holes till my balls are drained and aching.”
“And I’ll massage them with my tongue until they are full again and ready to unload inside my throat.”
It isn’t just his body that was created to fit me, his filthy little mind complements mine, as well. He’s perfection.
“Fuck, it’s so big I can feel it in my guts. More. Let it all out on my ass.” He turns his head. His pupils blow wider, nearly obscuring the light green color of his eyes. His mouth hangs open, tongue out as he aims a pleasure-drunk look at me. And I wish I had another dick to stuff his mouth with.
His hand is jerking his dick frantically, almost following the pitiless and unrelenting rhythm of my thrusts.
“You fill me so good, so good. Ahhhh!” he lets out a long loud cry and starts convulsing. His channel is contracting around my cock, so tightly I feel the telltale sign in my balls just before cum erupts from my slit.
I push all the way in, yanking his hips toward me with both hands and holding them still. His hole spasms, sucking me dry, and I grunt and groan all my pleasure to the heavens with my head tilted upward. I feel his knees buckling, so I wrap my arm around his waist while unloading inside him. Sex has never been like this. Ever.
He shivers against me and nips my arm before I feel the warm flick of his tongue. My dick twitches, still hard, and I think about bending him forward again and continuing to fuck him.
My hips move of their own volition, going back and forth. He sucks me in every time I pump.
I lean back to look at how his used hole stretches around me. It’s a vision. I have to spread his plump cheeks to get a better view, and Jesus Christ, the only word inside my head ismine. My softening cock gives a twitch before slipping out. His entrance is red, puffy, and fucking loose.
Ollie grunts while I’m smiling smugly at it. I wish I could see my cum rolling out. Next time, I tell myself. The urge to push my fingers inside him and fill him up, to feel his walls squeezing around me while claiming his asshole once again hits me. But he beats me to it. Still slightly bent at the waist, he reaches his arm back, stuffs three fingers inside, and sighs with relief.
Fucking hell, my cock is coming alive again, and with the used condom around it, it’s so damn uncomfortable. I quickly get rid of it, throwing it into a bucket, while keeping my eyes on the dirty show Ollie is giving me, moaning while fucking himself on his fingers.
After another minute, he sighs contentedly, pulls his fingers out, and turning around, he slumps against the wall. The satisfied sound hits my chest like a mean hook.
“I needed that.” He smiles, his naked body on display. I can’t help but stare, gawking at all those inches of beautiful, sweaty skin before me. The hungry, fascinated way he’s looking at my bare chest and limp dick is inebriating. Like he can’t believe I’m here in front of him.
I grab his jaw and give him an open-mouthed, sloppy kiss. He responds to the aggression quickly and easily. His warm lips are what dreams are made of. Even more red, shiny, and swollen after I part from them.
He laughs happily. “That was incredible,” he says, and I grunt in agreement. “Feel free to use that beauty on me whenever you want, Rague.”
His words make my lips twitch, and my cock half-chubs while still out and hanging. He grabs it with his hand and starts pumping it. “How about coming down my throat this time?” He offers sultrily, already sliding down to his knees.
He pushes his arms behind his back and takes me in his mouth, sucking hard while my dick grows rapidly in the hot, wet cavern. Both my hands fist his hair, and once again, I give his throat a pounding.
