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“All angry, red, and swollen.” He sounds pleased with his work. “You sore?”
“No,” I reply, but I hiss when his big, spit-slick, callous finger spears mercilessly inside me.
“What did I say about lying?” He spanks me while keeping his finger in, and my body jolts in surprise, toe-curling pleasure pushing it even deeper. The sting makes my dick jerk, and Rague’s smirk tells me he noticed it. I grab it and start stroking.
“No. I’m not sore,” I lie again, because I want more pain. He snarls and gives me four spanks before pushing another finger inside. I cry out with every slap, writhing and showing more of my butt cheeks in invitation.
“Tell me you want me to turn your ass red, but don’t fucking lie to me,” he grunts and spits, inserting a third finger. It burns. His hand keeps coming down, and the sting feels fucking amazing. So incredibly so that with the next slap, I spurt jizz all over my chest.
“Yes. Rague. Fuck!” I can’t stop bucking my hips. Ripples of ecstasy continue running through my body. It’s so good it, hurts and the pain makes it good again. It’s the most delicious vicious circle.
When I finally come down from it, Rague is staring at my messy chest. He lifts a hand and rubs his fingers in my cum before slowly taking them to his lips. He hesitates a second but then pushes them in his mouth, letting out one of his sexy growls. Seeing him taste me for the first time almost steals all the air from my lungs.
He licks his fingers clean and then focuses those dark eyes on me again.
“Let’s try again.” He twists the fingers that are still in my ass, making my hole clench. “Are you sore, Ollie?”
The burning stretch is very real. “I’m sore, but I love it. Want to feel your cum in me.” Cannot be more honest than this.
“Fuck,” he mutters. He pulls his digits slowly out of me and then turns to grab a packet of lube from his discarded sweats. Does he carry one in every pair of pants he owns? The thought doesn’t sit well with me. Where is this jealousy coming from? And the neediness? The whorish desperation every time he shows me his cock—his bare cock that he’s slicking with lube, and that will soon fuck me raw.
He suddenly grabs my legs and throws them on his shoulders as his big head breaches my ring. Two more thrusts, and he fills me with a potent punch of his hips. I let go of the air kept in my lungs when he bottoms out. Without a condom, the difference is subtle but real. The sting quickly ebbs away, replaced by the urge to impale myself on him.
“Fuuuuck! Never felt such a hot and tight piece of ass around my dick.” He grinds and rolls his hips slowly, stretching me further, and seemingly relishing every single movement—if his long, gruntled groans are enough proof.
His feet are firmly planted on the floor, his thick hairy thighs slightly bent while he pistons his hips, his half-lidded eyes focus on where our bodies are connected. This is exactly what I dreamed of doing with him while we worked out at Lenny’s gym.
The mirrors behind him give me a perfect view of his firm, high ass flexing every time he slams inside me, and the sight is too much. Under this light, I can clearly see every single scar marring his back. And there are too many. What happened to him?
My dick is half-hard, bouncing on my belly. His chest is right in front of me, wide, brawny, and yummy, and my fingers are dying to touch him. But instead, I raise them until they wrap around the weight bar, moaning as he pushes into me over and over. He leans forward, nearly folding me in two and places his hands on top of mine on the bar, tightening his grip, his cavernous eyes laser-focused on my face.
“When I come inside you and fill you full of my seed, I’ll own this hole.”
What? This is the sex talking, right? Intense things you say in the heat and passion of the moment, and then as soon as it’s done, you forget it all.
He buries himself up to the hilt and grips my jaw in a firm hold. “I will own it as soon as I breed it.”
With a smooth movement, he straightens and drops my legs around his waist, hooking my feet behind his back. I feel him bend his knees as his strong fingers palm my ass—the same fingers that crushed a man’s fist—so hot.
I’m suddenly being lifted into the air. My whimper of surprise turns into a gasp followed by a slutty moan when he starts bouncing me on his cock. In this position, it’s like he’s tearing me in two, and I feel so fucking high, I lose track of everything but the pleasure he’s giving me with each drive of his hips. My nails sink into his biceps, and I drop my head back, crying out all my bliss. His herculean strength and the way he manhandles me is such a turn-on, all I want to do is shoot cum everywhere.
“Yeah,” he breathes, his large, scarred hands moving my ass up and down his cock. “Open that tight little hole for me. Make it nice and loose for my cock.”
God, that mouth.
Next, he slams me against the wall, and like a damn machine, he continues to power inside me. His hair is a mess of sweaty curls, and he makes a soft sound as his mouth takes mine. I open my lips and our tongues meet. He’s much taller than me, and my head has to tilt back to take his assaulting kiss. I moan as Rague’s tongue slides against mine, his hand fists the back of my hair, yanking my head further back to command the kiss. He breaks us apart but leaves his open mouth over mine, panting his pleasure between my lips. It makes me shudder, my cock stiffening impossibly more between us.
The look of ecstasy on his face makes him even more handsome, and I can’t resist anymore. I need to touch him. My hands are still on his biceps, but I lift one and hazard a flick to his nipple. His jackhammering falters for a moment, but in the next, the rhythm turns to a frantic one.
“More!” he chokes out, sinking his teeth into my lower lip.
Fuck. I pinch and pull the nipple, and he growls like a damn beast in heat. He swears loudly, and I take that as encouragement to add my nails to the mix, scratching and digging them into his pecs. It drives him even wilder. He’s battering my hole now, hitting my prostate with every thrust, mouth open in ecstasy, eyes on my face unseeingly. I’m addicted to the pleasure-dazed look I can put on his face—and to his cock. His thick, long, ruthless, ten-inch cock.
I turn my face to his bicep and bite hard before sucking, leaving a bruise on the hard muscle.
“You want to fucking mark me?” He sounds mad. “Then I’ll claim you right back.”
He grabs my hair and pulls hard, exposing my neck to his mouth. He sucks so hard, I feel the sensation right around my dick and I come. Fireworks explode in front of my eyes, and my cum shoots between us, hitting my chest and my neck. My balls hurt after releasing a second time. My head has dropped onto his bicep while his thrusts have grown more frantic. He’s close. I can see it in his gritted teeth and the tension in his shoulders
