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I unzip my pants and take out my aching cock, giving it two slow pumps and spreading the precum on the hard length. My balls are boiling hot, and the red head of my dick drips, eager to ram his tight hole.
“If you’re changing your mind, I’ll be really pissed!” Ollie suddenly says when I just keep staring. Reaching down, I grab that perky ass of his in my large hand and give the soft flesh a hard, merciless squeeze. I move a cheek aside to have a first look at his puckered hole.
A rumble of approval vibrates in my chest. “Nothing. Not a fucking thing’s keeping me from this ass.”
I grab the packet of lube from the back of my jeans—I bought a box of them the day after Ollie kissed me. I open it and coat my fingers, but before using them to loosen his entrance, I order Ollie to turn his face my way. His cheeks are red, eyes half-lidded. A possessive feeling overwhelms me. I want him to watch.
“Wha…?” His words are lost in a gasp when I open my mouth and let my saliva fall on his ass. It drops between his cheeks and then slides down, coating his crack and hole. Ollie shivers and lets out a whimper. I needed to see something of mine on him. It’s a weird, dominating thought. And I don’t give a fuck. I need more. I spit on his hole and spread the wetness just before thrusting two lube-slick fingers all the way inside him.
“Fuck!” Ollie cries, arching beautifully toward the ceiling. He pushes against me, impaling himself even more on my fingers. I start fucking him with them, and he bucks his hips with every pump of my hand.
I’ve never prepped someone before, the guys from the agency are ready to be fucked when I meet them, unless I’m in the mood to watch and they do it in front of me. I didn’t know how much I was missing. Ollie is so damn tight and hot around my fingers. As I add another one, I can feel him stretching, his hole getting loose under my thrusts. I want it swollen and gaping and dripping with cum.
“My cock is a thick motherfucker, I need to open you up,” I tell him, sliding a fourth finger inside. He hisses, but doesn’t stop driving back onto them.
“No, you don’t. I like it when it hurts. Give me your cock.” It’s more an order than a plea. But I let it slide. He’ll learn soon enough who’s in charge when we fuck. “And take off your t-shirt. Want to see those gorgeous pecs.”
I pull my fingers out and yank off my shirt, not because he told me to, but because I want to feel him against me. Skin to skin.
“You’re fucking gaping. Jesus, what a sight.” I grab the condom from my wallet, and while putting it on, I tell him, “Later, we’ll go get tested. I want to stuff you with cum next time I take your ass.”
“You’re so sure there’ll be a next time?” he retorts but doesn’t argue.
I slide my length between his cheeks to spread lube on it. They cradle it perfectly; it feels damn good.
“You’ll fucking beg for my cock. Every single time.”
He opens his mouth to reply, but I graze the puckered bundle of nerves, making him shudder. My balls rub against his soft skin.
“I won’t be gentle. I’ll use you like a tight fuck toy. Last chance to back out, kitty.”
“Fuck yeah, give it to me. Use me.” He sounds desperate, and damn, I love this slutty look on him. Ass out, legs spread wide, hands balled up against the wall.
I line up my cock, grab his hip hard, and push. The head inches inside him and starts to stretch his wet, strangling walls before stretching them some more.
His need is obvious in the tremble that races across his shoulders and his shaky legs.
“So fucking tight,” I grit out while driving my dick into the hottest channel I’ve ever entered. I told him I’m merciless when fucking, but oddly, I’m trying to slow down. Where I’m finding this control is a mystery to me.
“All in?” he chokes out.
“Halfway.”
He gasps. “Oh, God.”
“Your greedy hole will be stuffed full like never before,” I groan.
“Your giant cock will be milked like never before,” he counters. And I fucking believe him.
Talking is something else I don’t do when I’m fucking. But with Ollie, I can’t keep all the filthy things passing through my mind inside.
“Kiss me,” his voice is a soft whisper, and I can’t deny him what he wants.
“Keep your hands on the wall.” I wrap my fingers around his neck and pull him up, his back against my front. He sucks on my tongue and rolls his hips, crying out when I impale him all the way on my cock with a growl.
Fuuuucking finally. His inner walls are squeezing me so tight, my balls are already aching with the need to come. What will it feel like without anything between us? The thought of being bare inside him, of fucking him raw ignites something dark and primal inside me. I start to ram into him, not giving him time to adjust to me. I told him I fuck like a maniac, and now it’s time for him to take it.
My mind has shut off and my body has taken the wheel. My cock is setting all my nerves alight. I pound into him hard and fast, balls slapping against his bouncing ass, all that soft flesh jiggling under my ruthless onslaught. I want to cover it in cum and watch my seed trail down his smooth skin.
