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“Coming,” I warn him just a second before I unload. He swallows and swallows and then sucks on my sensitive head until I pull back.Too sensitive.
I have just enough time to smile down at him before I’m lowered, spun and bent over the kitchen table. Cheek pressed on the wooden surface, a small stool is placed under my feet. I hear the sound of his pants falling to the floor, but when I try to widen my legs, a growl tears its way out of his throat.
He pushes my ass up and brings my wrists around my back, holding them down with one hand. I turn and whimper, gasping for breath, seeing how heatedly he’s looking at me in this subdued, obscene position.
Rague spits a slick mixture of saliva and semen into his hand. He does it again and shoves it between my squeezed thighs. Then he lets more saliva fall on his cock, before his big hand wraps around it and starts slicking it.
“You’re so damn hot,” I blurt out, and it’s true. His lips twitch before he pushes his dick into the tight cavity formed by my thighs.
He’s wild and untamed with his thrusts, groaning like the beast he is. He hasn’t taken off his shirt, but I can see his pointy nipples and mighty pecs pushing against the thermal fabric. He has a blissed out, possessive look in his eyes that says, “I will wreck you,” as he stares at my ass bouncing with every pump, brows pinched tight, and jaw slack. My spent, sated cock starts growing once again under the feral fucking between my thighs.
“Your hole is all red and swollen.” Is that why he’s not fucking it? “Ollie.” Rague’s voice is a little more than gravel, filled with satisfaction. He tightens his hold on my wrists and spits on my back entrance before brushing his thumb over the sensitive skin. “I own it, don’t I?” I feel the saliva rolling down till it reaches his pumping dick going at the fake hole between my legs.
I glare at him, but it’s only an act, because I’m after one thing, and he gives it to me straight away. The first spank stings so damn good, followed by four more. When he stops, I wiggle my ass and whimper.
“Tell me who owns your ass and greedy mouth, and I’ll give you more.” His hard shaft suddenly slides under my balls, and I cry out. My dick is hard as a rock again. How does he do that?
“You!” I scream, feeling desperate tears coming down my face. Different emotions are attacking me all at once, and the desire is almost suffocating. I need him so much. So fucking much. He resumes the spanking until my ass cheeks are on fire and I’m a sobbing mess.
“Don’t you ever threaten to leave, Ollie,” he whispers near my ear. “I’m not that good of a man. You have no idea what I’m capable of.” His words of warning inflame me even more. Because I know without a doubt that he’s speaking the truth, but also that he’ll never hurt me. His actions up until this moment have shown it to me over and over.
His thumb goes back to my hole and the tip slips inside, making me even more insane. He suddenly pulls me up from the table and holds me standing on the stool with my arms still secured behind my back, while his cock slides roughly between my legs.
“Watch,” he orders. I look down. My angry dick is bouncing on my belly with every hard thrust of his hips, while his thick cockhead pushes its way between the flesh of my thighs over and over, dripping precum all over my skin.
“Spit on my dick. Make it nice and wet,” he orders me, his breath so close to my cheek. I open my mouth and let the saliva fall on it, enjoying his groan of pleasure.
He pulls out and appears in front of me. Chest to chest. He slides his length in between my legs again and goes back to the feral rhythm of his thrusts.
“Squeeze those fucking thighs together.” He makes a rumbly sound that goes straight to my balls.
I shudder. He’s so big, every part of him. Chest, arms, legs, cock. And I’m his prisoner. I feel so sexy and vulnerable at the same time. My hands are still held behind my back, and he is devouring my mouth, growling between my lips. Why is that sound so hot? Rague is not even talking, and yet, he turns me into a whimpering pile of need. I want to crawl inside his head, just like he’s crawled inside mine.
Maybe I already did.
My cock is rubbing on his hard belly, smearing it with precum. He wraps his calloused fingers around it as his shaft massages the underside of my balls more forcibly in this position. After only one pump of his hand, cum is pulsing out, sticky strands shoot between our bodies and trickle down his hand, making my whole body jerk. I ride my orgasm until my seed glistens all over the fabric of our shirts.
“Ohh, Rague,” I whisper, empty-headed.
His grip on my wrists loosens only slightly, and he moves his fingers covered in my cum to my hand, slicking it with it.
“Make a loose fist with your hand.” He positions it under my ass between my legs and with the next pump of his hips, the head of his cock slides inside it. “Just like that. Such a good boy!”
His forceful drives push me onto my tiptoes, and it’s not easy to keep my balance on the small stool. He suddenly lets go of my hands, grabs two handfuls of my ass and jackhammers his dick like a mindless dog in heat. His teeth close around my shoulder, and I can’t stop my free hand from clutching at the scarred skin of his back, while my other hand is still being used as a Fleshlight by Rague.
My thighs, my feet, arms, and neck ache, but I fucking love when he loses his mind like this. He suddenly turns rigid, roughly spreads my ass cheeks, and then I feel cum spurting on my ass crack, hole, and lower back.
“Give me those water-green eyes.” He’s still coming, his voice is strained and commanding. Can’t resist him like this. “Yes. Mmmm. Like tropical water around a faraway island. Ollie. My Ollie.”
I kiss my name from his lips, soft and slow and sweet, like I’ve never kissed anyone before.
Fifteen minutes later, we are on the sofa. The afterglow from two mind-blowing orgasms is buzzing lazily all over my body. I’m sitting on Rague’s lap, his chin on top of my head, his big body against my side. We took off our shirts, and I can feel his bare skin against mine, his spent cock against my ass. One of my hands is on his pec, and even though I’m dying to explore the beauty of his strong chest, I don’t.
“I meant it when I said I’m not a good person,” he whispers.
My head goes back to memories of Dick and my shitty life. And then to the bliss of the last few days spent with him. “I’ve seen bad, Rague, and you’re not it.”
He grunts in disagreement. My yawn couldn’t have been timed worse, and whatever he was going to say dissolves into a frustrated sigh.
