Page 87 of Inevitable Destruction

It won’t last without them, though. That much I know.

“Get your finger nice and wet for me.” I pop off his dick and suck my finger into my mouth, mimicking sucking his dick. Rhett’s approving grumble spurs me on. Spit drips between my knuckles, running down the back of my hand.

“You know where to put it, baby.” He spreads his legs apart, widening his stance with his arms still braced against the wall, giving me easier access. With shaky fingers, I brush past his balls, enjoying how hot and heavy they feel, and sweep across his taint until my finger delves into his crack.

Just as I feel the ridges of his puckered hole, Rhett grabs my hair and yanks my mouth back onto his cock. Instead of focusing on where my finger is, I focus on his cock filling my throat and stretching my lips past the point of pain.

He twitches in my mouth as my finger rubs around his hole. I find myself oddly fascinated as it puckers beneath my touch. On instinct, I push through the overly tight ring, and enter a channel of constricting, blinding heat.

“Fuck,” Rhett growls and thrusts hard. With my finger still buried in his ass, I rip myself off of his cock just in time to spew all over his floor. Not much empties from my stomach, mostly stomach bile from not eating in I don’t even know how long. My throat burns as I stare at the small puddle to my left.

Rhett’s channel constricts around my finger, reminding me of the digit still knuckle deep inside of him. His grip on my hair returns once more as he forces my eyes to meet his.

“Did you just puke on my floor?”

I tremble in fear, my body shaking from head to toe in fear of his retaliation. I never used to be this weak, but he made me into this fucking mess.

“You puked from my dick in your throat,” he ponders as he stares down at me. I don’t see anger in his gaze, only sick fascination.

I swear to God if he makes me…

He reaches between his legs, grabs my wrist, and slowly pulls my finger out of him. I whine at the loss of heat, surprising even myself at the pleasure it brought me to make him lose even a modicum of control.

Faster than my lagging brain can process, my body is dragged away from the wall, and my face is pressed into the carpet. Rhett grabs my hips and lifts them into the air, which can’t be an easy feat, even for him. I’m not huge, but I’m not a small dude either.

My skin burns from the pressurized friction as I’m forced harder into the carpet. Rhett’s tongue flicks against my hole as he soaks me. Far too soon he pulls away and shoves one finger inside of me, immediately replacing it with two. He stretches and massages my entrance, scissoring his fingers.

My skin tingles, and sweat drips from my temples, down my cheeks and across my lips as I writhe under his touch.

I let out a sobbing gasp when I feel his hot breath fanning my stretched hole. Suddenly, I feel extremely wet inside, and I clench on instinct.

Rhett’s rumbling chuckle vibrates through my ass as he continues to spit inside of me. “You like that, baby?” I nod frantically, ignoring the chafing of my skin as it’s rubbed raw.

Holy shit. I feel so… owned.

I clench again at the thought, liking it far too fucking much.

Rhett pulls away, but before I can make a sound of objection, his bulbous head rubs over my twitching entrance before ramming its way inside. He’s much too large, and I’m much too dry, despite the copious amounts of saliva. He doesn’t wait for me to adjust as he ruthlessly pounds into me, giving me every long, thick inch without mercy.

My mind fizzles out, becoming nothing but a useless organ in my skull as sensation takes over my body. Tingling heat saturates my limbs, from the heels of my feet to the tips of my ears. In this moment, I’m nothing but Rhett’s beauty boy.

The burning in my ass remains with every drag of his length, but the pain alters into pleasure, lust, damnation.

I’m damned to the deepest pits of hell for every choice I’ve made—and I’ll go willingly as long as I get to always have this.

This.

This.

I don’t realize I’m shouting until Rhett’s arm wraps around my throat, and he pulls me up against his chest, still rutting in and out of me.

“Yeah. This, baby. Your tight fucking ass strangling my cock for every drop of my cum.” The sound of his pelvis smacking against my ass reverberates through the room, the sound euphonic.

“You want my cum inside of you?” He reaches down and wraps his fingers around my cock, squeezing the head. “Filling you up.” His thumb brushes my leaking tip, smearing precum around until he can easily jack me off. “Until I’m dripping out of you.”

My balls tighten, drawing closer to my body. I’m frenzied, right on the precipice. Rhett drops my cock, letting it smack against my abs with a loud thwack.

“Daddy,” I whine, the word spilling from my throat thoughtlessly. Rhett’s grip on my throat tightens, constricting my airways as he stills, groaning loudly in my ear as he pulses inside of me. Jets of his hot cum fill my channel, and the sensation of feeling so full sets off my own release.

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