Page 91 of Hard to Judge

There’s no relent. His strokes are long and deep.

That good feeling comes again and again. Each time it peels a part of me back. Over and over, I’m pulled apart and ripped wide fucking open.

“I’m yours!” I scream and sob. “I’m yours, Arlo!”

His hands and body leave me, sobbing and exposed, and then my hands are free. The next moment, I’m being lifted and slung over his shoulder with little more than a grunt.

He stalks through the condo to my bedroom and lays me in the center of the bed.

I watch dazed and a little out of my body as he slowly strips.

I’ve seen a lot of men through the years. Not in any relational sense, but in the physical one. None have ever held a candle to Arlo. He is the epitome of masculine beauty. All sharp edges and muscled slabs.

He crawls up the bed and pulls my pants from my ankles and my socks from my feet. Somewhere along the way, I lost my shoes and shirt.

We’re both here, naked and panting.

“Tell me?” For the first time, it’s a plea instead of a demand.

“I’m yours.”

He lubes his dick and then yanks me until my legs are wide and my ass is nestled atop his thighs.

Inch by maddening inch, he works the cock ring up my dick until I’m finally free. Then he levers back and notches his head at my entrance.

This man, scarred and scared, has been the master of me for as long as I can remember, but here, now, commanding andwhole, he owns me in a way I never thought possible. My entire body is alert, ready, and willing to melt itself to his will.

My body is his. My mind is his. My heart has never been my own. It’s always been his.

“Do you want to be mine?” There's sorrow in his eyes. Like he knows what being his has cost me.

I lever up, grab the hair at his nape, and pull him down with me. We’re chest to chest, mouth to mouth, dick to dick.

“Always and forever, Arlo.” I kiss his forehead and his cheeks and graze his lips. “Always. Forever. Yours.”

He shoves inside my body in one strong thrust.

My lungs forget how to function. I’m stretched and full. I’m floating and grounded. I’m screaming and silent. My emotions feel too big for my body.

His lips and teeth assault my cheeks and chin for so long I lose all sense of time. Then like the snap of my fingers, I need him to break me.

“Please, fuck me,” I beg.

Arlo sits back. He grips my jaw in one hand and my hip in the other.

His hips retreat and snap forward so hard I’d fly off the damn bed if not for his hold. He grips me tight and fucks me good, filling me near to bursting.

I’m panting, and shaking, and begging my orgasm to wait.

I want this experience to last forever.

“Oh fuck, Arlo.” The feeling builds like it did all those other times, and then stacks bricks on top of that, and higher still. My whole body vibrates and I scream my orgasm so loud, I know anyone in a three-floor range hears it. “I’m yours, Arlo!”

His hips piston while I stain my chest with cum. He growls and grabs me tight.

“Mine, Hota. You’re mine.” His dick grows impossibly bigger inside me. It pulses and pumps hot cum into my ass, and still, he thrusts.

“Yes. Yes.” I shoot so high, I reach the outer atmosphere and float there almost disembodied in bliss for a long time.

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