Page 39 of The Naked Cleaner

Chapter Fourteen

Pontus

The pain is not nice. I should be used to it after a month of this constant sex thing we have going on. The pain. Not good. It never is, and that’s one of the reasons I used to stick to blowjobs. I hate this. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, everyone goes on about sex and how fucking awesome it is, but try it yourself, having someone shove a six-inch dick up your back passage when you are flat on your stomach with an almost two meter tall hot dude pushing you down on the bed. Yeah, and sticking his big thick fat cock inside of you. We have tried to give each other a break from the bottoming, but at the end of the day, whatever we do, we somehow end up back here.

I like the idea of the big fat cock. Louis’ cock is gorgeous, and when he’s hard it’s like all my wet pornographic thrills have come true, all at once. I love sucking him into my mouth, just one small centimetre at a time, teasing him with my tongue and then sliding off and kissing his balls as he whines like a baby up there where his head is. I love all that. I love kissing him, and just lying there with him exploring my body with his mouth, sucking on my nipples, and bruising my chest, my hips, my groin. Mmmm. Love that. I kind of get a little pulse in my dick just thinking of it. Not enough to get me hard again, because trust me, right now I am anything but hard as Louis pushes a little bit further inside me and I make a sound like I am moaning, when in reality I am kind of internally screaming to get that beast of a dick out of my arse and stop the damn stinging pain, and I hope I am not bleeding because that would be fucking unattractive and if Louis sees it he will stop and it will all be over and that would be fucking awkward after all the foreplay he’s put me through.

Yeah. Because, believe it or not, five minutes ago I was seriously shaking my butt at him begging him to fuck my brains out. Yeah. That was me. And now I kind of regret it.

But not. And Ahhhrhhrhghtrhtht. Fuck. He’s almost all the way in and my legs are crazy-spasming and Louis is kissing little butterflies into my neck, and tangling his fingers in my neck hairs making my whole body shiver.

“I love you, baby. You are so fucking brave and beautiful. I know it hurts. I know it’s not nice, but just relax baby. Let me look after you. Just let your hole relax for me, okay?”

Easier said than done when you have like a whole fucking cock up there. And there he goes. One foul jerk and I can feel him against my skin. Pushing a little further, but no, he’s in. All the way.

“Huuur… Ah… Mm”

That’s me. And I am sweating, little drips falling down my forehead, and my arse spasms with the intrusion, and yeah. You read in all those posts, the ones giving you all the top tips on anal sex. They always say to just relax. Let your muscles relax. Then it gets good.

The thing is, I know it will get good. I know in a few minutes Louis will have me hard as a rock and I will be begging him to go faster and harder, but for now my mouth lets out another low whine and I can feel tears at the corner of my eyes, and fuck.

I bet it’s not like this for bloody girls. I bet it doesn’t sting like hell and feel like your body is about to be split right fucking open.

“You’re… big.” I pant. “So freakingbig, baby.”

At least I’m able to speak. That’s a good sign.

“Love you.” He mumbles. His voice is barely there, and for a moment I remind myself of what it’s like fucking him. When I sink into him and he squirms and swears like the worst kind of gangster dude in those movies. When he tenses up like a coil, and I massage his back, kiss his shoulders. Tug at his hair trying to get to his mouth, only to find his face scrunched up like he’s in pain, when he keeps on reassuring me that he is not. He just needs a moment. A little second.Just a little while more. Just stay still and hold me.

It’s fantastic when you are on the top. When your dick sinks into that tight warm hole and his whole body tries to squeeze the fuck out of your dick, the muscles pushing at you, and you push even further in and get rewarded with even more heat. More pressure. More fucking awesomeness.

I try to remember that, when Louis pulls out and pushes back in with a forceful thrust of his hips.

I roar. Because. Yeah. It’s weird. Kind of stabbing your insides with a big blunt weapon.

But it’s also kind of warm. Friction in all the right places.

“More.” My mouth says, at the same time as my brain screams for the emergency brakes.

So, he does. Pulls out and slams back down, me flat on my stomach and Louis doing some kind of fucked-up planking with his dick dipping in and out of my arse, and my traitorous legs are spreading, my arse sticking up as much as I can muster, giving my own cock space to start filling up.

Because even though I am still not fully on board with this being fun, my dick is apparently back in the game as Louis angles himself a little, and gives my prostate a full-on sliding kiss of death.

Well.Helloprostate. My mouth roars. My dick bounces and my hips slam up to meet his cock on the next thrust as he starts to moan. Long drawn out noises and I kind of join in with the sounds and slutty noises. Not that I can control what’s coming out of my mouth, because here we go. I’m now officially doing the porny stuff.

“Fuck me!” I shout. “Harder, Louis. You know I can take it. Just fucking pound me.”

Charming. Hello, Pontus Andreassen. Normal professional dude. Also part time wannabe pornstar, apparently.

“Fucking sexy.” Louis pants into my shoulder, and sinks his teeth into my skin, and for a second my brain hopes he will bite down. I could do with some pain. The stinging in my arse now replaced with a dull delicious slide, my cock almost painfully hard, as my hand snakes down and I start to clumsily jerk myself off in the tiny space I have between my body and the mattress. It’s mostly a bit of finger action I can manage as Louis stabs me in the back with his elbow trying to get a better angle, and then he pulls me almost violently off the bed onto all fours, which makes my cock weep with joy.

I love when he manhandles me. When he throws me around. Uses me as his own personal pleasure slave. It’s a fucked-up fantasy to think that out loud, but it’s Louis.

I’ve never met anyone like Louis before.

“Do it!” I pant out as my hand gets right into the jerking off, all the cool air around my dick making me whinge as my hand gets a steady rhythm going and Louis’ fingers are bruising shapes into my hips as my arse gets the pounding of the century. He fucked me like this the day before yesterday. I fucked him to kingdom come yesterday. So, it was definitely my turn today.

“Fucking love you toooo.” He roars behind me, his skin slapping hard against my arse, the hairs on my legs pulling against his thighs, trapping my skin in little painful tugs. It just adds to it all. All the sensations tugging at my nerve endings. My skin on fire, and at the same time I have goosebumps on my arms. His breath hot on my back as he leans further over me, my arms shaking as I am struggling to hold us both up.

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