Page 102 of Seven+Four

He’s holding onto me so tightly, clutching me to him with his face buried in my neck.

“Uri?” His voice is quiet, and there’s a strain in it I’ve never heard before, like something is breaking just underneath his words.

“I’m here, and I know where you’re going to go. I’ve known since the day I first saw you. You have no other place but by my side.” I state those facts as clear as I possibly can as I stop near a tree and put Sari down to pull his pants off. It’s damn cold, but I’ll warm him up soon enough.

“Where did he touch you?” I whisper darkly as I rip the thin lace off his stiff cock. I haul him into my arms again and push his back against a tree trunk.

“Nowhere,” he pants, knowing what I mean. I can see the sincerity shining brightly in his half-lidded, light blue eyes peering back at me—and the desire. The awe and the excitement. It all takes my damn breath away.

He’s fucking gorgeous. Messy, black hair reaching down his shoulders. Parted lips seemingly about to say something seductively enticing. His smooth skin is flawless, and I fucking hate seeing those bruises on Sari’s face again. I can’t make them disappear, but I can obliterate them from his memories if even for only a short period of time.

“I’ll shove my dick so deep, you’ll feel me in your throat,” I let the dirty promise reach his ear as I grind said jeans-clad part against his balls and hole. He shivers before crushing his mouth against mine with messy desperation. Our tongues twist and thrust together as hectic breaths clash. His mouth is somehow docile and greedy at the same time, while I kiss him so hard it feels like I’m pulling his tongue out.

His legs shift anxiously before spreading wider to let my hips press more firmly between them. He breaks the kiss and gazes up at me with lust-dazed eyes, breathing hard, tongue wetting his red lips.

I know every inch of his stunning body. I’ve fucked him so many times, I know exactly what sets him off. I’ve touched him so thoroughly, I know every single sweet spot. And right now, I want us to tangle into each other more and more until we turn into a hot, crying, grunting, dirty mess.

Sari takes one of my hands and brings it to his face. He kisses my palm and gives it a long lick before sucking my middle finger into his mouth.

“Use only one finger. I want it to sting,” the tempter says sexily before swallowing my finger again.

My teeth sink into my lower lip as I groan and grab a handful of his hair. All the blood rushes to my cock.

“I fucking want my whole body inside you,” I growl. His tongue is drenching my finger in saliva, sucking it like a fucking pro.

Unable to wait any longer, I pull my hand back and plunge the slick finger inside him all the way to the knuckle. Sari gasps, pulling at my dreads as I start to work him.

“Look at me when I fuck you open,” I demand, grabbing his cheek hard, forcing those pools to mine. Jesus motherfucking Christ, the face he makes while getting fucked is the living embodiment of lust.

“Uri, Uri, Uri.” My name on his lips is like a prayer.

I’m going to consume him whole, leave no fucking crumbs of him. I’m inebriated by him, struggling to stop myself before there’s nothing left.

“Show me those nipples,” I order him as my finger keeps pumping inside his wet heat. “Pull that sweater up and hold it in your mouth. Bite on it.”

So fucking sexy, that birthmark under his right nipple. I grunt, and pushing his body up, I suck on it before moving to the bud. My free hand alternates slaps and pinches on the other nipple while Sari writhes under me so fucking beautifully.

Shit, I’m so hard for him. I need to be inside him. I remove my finger and open my jeans with quick movements before lining up the leaking crown of my cock and forcing the whole length inside him.

His cry is muffled by the fabric in his mouth as he bites hard on it. His glazed eyes go wide as I rapidly bottom out. I growl all my animal satisfaction at taking what’s mine, of filling him deep, stretching him. He’s full of cock. My long, thick, pierced cock. His hole throbbing around it.

He’s twitching and sucking my dick, so fucking hungry for it. I don’t give him time to get used to my thickness and start pounding, giving him more of the sting he so eagerly demanded before. His lean torso arches as I grip hard on his waist, leaving my fingerprints on his pale skin.

“Yes. Yes. Hurt me,” I think he begs around the sweater in his mouth.

“You’re so good at taking it raw.” I grunt, letting the bare pleasure spread all over my body.

Sari can’t stop broken, wanton moans from leaving his mouth with every thrust I give him.He’s clinging to my body, his hands roaming all over my back before finally stopping on my ass to pull me deeper inside him.

“You feel how deep I am? I’m going to wreck you from the inside out.” I want to get where no one will ever reach inside of him.

His lips let go of the sweater. “Rip me to pieces. Own my body. Take my soul. I’ll give it all to you,” he cries out, completely lost to the bliss. He feels so fucking amazing, custom-made for me and only me.

“I’ll take it without asking. It’s all mine. Never fucking doubt it.” I grab his wrists and yank them up over his head against the tree trunk. Keeping him pinned under me, at my mercy. What a fucking vision.

“Don’t let me forget then. Leave your marks on me. Punish me for pushing you away. Do it, Uri!”

I give his side two spanks before letting my nails trail down to his thigh. His mouth opens in a silent moan as I see the orgasm about to explode inside him. Oh, but not yet. I grip his dripping cock hard, halting the detonation. My thumb moves on the slit, making Sari scream.

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