Page 8 of Stealing the Merman

Darin moaned at the praise, his length raising between his legs. He cupped Conall’s pecs, thumbing the erect nubs. It drew a low groan from Conall and earned him another push down his throat. It felt so good to have a man lodged in there. Darin’s lungs screamed for air, and he grew dizzy, but all he wanted to do was serve Conall.

Then Conall pulled Darin’s head off him. He wanted to protest, wanted to tell him that he could take it, but Conall silenced him with a gesture.

“Stand,” Conall said, and Darin rose to his feet. “I want to use your other hole too.”

Excitement thrummed through Darin’s veins, along with a hefty dose of fear. Conall was massive. That club wouldn’t fit into his opening.

Conall shifted to the edge of the chair and leaned back, creating the perfect angle for Darin to sit on his cock. “On my lap,” Conall ordered.

Darin held onto the chair’s backrest as he straddled Conall once more. Conall picked up the vial and poured oil into his palm. Darin gulped as he watched him slicking himself up, his hand rising and falling in a lazy rhythm.

“Sit on me, boy.” One hand on his cock, the other on Darin’s hip, Conall guided him down. “Don’t be afraid, I’ve prepared you properly. And you like being stretched wide open, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” But how was that huge cock going to fit into his puny hole?

He lowered until Conall’s wide head brushed his rim.

“Bear down,” Conall said, and Darin did, his hole opening around the tip pressing into him. His legs shook with the effort of carrying his weight, furthering the temptation to sink. Conall’s hand urged him, and Darin gave in, descending a fraction of an inch until the pressure on his rim was unbearable. He scrunched his eyebrows, his expression pleading with Conall.

“Sir, I’m sorry, I don’t think I can,” Darin panted. “I want to, but…”

“Don’t you want to be good for me?”

Darin squeezed his eyes shut. “I do, sir. I want to be good for you.”

“Then you will take it.”

Darin nodded. He would. He’d be good for him. Conall had allowed him to experience an earth-shattering orgasm, and that was enough to inspire an unexpected degree of devotion in Darin. Well, that and the hope that there would be a repeat once he’d seated himself on Conall. A cock that size was bound to take him to otherworldly heights.

Even if he’d wanted to resist, he was losing to his trembling legs, Conall’s urging hand and the force of gravity. His strength slipped, and with a pop, the entirety of Conall’s swollen head breached his little muscle. The tip invaded him. Darin sighed as luscious pressure filled his entrance. This was going to be good.

Slowly, he let more and more of his weight drop, sinking onto Conall. His hole burned with the stretch, but it wasn’t half as bad as some of the heedless fucks he’d endured. No, this was different. It was impossible that this encounter would leave him unsatisfied. Conall was too bloody large for that.

As he sank, Conall’s cockhead traveled along his channel, big enough for Darin to feel wherever it went. Not that Conall’s stem wasn’t sizable, but when the head glided along Darin’s prostate, he lost it. Moaning, he dropped into Conall’s lap, hole clenching around the delicious thickness buried to the hilt in him. His insides rearranged to accommodate the considerable girth, and Darin felt the pressure all the way to his stomach.

“So big,” he mumbled, mouth hanging open in disbelief as he undulated around the broad rod pressing against the walls of his hole in all the right places. “So good.”

Conall stroked his thighs. “You’re doing well. I’m pleased.”

Warmth spread in Darin’s chest, and he leaned in. To his surprise, Conall accepted the invitation and kissed him. His lips moved with slow tenderness, and Darin’s heart fluttered. Conall’s tongue nudged his, then stroked it in long, languorous moves. Soon the kiss turned heated. Conall grabbed his hips, lifted him with shocking ease, and then fucked his cock into Darin’s willing opening.

The chair creaked, and Darin shouted his pleasure as the sloshing sounds of Conall’s oiled club hammering him filled the room. He keened every time Conall’s hips snapped and nailed his prostate. Thank god Conall had gotten him off earlier, otherwise, he wouldn’t have lasted a minute.

“So fucking tight,” Conall bit out. “So fucking perfect.” He drove his teeth into Darin’s lower lip, hard but short of drawing blood.

Darin whimpered as Conall’s mouth and cock took possession of him. He’d dreamed of being taken like that; hard but focused on his pleasure. Conall pounded him from below with undeniable strength. He held much of Darin’s weight as he pistoned into him. Every time he drove in, he plunged into Darin’s prostate, shoving him closer to the edge. A litany of incoherent sounds spilled out of Darin; he was too far gone to make sense. All that mattered was the man taking him apart. Conall’s sheer girth rubbed his hole just right, setting him on fire.

It was all he’d ever wanted. Conall claimed him with powerful thrusts, and the abandon with which he slammed into him spoke to something deep inside Darin. Force had only ever brought him pain, not pleasure. Yet Conall’s vigor was a balm soothing his soul. It was genial in its might, and Darin, out of his mind with lust, had never felt more at home than in the arms of an infamous pirate captain. This would be his ruin.

He rolled his hips to meet Conall push for push. Conall pumped into him with verve, and Darin gasped for air, his heart thumping as his balls drew upward. Every muscle in his body strained as tension built. His cock was trapped between them, slick with their sweat and rubbing against the smooth skin of Conall’s torso. It wasn’t much friction, but at any moment, it would be too much for him to contain. Darin panted, fast and helpless as his body teetered on the edge of orgasm. He was close, so close. He would come untouched for the second time this night. For the second time in his life. Just one little push and he’d fall into the waves of bliss.

Darin sank his fingers into Conall’s mane, grabbing at the golden splendor. His grip must have carried the bite of pain because Conall growled, eyes flashing. His hands firmed their hold on Darin’s hips, and he delved in with a vengeance, once, twice, hitting the epicenter of Darin’s lust with rabid force. That did it.

Darin cried out as the tension in his body exploded into wild contractions. His hole convulsed around the thick rod fucking into him, and loud moans tumbled from his lips. The base of his cock contracted, shooting splash after splash of cum onto Conall’s chest. Damn, he looked good dirtied up. Darin convulsed, pumping out another streak, then Conall dove deep and went rigid. His eyes closed and his mouth slackened as he fired hot spurts into the depths of Darin’s hole. Grunting, he held onto Darin, his fingers digging hard enough to leave bruises. Darin didn’t mind. Seeing him lose it like this was everything.

Conall clenched his teeth, then roared, unloading the last of his cum. Their labored breathing filled the otherwise silent room. Darin collapsed onto Conall’s chest, taking a minute to catch his breath before pulling back.

Conall opened his eyes with a satisfied smile on his lips and let go of him. Darin climbed off, wincing at the loss when that glorious cock slipped out of him. If he played his cards right, there’d be a repeat. Possibly on the regular.

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