Page 300 of Sticks and Stones
The man was non-stop humping the air, begging for some place to put his cock.
And Gene had a place in mind.
Sharing was caring.
So, he straddled his mate’s lap, and slid down Ethan’s perpetually hard dick, filling his own ass.
Gene moaned.
It was incredible.
The whole time, he used Ethan’s body, enjoying how he felt trapped and his. He used his dick for what seemed like hours.
The whole time, Ethan begged.
And came.
And came.
AndCAME!
Still, Gene couldn’t stop. He was out of control, and he wasn’t thinking about Ethan’s needs, but instead, his own. He filled his desires, and kept taking.
When his lover came in his ass, Ethan stayed hard, so Gene kept riding him.
BRUTALLY.
From his position below him, Ethan was watching him, his pupils were blown out, and his body still needed more.
“Set me free,” he begged. “I need to fuck you!”
That made Gene shake.
Oh, he wanted that.
And more.
Well, drugged up Gene never wanted this to end, and he was willing to do whatever it took.
When Gene finally released him, Ethan didn’t try to fuck him. Instead, he crawled over his lap, wiggling his ass to entice him.
And Gene gave him what he wanted.
He spanked him, making the man cum from rubbing against his lap as his ass was punished. He marked his cheeks, and enjoyed it the entire time.
“Please fuck me,” Ethan whispered. “Never stop fucking me!”
Well, ask and he would receive.
Gene rolled, and he pinned Ethan facedown as he invaded his ass again, riding him hard into the bed.
There were shouts of pleasure.
Pain.
Begging.
And Gene didn’t care.
