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He swirls his tongue around my shaft again, bobbing his blond head along my length. My hard dick slides in and out of his swollen mouth, and I grunt, fisting a hand through his short hair.
“Take me deep. Let me feel your throat,” I growl, pushing my palm firmly on the wall.
He moans and slides me back in. He gags, spit gathering around his mouth. Such a fucking vision, under me on the bed. My big thighs on both sides of his head. Mouth stretched with cock. My dick is not huge, but thick, and sure as fuck above average. Relaxing, he lets me in again, and this time I slip down his throat. I let out a rumbling snarl. So warm and wet. So fucking good.
It doesn’t take much to have his nose pressed into my black pubes. Damn, this is the life, having my boyfriend begging me to fuck his face.
I start slow, letting him savor my cock. I know he loves to feel the weight on his tongue, the width burning the corners of his mouth, my precum dripping down his throat.
My hips keep a steady rhythm as I turn my head back, my gaze traveling downward. His abs flex as he humps the air, his red-tipped cock hard and ready to burst. I focus back on his full mouth. The sting of his nails digging into my thighs almost makes me come. I pull out, and he quickly nudges his nose under my balls, burying his face in my crotch and taking a deep breath.
His eyes are closed, and he makes some sort of choking noise as he grinds his nose in deeper.
“I could spend the rest of the night right here, bathing in your smell,” he mumbles, turning on the possessive caveman in me.
I tilt his head up, pressing my thumb under his chin. He’s watching me, his eyes hooded as he takes me in, looming over him. I’ve fucked every hole in his body on this bed multiple time in the last month, and still, I want more.
Every time I see his heavy-lidded blue eyes filled with need, his parted lips shining with spit and cum, I feel the primal need to show him once again who he belongs to. And how he owns every part of me.
I slide down and let our mouths come together, while a shiver rocks his body against mine. He’s always so eager for more. I decide to tease him a little and touch him everywhere. The rough scratch of his light stubble, the soft, almost white hair on his pecs, the long line of his neck and the smoothness of his pale shoulders. I glide a hand up over Michael’s flat stomach, his perfect bellybutton, and the short trail of hair beneath it. Then up to his pecs, over his chest hair again—love the feel of it—and stiff nipples, finally resting over his heart.
His hand cups my cheek. I grab it and kiss his palm, gently stroking his wrist where the tattoo of a red number one he got a week ago is now healing. Rami thought Michael was crazy for doing it, but my boyfriend replied that, since he still can’t remember almost anything from those years, he wanted to at least share this with his family. And whatever Michael wants, he gets. I make sure of it.
Like right now, as he’s begging me to fill him with his writhing body and heavy breaths. I know how to read him easily.
My tongue leaves a wet path as I move down the bed. When I reach his cock, I skip over it, smirking devilishly at his whine. I spread his legs wide, pushing his feet flat on the sheets and parting his asscheeks. Then, I go to work.
My tongue and lips lap and suck the puckered hole over and over, and the cries leaving his mouth only encourage me to double my efforts. After a minute, my balls are throbbing. My hips keep rolling against the mattress and my tongue is aching to go deeper. He contracts around the tip of my tongue, and I push it further inside, licking another circle around his rim and up to his taint before going back down and pressing into his hole again. I keep going until he’s sobbing my name and can’t do anything but take it.
“Your hole is begging to be fucked raw,” I breathe on his gaping entrance.
His ‘yes’ sounds like music to my ears.
MICHAEL
Not giving me a moment to prepare, the caveman wrenches my buttcheeks apart and punches his way into me with a forceful jab of his tongue. I cry and wiggle as he devours me. Can’t stop from fucking myself on his tongue like the needy slut he knows I am around him. Holding my ass open with a bruising grip, he ghosts his thumb along the seam of my balls—the combination of pain and comfort is the torture I’ve realized I crave.
I still love the sight and taste of blood—his blood—but the pleasure-pain, the edging is a new kink we both enjoy deeply. Two of his fingers suddenly spear my mouth and I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard on them, twirling my tongue, making them extra wet.
He pulls his slick fingers out of my mouth just to slam them roughly all the way inside my ass. The burn is so good. It doesn’t hurt when he starts fucking me with them, but he adds more spit to smooth his thrusts. When he suddenly sucks on my balls, a spurt of precum pools on my belly. And when he bites hard on my inner thigh, I see fucking stars under my eyelids.
He pushes another finger in and starts scissoring them inside my well-used hole.
“Ready to be fucked in the ass, babe?”
I love how filthy he is. Even more to be pinned down on the bed and used for his pleasure. But today, I want to ride him.
He quickly turns on his back and drags me on top of him. Raph is a controlling fucker, but always gives me what I need. I push and sit on his lap. Lifting my ass higher, I slick his beautifully hard cock with saliva and position it at my back entrance. Slowly, my hips push down, and a long moan escapes me. The sheer relief to be filled again makes my knees weak.
It’s like my insides are now shaped like his dick at how easily it fits. When he finally bottoms out, we let out a collective sigh.A veryshort one. Because I can’t stay still a second longer. I start sliding down his cock like a fireman’s pole. Raph’s hands are clutching my hips, his eyes wild as I sink down. I love that I can throw my very controlled man over the edge; that I can drive him fucking animalistic in a very short time.
“Love your dick,” I pant. One hand is planted on Raph’s chest, the other holding his right thigh. “Love riding you like this. Taking you so deep inside.” I can be dirty too when I want.
“Say it,” Raph grits out in a commanding tone.
“I love you,” I cry out, without stopping the frantic tempo of my hips. So good. So, so good.
“Mine!” Raph growls, his bruising fingers sinking into my waist.
