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“Wouldn’t do it any other way with you. Only with you. Never with anyone else.”
His fingers abruptly leave my hole, and then his cock is pushing in.
“Feel it, Michael. My cock taking you,” he snarls near my ear, holding my cheek against the wall. His hand has stilled on my dick, just squeezing at the base.
I gasp at the stinging intrusion. My eyes roll back into my head at the feel of him spearing me. So eager for more. Oh shit. I fucking need him.
“I’m shoving inch after inch inside you. How is it, babe?”
A weird choking sound is my reply. It gets mixed with Raph’s rumble when he bottoms out.
I can barely form thoughts anymore, let alone words.
I close my eyes, losing all sense of where I end and he begins. Full. So full. I can feel him throbbing inside me. I hear a tearing sound, and when I feel his mouth licking my shoulder, I realize he tore the back of my shirt. If I thought I couldn’t be hornier than this, I was mistaken. My body goes supernova. Raph grabs my hair and yanks me closer. I gasp in surprise as the sharp sting spreads across my scalp and rolls down my spine. I love the sensation of his hard bare chest against my back.
He then wraps his palm around my throat, not pressing hard enough to cut off my breathing, but enough to hold me in place while he begins pounding into me, filling me over and over. The obscene sounds of his balls slapping against my ass, and of my drenched hole being rut ruthlessly spark a rush of raw need over my skin. My toes curl, and beads of sweat form all over my body.
The slight deprivation of air is sending jolts of pleasure rocketing along my back. My ass is bouncing on his long dick, my head thrown back on his shoulder in ecstasy as I’m trying to match his violent thrusts. I wonder how rough he could get with me.
“More. Harder.” My words end with a groan as he runs a finger over my slit. He’s finally jerking me again. My aching cock deeply appreciates it.
“From now on, I’ll get inside you every chance I get. Your strangling hole will keep me warm and satisfied.” He grunts the desire-filled words on my cheek. And fuck, I want that.
I try to shift, but he pushes me even closer to him, placing my hands on the back of his hard thighs, silently telling me not to move them. I love his dominance when we fuck. Love to be taken, possessed, to feel this wanted. Thoughts of him consume me, and I hope he feels the same way about me.
“Bite my arm, babe,” he orders me, without stopping or slowing down his restless assault on my ass.
I hesitate for a half-second, but then turn my head and sink my teeth into his meaty bicep, unable to stop until I taste his sweet blood inside my mouth. The hand around my neck jerks and his pounding rhythm falters.
“Love to see your marks on me.” He’s staring at my teeth imprints with half-lidded eyes. “Want to see that bloody mouth sucking on my cock.”
I moan in compliance, his words encouraging me to stop thinking altogether and follow my most base instincts.
“So. Fucking. Perfect.” He punctuates each word with a violent thrust that has my legs trembling. My ass is contracting around him with every pump of his fist on my cock. My shoulders and neck are aching with tension.
I don’t want to miss a second of what he’s doing to me. “Raph,” I breathe his name. “I-I want to see you.”
Raph halts his hips immediately and makes me cry for how fast he pulls out and flips me with my back to the wall. His hands grip me under my thighs and lift me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around him. The next moment, he’s opening my ass cheeks wide and his cock plows right back in, making me scream in pleasure-pain. He doesn’t give me a second to accommodate and starts jackhammering my loose hole like his life depends on it. He’s so damn beautiful, all sweaty and drunk-looking. His lips are slightly parted, cheeks red, and his hair feels so soft between my fingers.
The feel of his hard body against mine is mind blowing, his belly rubbing my cock with each thrust. His sweat-soaked skin beneath my palms, the way his back muscles move and flex. He slides one hand into my hair again, pulling on my strands to slant our mouths together. His kiss is hungry, his tongue and teeth forcefully working my mouth. He’s driving into me, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming home, his thick cock dragging over my prostate with every incredible thrust.
He pulls his mouth back just an inch, our lips still touching. “Forgive me, Michael,” he suddenly chokes out.
“What?” It’s all I’m able to utter before moaning like a whore. God, it feels like his cock was made for fucking me. And having him bareback multiples my pleasure.
He pushes deep inside of me one more time and then stops all together. “Forgive me, babe. I need you to forgive me,” he says again. I can almost hear a hint of plea inside his voice. And when I lift my eyes to his, I can see exigency and determination.
He slides his cock all the way out, leaving only the head inside. Then he suddenly rams all of it back in. “Forgive. Me.” He fucks the words into me.
“Not fair,” I whimper. But it’s true I haven’t forgiven him yet. And in doing it, I’m making both of us miserable. Because I’m holding back. Even now that I have him filling me to the brim. We couldn’t be closer, but I’m keeping a part of me in check.
“I…” He slams into me again and a strangled cry leaves my lips instead of words.
“Say it. I need you with me, babe. Say it.”
“I forgive you,” I sob, letting myself go completely.
Taking a slow, shaky breath, he pushes his forehead to mine. “You are mine. Understood? Fucking mine. All of you.”
