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I’m using him, and although I know this is wrong, that I should think about him as well, I can’t stop. I need this. Him like this. Yielding to me completely.
He opens his mouth wider and relaxes even more and just takes it. Every single hard thrust, moaning in bliss, gazing up at me, lusty eyes half-lidded.
“Fuck yes, just like that. Suck harder,” I demand, rolling my hips to meet the next bob of his head. Damn, I want to fuck and wreck his mouth until the end of me, fill it with cum until his stomach turns round. Have my cock inside of him for so long that he never feels empty ever again.
His lips are swollen as I keep ramming my dick down his strangling throat. I let go of his hair and lay my bloody hand across his neck, squeezing. My blood is among his locks, and now on his skin too. It turns me the fuck on.
“I can feel my cock moving in you,” I gasp, and squeeze harder, looking at the tears rolling down his cheeks. Jesus Christ, he’s a fucking vision.
My stomach clenches, and my eyes roll back as pleasure rushes through me. My nails dig into the side of his neck as my cock keeps jerking, spurting cum inside my beautiful Lori.
When I pull out, my dick is still hard and bursting with want. His lips are shiny with my jizz. The urge to lean down and suck that soft dip, abuse it more, taste myself in his mouth, hits likea wrecking ball. But I have other plans as I feel the prickling resurface slightly.
“Don’t swallow, spit it on my cock.” Lori looks at me wide-eyed, but does as I say.
“Up,” I order. Then I pull off his shirt and roughly bend him over the back of a chair. I slide my hands down to his thighs and wrench him open, spreading his legs obscenely wide to display his gorgeous ass and red pucker.
I spit on his hole and rub my cock over it, transferring some of my cum to make it slick. It looks swollen, tender from the earlier finger-fucking Bez gave him. Beautifully ready for a pounding.
The head of my cock notches against his soft hole, sending a wave of pure desperate need through me. I lay one hand on Lori’s ass cheek, pulling him open with my thumb, adding to the stretch as my thick tip eases in. The tightness inside is enough to make my cock jerk, spilling pre-cum, painting his clenching walls.
I pull back, the slide of my heavy cock leaving him feels wrong because it belongs inside Lori. All the fucking way inside his wet hole. I let out a growly curse, and without a warning, I fill him up in one hard, brutal thrust, forcing his body to arch toward the ceiling. He throws his head back with a long, sexy, filthy moan.
The aching burning inside me disappears replaced by unmeasurable pleasure.
Give in,Bez tells me.
Yes.
That’s my last coherent thought as I start nailing him without mercy. It’s as I let go of the last of my ability to hold myself back. I feel him gasp for air as he melts under my fast battering.
“Gabe. Love your cock. Fuck me open.”
So dirty. So freeing. I pound him into jelly, cock surging so deep into him with every snap of my hips that he can’t do anything but take it.
Spank his ass. Show him who he belongs to, Bez groans.
My hand falls down hard as my dick keeps piercing his shiny pucker ruthlessly.
My balls ache, full and ready to burst. He’s clenching rhythmically around me, and I hear the wet sound of his hand working over his cock just before his orgasm rolls over him all at once. His inner muscles tighten around me, and he screams my name.
He’s still sobbing as my climax hits a few seconds later. I let out a deep, animalistic sound that echoes in the room and vibrates through my chest. My balls constrict as the heat in my stomach explodes and spreads through my chest and limbs. Everywhere. I thrust deeper, burying myself inside him, enjoying his whimpers. My whole body trembles, heart races.
Little shivers flicker through him as I pull out. He’s wet and stretched, ass cheeks red, body slumped on the chair. I did that to him. My cum starts rolling down his legs, and it’s a masterpiece. If I knew where my phone was, I’d take a picture.
I take off my wet jeans and shoes and haul a limp Lori into my arms, bridal style. I walk to my bedroom and sit on my bed. Back against the headboard. Lori warm and pliant on my lap.
“You need more?” he mumbles against my shoulder. The level of empathy in his voice has a knot forming in my throat.
“Not now. But I need you near me, Lori.” I’ve been naked with numerous lovers, but I never felt this bare. This exposed.
He lifts his head to look me in the eyes. His gaze is searching. When he opens his mouth, though, he doesn’t ask me what I expected. “Is Bez okay?”
“I am, Little Wasp.” He smiles hearing Bez’s statement.
“What happened, Gabe?”
I take a big breath and squeeze my eyes. “I like control. I need it. The thing is that I need to vent somehow, and killing donors is my way. When I let too much time pass, I start feeling uneasy. My skin itches, aches, I feel off, unstable. Until you came.”
