Page 49 of Pragma
I give his ass a hard slap. “Fucking behave!”
He cries out, as I watch in fascination as the pale skin turns pink with a perfect impression of my hand. I stroke the length of my dick on his crack while brushing the tips of my fingers over the abused skin. “Beautiful,” I growl with satisfaction, smoothing my hand over his butt.
But everything about Aki is simply breathtaking. How is he so imperfectly perfect?
“Yes. And my beautifully gaping ass needs to be fucked.” He tries rocking his hips again. “Your long, hard, thick cock…I can feelthose beads rubbing against my hole. Why do you keep stalling? It enrages me!” He pulls against the restraints around his wrists for the first time. He must be really annoyed. But I want more.
I press my thick cockhead against his opening, but at the last second, I let it slide up.
“River,” he finally begs. “I need your cock in me. Pound the hell out of me. Force yourself in there if you have to.”
I feel something powerful ripple through me as I drag my fingernails up the undersides of his thighs and spread them further. I open his gushing ass wide, taking hold of that jiggling flesh, and push. I let out the breath I was unintentionally holding. He’s still so fucking tight. I almost black out when I pop into the heaven of his wet ass, the pressure enough to make me come from that alone.
“Yesss!” Aki screams, pushing against my cock, desperately trying to suck more inches in. Pleasure is dominating my mind—and pain. It feels like his hole wants to bite me off.
“Relax. Let me do it.” I drop over him, propping up on my elbows; the change of position drives my length a little deeper.
“Then do it!” he whimpers, biting my forearm before licking the cut he gave me earlier.
Fuck! All I want to do is nail him into the bench while fisting his hair and roaring all sorts of filthy things into his ear as I dump a load inside him. I intrinsically know Aki would love it rough and hard, but he needs to loosen up first.
God, I’m only halfway in, and like last time, it feels so damn good.
“Just like that. Let that hungry hole swallow me up.” I keep pumping half my cock inside him, and little by little, he’s yielding under me.
I push myself up again, wanting to see. “Your asshole looks so good wrapped around my dick, I wish you could see it.”
“Take a pic next time, then. It fucking hurts going so slow. Just push all the way in and fuck it, River! Sir!”
Maybe gravity could help, his body will be forced to welcome my dick. I untie his wrists, lift him up from the bench until his back touches my front, and then without pulling out, I hook my arms under his knees and stand.
“Ahhh!” His hands grab at my nape, and I feel his nails sinking into my skin as my cock is swallowed whole up inside the tightest, wettest heat I’ve ever broken into. Ecstasy ripples through me. Cum shoots out, and I groan against his neck, sucking hard as I nuzzle it. My balls twitch against his ass as they breed him deep. God, I don’t want to remove my dick from his body ever again.
“River, let me down,” Aki suddenly orders me. The fuck, I will. I just got my whole cock inside him. This is going to be a long night.
“Stop ignoring me. I’m heavy, and I have feet, and they have to touch the ground now.”
Heavy? I let out a snort.
“I would never ignore you. Not when you are impaled on my cock. Why did you say such a thing?” I grind against him, pushing his knees wider, stretching him, going deeper.
His gasp is followed by a long moan.
“I don’t want to be apart from you,” I confess, lifting him up and then dropping him down on my still hard dick. I can’t stifle the blissful grunt rising inside my throat.
“Fuck! So good. Then take me to the…table,” he breaths out, rocking his hips forward, turning my body ablaze.
I start walking. “Jesus! You are…fucking me…with…every step,” he is barely able to say between gasps.
My whole body is submerged in pleasure as I keep moving until I reach, not the table, but the window. The reflection of us in the glass is so erotic, I feel more cum spurting out. I keep nutting inside him while my cock remains hard. I don’t know what is happening to me, but fuck, I hope my body will keep at it.
“Mm. I can feel those damn beads inside of me.” He lowers a hand to his flat belly and pushes like he’s trying to see if he can feel my length.
Damn, he makes my brain relocate to my groin. I’m not moving. I’m letting him get used to me, swaying his hips and wiggling his waist. It’s fucking torture.
“You’re so wet for me.” I groan.
“It’s your cum, sir.” His breathy words make me growl with lust. His desire-clouded eyes are on the window, staring at his naked body on display, balanced in my arms, legs spread wide and hole speared on my dick. Those tattoos make him look dangerous and hot.
