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“You want to see me all red and sweaty?”
He throws his hips back to meet mine, and I dig my nails into him harder.
“Novak.”
My pace stutters to a halt. He never uses my last name. Not the way I use his. It’s an attention grabber. A show of dominance that it’s still me who obeys him even when I’m balls deep in his ass.
I use his body as leverage to pull out of him, and he has no problems rolling so his whole, sexy ass son self is on display.
Corvin’s body is muscled but also stocky. You can’t see every ridge on his abs or bulges on his arms, but he’s thick and built. The sweat sliding down his deep brown skin has me wanting to lean down and lick it off.
His cock stands proudly between his legs, hiked up and spread wide by his hands.
Which means his poor dick is sorely neglected.
“Don’t keep me waiting,” he says with a sly grin, and though I know I’m going to get flack and likely an extra good spanking out of it, I line up and spear into him with a single snap of my hips.
“I can give it with the best.” It’s my turn to grin, wrapping my hands around his cock to act as my anchor.
Each time I fuck into him I jack his cock in time. One full stroke for every firm thrust inside.
I always kind of thought Corvin would be the silent grunting type given that bottoming isn’t his preference. But he’s completely open and honest with his pleasure: moaning out loud, deep, resonating sounds, growling when I hit somewhere particularly good, and his dirty talk never lets up.
“Fuck yeah. Harder. Such a good fucking boy.”
If I could come from fucking him like this, I’d be rearing to explode. His cock is hard, angry, and leaking enough to lube my hand; I almost wish I were flexible enough to lean down and take it in my mouth.
“Shiloh.”
I snap my eyes up to his and see a deep fire reflecting through the arousal.
“You’re more of a man than those cowards will ever be.”
Every euphoric feeling I’ve ever felt pales in comparison to watching Corvin take my dick and swearing by the way I fuck him.
The cherry on top is the way he swells in my grasp, how his neck strains, and the filthy rotten roar that breaks out as his cock erupts.
And I mean erupts with thick, white streaks landing across his abdomen. My brain short circuits, my hips flex to bury the dildo as deep inside as possible, and I close my eyes as the pleasure overtakes us both.
I’m out of my mind on adrenaline. Absolutely through the roof on a hit of dopamine.
I splay my body over his—cum turning sticky and tacky between us—and taste those full, demanding lips. The ones with the little splotch of cum just below them. I pull back to swipe my tongue across his chin and feed the salty release between us.
Strong arms wrap around my body, urging me deep inside and seating me firmly as our mouths dance to the hurricane of emotions erupting within me.
Corvin’s large, soft cock presses to my stomach, illuminating the reality that I just fucked him. He came from my hand and my dick, and now he’s holding me hostage as the euphoria settles.
It isn’t long before the tingling starts. Before the skin-on-skin feels like lying on a bed of nails. Before my mind reminds me that I’m still covered in handprints and bodily fluids of men whose names I don’t know.
There’s no panic as I pull away, as I ditch the dildo and harness and scrub myself down with a dirty shirt on the floor. No panic. Just a growing heaviness.
A warm hand falls on my waist, and I shrug it away, going for a pair of underwear and a t-shirt out of the closet. I get them shrugged on when the same hand brushes the hair from my face and grips the back of my head.
“Hey.” Corvin’s voice is soft. Softer than I’ve ever heard him speak. “I was thinking we could shower. Watch some horror games together?”
When I shake my head, his fingers scratch over my scalp. “No to the horror games; got it. I insist on the shower, though.”
The energy I should have is somewhere in a dingy trailer bedroom, stomped into the musty carpet.
