“Obviously.”
“Asshole,” I hiss, then squeal when he squeezes my nuts and pegs my prostate real good.
“What was that?” he asks me. “I couldn’t hear you over the sound of you whining for it like the precious cumslut that you are.”
“Fuck yo–ugh!” He does it to me again, and I bite the bedding and groan, miserably turned-on and terribly into this. This is so fucking weird, but so fucking hot.
“Give me three!” I demand, desperation making me sweat. “Please, please, I’ll be good, shit, goddamn,please–”
He gives me a third one, along with another generous application of lube. It’s dripping down my balls at this point, I feel a bead of it making its way slowly down my taint, downthe length of my cock. He chuckles in that breathy way of his when I make a sound that’s a horrible cross between an annoyed growl and a delighted moan. He knows where to touch me, so he keeps me distracted and fucked-up until I’m quivering, my fingers digging into my asscheeks to re-awaken that just-spanked feeling, trying to keep my head in the present moment. Trying to keep this momentum, this breathless whirlwind, so I don’t lose my erection and ruin everything and–
Shit, focus!
I gasp when Young-gi pulls his fingers out all at once, and flips me over onto my stomach. I look down the length of my body at him, panting for air, and realize I’m only half hard now. Shit.
“S-sorry,” I start, only to swallow my words when he grabs my ankles and folds me in half again, swatting at my stinging backside.
“You. Don’t. Say. Sorry. For. This,” he reminds me, each word a sharp spank until I’m groaning just the absolute sluttiest groan you could possibly imagine, but even sluttier than that. My dick is rock hard again. Shit, I’m such a fucking mess, but I think Young-gi has me all figured out. Thank god someone does, because I sure don’t.
I’m still blissing when he notches his cock at my ass, and I moan enthusiastically, spreading my legs for him. He leans over me, one of my knees hooked over his elbow, his other hand pressed into the bed beside my face. I turn my head and kiss his wrist, then lick it, while he pushes inside me.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his head hanging on his shoulders as he goes deeper. I hum in appreciation, pleased and smug. He feels divine inside me. I knew he would.
“You like it, Daddy?” I ask teasingly. His eyes flash up to me, narrowed and burning with dark fire.
He snaps his hips against me, and I gasp at the deep pleasure, the stretch and burn, and the smack of his skin against my stinging, sensitized ass. I’ve been spanked to hell and back, and I’m feeling it, holy shit. He gives it to me good, but I already know–I already know–
“I’m–” I cut off my apology because as much as I love getting reminders from him, I don’t want him pulling his dick out of me. I want it to stay inside. So I wrap my legs around him like a trap snapping shut, so he can’t pull out. “I’m not hard, I can’t cum, I-I like it, don’t stop, please, I just can’t–Daddy, please, I’m–I’m not–”
“Shhhh,” he stills inside me, grinding deep. My eyes roll back and he takes advantage of the blissed-out weakness of my muscles to unlock my legs and pull out. I groan, annoyed, but I’m also intrigued because I know him, and I know that if he wants me to cum, he’ll make it happen one way or the other.
He flips me over again, and I expect some spankings, but instead he yanks me up onto my knees, upright until I’m leaning back against his chest. With careful movements he sinks his cock back into me while biting on my shoulder, like he’s keeping me still with his teeth. My dick jumps and I lean into it, all about it.
“Primal play is the shit,” I pant. “Let’s do that sometime, Daddy.”
He runs his tongue over the stinging bite mark. “Okay, sweet boy. But for now, remember this?”
When he wraps his hand around my throat, the other around my half-hard dick, I nod and moan and shift my hips, trying to fuck myself back on his cock and into his grip. “Yeah, shit– yeah, choke me. Make me feel high. I need it, please, I need it!”
He tightens his hold on me, sinks his teeth back into my shoulder and presses down on the veins of my neck. All at once, I feel tingly, floaty; I’m spinning, I’m free-falling, I’m breathless.
“God,yes!” I let myself relax into this, into this moment.
“There you go,” Young-gi growls against my skin, biting marks all over my shoulder. “It’s okay to like it. It’s okay to feel good.”
Before I can answer, he switches his grip and cuts off my airway instead. “Elbow me if you need to safe word,” he says, before starting to piston his hips into me like he’ll die if he doesn’t fuck the life out of me.
I can’t shout or moan; all the noise is stuck inside me with my air. My eyes roll back, my dick is so hard and achy that it’s radiating pleasure through my entire body. His cock hitting my spot is gonna make me pass the fuck out. I think I’m having a stroke. Oh god, oh fuck, this is, this is so good–
I would do anything for this.
Sound muffles, my ears ring. I can hear his growly breathing, my own heartbeat, but not much else. But god, I canfeelso muchmore.
My vision dims and I smile.
Before I can fully lose consciousness, he changes his grip again, giving me back my air but restricting my blood flow. I gasp for air, shuddering, sound and sight returning all at once.
“Shit!” is the first word I can manage, followed by some unintelligible moans and cries. The slaps of his cock fucking into me are so loud, and he’s going so rough and hard that it’s like he’s spanking me all over again. I’m in heaven, I’m overwhelmed.
