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I don’t slow down. I fuck him harder, chasing my own pleasure. The bed shakes under us. Elias’s moans fill the tiny room.

After a long time, I feel it building, so I start fucking his throat properly with short, deep thrusts that make him take every inch. Elias’s eyes water, but he doesn’t try to pull away, staying open for it, throat working around me like he wants it, and I hold the back of his head and keep going until I come hard, pulsing straight down his throat. I stay buried there through every thick spurt, feeling him swallow around me, and when I finally pull back, he sucks in a sharp, desperate breath, his chest heaving as he tries to catch up on air. I give him a couple of seconds — just enough — then push my softening cock back into his mouth and down his throat again, holding him there a little longer so he can feel the weight of it while he struggles for air.

I pull out of his mouth and haul him up by the arm before sitting back myself, spreading my knees.

“Come here, and sit on my cock.”

I guide him down, easing him back until he’s fully seated, and stretched open between my thighs.

“Place your hands on your thighs, and don’t fucking move them.”

He keeps them flat, obediently. I bring two fingers up to his lips.

“Open.”

He hesitates, but I shove them in quickly, pushing past his tongue straight toward the back of his throat. He gags hard around them.

“There we go,” I say, rolling my hips up into him at the same time my fingers press deeper. “You look like a proper throat slut now.”

I work him from both ends, giving deep thrusts into his hole while my fingers fuck his throat. His whole body seizes between the two, his throat spasming, while his ass clenches around me at the same time.

“You’re such a fucking pretty mess,” I murmur against his ear. “You can’t even keep still around my fingers without gagging and drooling all over yourself. And yet this greedy little hole is still sucking me in like it can’t get enough.”

His hands twitch. One starts to lift toward my wrist.

I catch it before it moves an inch.

“What the fuck did I just say?”

He freezes. I bring my palm down hard against his inner thigh. Clapppp.

“That’s for moving. Keep those pretty hands down, or I make it worse.”

He whimpers around my fingers, nodding as best he can.

“You’re such a good boy.” I pick up the pace, fucking into him harder, my fingers matching the rhythm deep in his throat until he’s gagging steadily, spit running down my knuckles and onto his chest.

“You take this so well for someone who keeps acting like they don’t want it. Such a good little liar. Your mouth says one thing and your lower mouth says the truth.”

When his hands twitch again, I smack him harder and shove my fingers deeper as punishment, holding them there until his eyes go wet and his throat works helplessly around nothing but me.

“Stay still,” I tell him, voice low and mean. “Or I keep them buried longer next time. And we both know part of you would fucking love that.”

We stay there for a while, and then I pull out my fingers and pull him reluctantly off my dick.

I collapse beside him on the narrow bed and pull him into my arms. Both of us breathe hard. Elias trembles against me, his body covered in sweat and cum.

“That was really intense,” he says quietly. “You didn’t go gentle at all.”

I kiss his forehead. “You took it so well. Next time will feel even better for you.”

I hold him close in the cramped room. Three weeks ago he only let me use my hands. Now he lets me fuck him hard and come on his face. Each time he gives me more, I keep taking it.

I smile to myself as I listen to his breathing slow down. He’s becoming mine, one hard fuck at a time.

Chapter 5

Elias