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“Not even a little sore, huh?” He slapped my ass good, a loud, nasty smack I could see like a sunburst in my head, and I groaned.
“Not even a little,” I lied, rubbing into the sheets, and he smacked me again on the other side, matching sunbursts, bringing so much goddamn spanking right up to the surface again it made my face hot to think about.
“And what about this?” he asked me, dragging his thumb down my crack, pulling my cheeks apart and teasing my hole, massaging and stroking and making me so horny I was gagging on it. “You sore here?”
I’d kind of thought I might be, the way he’d fucked me yesterday, slamming steady, my first time taking dick not anything super gentle. But I felt fine, felt good, felt ready to go again, the only ache the one from not having him inside me already.
“No. All good.”
I’d just be pretending my voice didn’t crack saying that, thanks.
“I think… maybe you’d better let me take a look,” he told me. “Just to be sure. Just to make sure this sweet little hole can handle being fucked hard again.” He said his filth so smooth and so sweet my whole body jerked, and he tapped the inside of my thigh. “Spread your legs.”
I did it almost before he asked— not that it was really a question. Both his hands gripped my ass, thumbs right over my hole, and he spread me wide, leaving me exposed like that until I couldn’t help but clench and whimper, and then going right in with his tongue. Licking soft and slow, and fuck, his mouth just felt so good back there, and I spread my legs wider, squirming under all the warm, wet attention.
“That doesn’t hurt, does it?” he asked me, taking his mouth away just long enough to tease me and I groaned.
“Fuck you, Beast.”
He just laughed and went back to the slow, thorough ass eating that was probably how I was going to die, working his tongue in just a little at a time, then adding his thumbs and spreading me wider, making me so goddamn sensitive somehow when he teased his tongue around in a circle, just dipping in and pulling back, flicking at the edge again.
“Not sore? You sure?” he asked, pressing a little with his fingertip and I shook my head into the pillow and shoved back a little, asking for more, deeper, harder, and god what had I ever had against bottoming, what a fucking idiot. “Maybe I should just…”
“Maybe you should just quit screwing around and stick your fat dick in me, Beast,” I growled, and he laughed out loud.
“Jesus, the mouth on you. I fucking love it. You know that?” He kissed his way up my ass to the small of my back. “Know how much I love that filthy mouth of yours? Know how much I love every fucking bit of you?”
His voice was soft and quiet, almost like he was talking to himself, but I heard it like he was whispering right in my ear, sayinglove, love, lovelike it was no big deal. It wasn’t. As long as he kept it to my mouth. My ass. As long asevery fucking bit of youmeant the outside stuff, then yeah, sure, I was cool with it. I loved every fucking bit of him too.
When his finger came back cool and slick across me, catching me by surprise with lube that appeared out of fucking nowhere, I gasped and groaned all at once, jerking and humping the mattress as he slathered me up, made me so fucking juicy. He really liked overdoing it, and it felt like a joke almost, like a private littlefuck you, I’ll take you as wet and sloppy as I wantand I whimpered.
“Still like being my little bottom boy, hmm?” He pushed his fingertip in slow and then deeper, short thrusts and then longer until my head was spinning. “Feel okay, baby?”
“Fuck yeah.” I rocked back against him, and he spread my ass with his other hand, adding another finger and fucking me with slow, steady pulses, working and stretching and I was such a slut for it, riding hard, not caring how desperate I looked. What hadn’t he seen of me at this point? How was this more embarrassing than me losing it over new socks?
“Look at you, such a good boy,” he murmured, and I whined for him, hungry and ready. “You want my dick, baby? Gonna take it all like a good boy?”
“Fuck yeah,” I said again, and that was about all I felt like saying.
“Stay,” he told me, and I was starting to get a real hard on for that word, although I did look back over my shoulder to watch him strip down and suit up, spreading my legs and pumping up a little more because Jesus.
I guess I did love every fucking bit of him, those thighs and those shoulders, and that fat fucking dick. I sucked on my lip, staring at him, and he caught me looking and stroked himself, more lube all over his shaft until he was fucking glistening.
“Don’t worry,” he said, narrowing his eyes and smirking a little. “I’ll be gentle. I know you’re still new at this.”
I made a nose that was part fuck you and part begging, and I pushed up on my knees a little, spreading wider, offering up my hole. “Give it to me hard. Every inch. Fucking drill me, bitch.”
He laughed and came back to bed, shoving me down and climbing on top of me, stroking my hole with his cock until I screamed a whine out through my teeth, and he finally pressed his way inside.
Yesterday was good. Better than good. That slippery, mindblowing, first-time shit, all tragic and emotional in my tiny bed. But The Beast going full jockey on my ass, thrusting hard and fast the way I usually did, I thought I might actually black out.
He flattened on top of me, sticking to my back and biting at my neck. Grabbed my wrists and held me, slowing down to let me catch my breath, and then sitting back up again, smacking my ass while he plowed me. He put my stamina to shame, fucking until I legit, no joke, saw stars.
All those over the top fake orgasm faces guys in porn made, yeah, I was definitely making those, over and over, and making such loud, filthy noises I had to shove my face in his pillow because I was afraid one of his neighbors would call the fucking cops. I thought I was going to come a dozen times before it actually came thundering through me and I unloaded all over his fucking sheets, groaning, grabbing at air with my lungs and my hands, nothing left of me at all, just taking and taking and taking the last of his thrusts before he finally dropped down on top of me, breathing hard against my neck.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered.
“Mmm.” It was supposed to beyeah, but that was as close as I could get because I was fucking dead.
