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Jack went agonizingly slow, making careful thrusts that grew increasingly deeper as he opened George up. Fuck, this was unlike anything he’d had before. Jack’s cockhead brushed against his prostate, and George moaned, his flagging cock perking up at the promise of paradise and heavenly angels later.
“Damn, cupcake, your ass is so tight around my cock… My own little cock slut, taking all eight inches of me.”
“Plus a little bonus,” George managed between clenched teeth. “And that bonus had better be good.”
Jack’s laugh sent electric jolts through George’s body. “That bonus is what’s gonna make you kiss the stars.”
Whereas with others, he might’ve thought they were joking, George had no doubt Jack meant it. And he would. No man that sexy and hot and fucking self-confident wouldn’t know how to use the precious gift the good lord had bestowed on him. All eight inches of it. Totally worth the breathing exercises he’d learned in yoga that helped him relax while those eight inches were being pushed inside him, one glorious inch at a time, until finally, Jack bottomed out.
But no, the man had to make that little corkscrew move at the end to make sure he really hit George’s tonsils. Not that he was complaining. The sensation of Jack’s pubic hair scratching against his skin was erotic all in itself. The man didn’t manscape down there, and fuck, it was sexy. Everything about him was hot from his dark hair, which curled in his neck, the soft fur on his chest to those arms that were like steel bars around him.
Jack’s hand circled his neck, forcing him down, and he went willingly, pushing his ass up and backward. “Your ass is the stuff of dreams, cupcake. Really hot, erotic dreams.”
George opened his mouth to reply, but then Jack started moving, and he lost his train of thought. The man still went slow, which proved he was well aware of his size and that going fast wouldn’t bring pleasure. No, he did it perfectly, pulling every inch out until he almost popped out, then sliding it back in, finishing with the little screw at the end.
George’s ass relaxed around the invasion, and the first tingles of pleasure traveled from his ass through his body, even as hot puffs of breath were forced from his lungs. The pressure was incredible. So full, pushing against spots he’d never known he had. It made staying still almost impossible, his body buzzing with the need to move, to get rid of that restless energy. He needed… He needed more.
He warred with himself, knowing his body needed Jack to go slow so he could adjust while at the same time wanting more. If Jack’s restrained pace already felt so good, what would it be like when he let loose? George had always loved rough sex. A good hard fuck with a bit of humiliation thrown in was his jam, and Jack seemed to have his number on both accounts.
Jack moved fluidly, that big, strong body much more graceful than George would’ve expected from someone his size. Heat pooled in his belly, radiating outward till it hit his toes and fingertips. Paradise was right around the corner. All he needed to do was relax and let him in.
And so he focused on his ass, brought all his attention and concentration to that one point, and willed himself to let go of the tension. Ah, yes, like that. A few thrusts more and all the stinging was gone, replaced by fiery tendrils of pleasure.
“You good?” Jack asked, his voice all husky.
“Mmm, yes. Have at it.”
“That an invitation?”
What was he waiting for, an official RSVP? George pushed his ass back. “Dude, just fuck me already.”
Jack pulled out, faster this time, and the way Jack’s fingers dug into his hips was a foreshadowing of what was to come. George braced himself, and Jack slammed into him, forcing the air right out of his lungs. Jack’s right hand came down between his shoulder blades, forcing him down, and then he rammed into him again. Jesus, had the guy grown a few inches in the last few minutes? Every thrust had his ass explode in a mix of stinging discomfort and the best feeling of being full of cock ever.
Jack wasn’t going slow and easy anymore. Nope, he went to town on George’s ass, fucking him ferociously, with those slapping sounds that were the hottest thing ever in porn. How about that? They were even hotter in real life.
Jack fisted his hair, pulling his head back with a force that sent a wave of pain through him yet made his cock jerk with arousal. He white-knuckled the table, desperate to hold on to something while his body was about to lose the connection with reality. It ached and sang, it hurt and buzzed and hummed, and with every thrust, he rose higher.
George had never been fucked like this. Ever. He welcomed every slam, every shove, pushing his ass back and taking him in greedily. His body shook with the power of Jack’s moves, his ass clenching around Jack’s cock whenever he was inside him, as if it wanted to keep him there. He did. Every time Jack pulled out, George wanted to whine, to beg to fill him again.
He let it happen, his body going pliant under Jack’s hands, like he was a fucktoy for him to use. And maybe he was, and he was more than okay with that. His own cock was definitely on board, bobbing against his stomach, all wet and ready. He could probably bring himself off within seconds, but he didn’t want to. Fuck no. He wanted this to last. He wanted to have years’ worth of memories from this hookup because something told him this would be hella hard to top.
But when Jack sped up again, hammering him mercilessly, George lost the battle to keep his hands off his cock. He sneaked his hand between his legs. One tug, then another one, and then the force of his release made him freeze and jerk, his cock spurting out its load all over the table. His eyes were open, but he didn’t see anything but endless white, his mind going blissfully blank for a moment. Seconds later, Jack slammed into him one more time and came with a roar that rattled George’s body.
He barely registered Jack pulling out, holding on to George with one hand as if he wasn’t entirely sure he was steady. He wasn’t, the room bobbing and waving as the last bit of energy left his body.
“‘M really tired,” he slurred. “Wanna go home.”
Jack chuckled. “You won’t even make it down the stairs, cupcake. You’ll spend the night with me.”
“‘Kay.”
“Come on.” Jack was gentle as he helped him off the table, but when George’s knees buckled, he shook his head and simply picked him up and carried him down the hall into a dark bedroom. The second his head hit the pillow, George was asleep, waking up half when Jack cleaned him up, then sinking right under again. Best night ever.
6
When George woke up, he did so with a smile. His ass stung, which could only mean one thing: he’d been dicked good. What an excellent start to the week. That should tide him over till next weekend.
But then he stilled. The bed he lay in was far softer than his own, with a mattress that felt like it hugged him. And it wasn’t the only thing enveloping him either. Heavy arms had him trapped with his back against a furry chest, and thick morning wood was nestled against his ass. Jack.
