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When Noah stopped, the dildo was taken out of my ass, the rope from my lips, and he was over me, taking his cock from his pants. “Gonna fuck you now, boy. Lay still for me. It’s my turn.”
Moving back, I heard him tearing the wrapper for the condom, and it wasn’t a few squirts of the lube later, and he was pushing inside me, not gently, either. He shoved his cock into me, extracting a silent gasp from me, then he started riding.
That dick of his filled me so much better than the fake thing he’d fucked into me. The heaviness of it struck me first, as I felt every inch entering me, the skin of it, the veins, the beautiful big head. All of it fit inside me like we were made to fuck each other.
His hands gripping my hips as he plowed into me, his subtle grunts, the commanding force of it. I was lost in that bed, unmoving, and yet I felt my entire body being used.
My hands behind my back were in fists, and I bit at my lips to keep from crying out when how fucking good it felt. The man could fuck like nobody else that had ever fucked me, and suddenly I knew I’d be begging for that perfect, big, thick cock of his every day for the rest of my life. I could live in bed with him, just feeling that cock inside me.
A steady hum came from me I didn’t realize I was making until stopped his heavy thrusts and slow, leaning over my bound hands, grabbing my hair and yanking back my head. “Are you making sounds?”
I opened my mouth to say something, and I have no idea what that something was going to be, and he shoved four fingers into my mouth, pushing them until I gagged. “Fucking told you to be quiet. Filthy slut, what part of be quiet didn’t you understand?”
His hips moved shallowly, and his voice bit through my senses. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“Sorry piece of ass, liking that cock too much. You like my cock in you, boy?”
“Yes! I love it!”
“Because you’re a little whore, right? A little cock whore that can’t get enough of cock in your ass?”
I suppressed a moan, but it was hard. “Yes, Sir, I love your cock!”
He let go of my hair, letting my head fall back on the pillow.
“Cock whore. That’s a good, pretty cock whore. Now, shut the fuck up before I stuff one of these dildos down your throat.”
He started in on me again, but this time, the belt came down in quick slaps, all the strikes on my back. He was brutal, fierce and his hips never missed a beat in the way he swung the belt.
When he was ready to come, he pulled out of me, got off the bed and came around to the head of it, kneeling next to my face. “This is what you deserve, isn’t it? A splash of cum on that pretty boy face of yours, ugly you up a little, huh?”
I didn’t have a chance to answer as he pushed my head deeper into the pillow and shot his load all over the side of my face, my hair, and over his own hand. The heat of it shocked me, as it felt like fucking candle wax, and didn’t cool as quickly.
I was untied right after that, and he got me turned to my side, rubbing my wrists even before he fully lay beside me. “You pulled the shit out of that rope! Gave yourself bruises and rope burn, you dumbass.”
I laughed and looked into his worried eyes. “Feels good. And I can look at them for days and just remember this.”
“You won’t have to,” he whispered to me before giving me a peck on the lips. “I might let your ass heal for a few days, but we’re gonna play a lot more when we get home.”
Home. That word sounded different. “Anything. I want to make you always feel good.”
“I know. And I want to make you sore and tired and when I pour you into bed at night, it’s gonna be with you completely exhausted, bruised up, a few welts and maybe a smear of cum on your face, like now.”
I took my hands from his and held his face, then moved in to kiss him, hoping that the kiss would say what my mind and words wanted to say.
It worked, and he held me, bringing me to him to cradle me like he didn’t want to ever let me go. I liked that. “I need to take care of you. You’re… a mess.”
“Another bath?”
“Yeah. I might even let you look at your dick.”
He helped me into the tub, then got his open shirt all the way off and joined me. The tub wasn’t big, but we fit, and I lay back on him, letting him run the washcloth over my face, cleaning it of the cum.
“You are fucking beautiful like that. I kept thinking I’m being too rough, being too vulgar, and you ate it the fuck right up! I couldn’t believe the harder I brought that belt down, the more you bucked that ass. You really do like pain.”
“Told you.”
“Yeah, but I’ve found plenty of posers that said they liked it and then told me it was a hard limit as soon as I got them back to a room. It happened a lot, so I stopped going to clubs. Once the lifestyle went mainstream, it got many people that thought they liked things they’d never tried and would flinch as soon as you talked dirty to them.”
