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“I know I can,” Franky said, unaware that my question wasn’t directed at him.
Now that I’d been sufficiently opened, my hole intimately reacquainted with its puppet master, I began to rock against him as best I could.
Franky pulled out abruptly, landing an open-handed blow to my ass. I cried out from the sudden emptiness and sting of pain.
“Don’t fucking move, Leland. Your only job is to take this.” He hauled me up by the front of my throat before loading my ass with his dick once more.
“Fuck,” I croaked, my fingers digging at his pulsating hand as I fought for air.
“You don’t need to breathe,” he hissed in my ear, his sweat soaking through my skin. “All you need is me, and all you need to focus on is the fucking I’m giving you.”
My hitched knee dug into the sofa back, and Franky moaned as he fucked in and out of me unrepentantly. His fingers at my throat didn’t relent until his teeth had sunk into my shoulder, swapping one suffocating pleasure-pain for another.
The daisies in front of us went toppling down as the sofa screeched forward along the floor, and all I could do was hope the candles didn’t tip over to join in on the fire already burning me up from the inside out.
“Wait,” I begged convincingly, now taking his teeth and his cock and the fingers attempting to bury themselves inside my hip bone. “Franky, stop,” I shouted loud enough to be heard beyond a backyard and through a planked fence.
Franky popped his mouth off the scorching bruise he’d cemented into my skin. “It’s too late for that, Leland,” he said, still fucking me, not even making an effort to slow down, not even trying to see if he were capable of following my direct order.
I smiled triumphantly as Lucas backed away, as Franky’s breath punched at my ear, and as pearls of sweat decorated my upper lip. Lucas’s back door slammed shut, but Franky was too consumed with the tight grip my hole had on his dick to notice. Now that we were alone, I dropped my chin, pointlessly voicing how I really felt.
“Don’t stop,” I said around a strangled moan as he artfully located my bundle of nerves. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
I didn’t tell him I was coming before I came. I didn’t want him to stop me. I didn’t want him to warn me of what would happen if I did. I reached behind me and tangled my hands in his hair as my cum shot into the air.
“Dammit it. Squeeze yourself at the base,” Franky ordered, plunging deeper and deeper. It was too late, my orgasm was in mid eruption, and there was no clogging up this fountain now.
Franky turned me toward him urgently, lifting me and launching back into me as I circled his hips with my legs. My cock rocked with aftershocks as he marched us down the aisle of candles to the front door.
“Easy, Franky,” I panted, his swift movements working my overstimulated body.
He slammed my back against the door, clamped a hand over my complaining mouth, and growled, “Myhole, remember?” and then he did the opposite of easy; he fucked me hard, his feet sliding on the floor as he shoved into me until he came.
“Tell me… OhGod.” He moaned. “Tell me you feel it, Leland. Tell me you feel my cum marking you, branding you as mine.”
With his hand still covering my mouth, all I could do was nod wildly as my nails dug into his shoulder blades.
“Good,” he breathed, circling his hips and standing on his toes, as if he wanted to climb inside of me. “Good.”
He let my feet hit the ground, then overpowered me to the floor. With the top of my head pressed to the door, and my knees folded to my temples, I could do nothing as he tongue-fucked his cum from my hole and into his hungry mouth. He moaned and slurped and shouted orders for me to shut up and stay still when I squirmed beneath the onslaught of his ravenous tongue.
“Let’s go to bed,” he said with one final lick up my cleft. It was clear he didn’t mean to get a good night’s sleep.
“I-I can’t,” I said from my puddle of sweat and bones on the floor.
“You don’t get a say in this,” he said, his body heaving above me, lips swollen and scented with cum. “Not tonight.” His muscular thighs put tree trunks to shame, and the thin layer of softness covering his abs only made him appear stronger, wilder, like something birthed in the wilderness. He scooped me up, tossing me over his shoulder before making his way upstairs.
It was a while before he was hard again, but he took that time to blow me to my second and third climax for the night, and to brand my body with his mark.
By the time he instructed me to hold on to the headboard as he entered me from behind, I couldn’t even say what day it was.
“There’s still some in there,” he said, amazed, exiting and reentering my hole, the sound of slickness sending electric currents racing along my body. “I thought I got it all.” And then his mouth was at the apex of my thighs again as he sucked deep breaths in through his mouth, retrieving what he’d accidentally left behind downstairs.
All night he situated me how he wanted me. He spread his weight over me without a care for how I would get enough oxygen to live through this. He molded my orgasms into what he wanted them to be. Tempered, earth shattering, or somewhere in between. He’d once promised me I would pay for the old man jokes, and he’d kept his word. Except in the past he’d treated my body as something that never belonged to me through a lens of anger and pain, and this time he’d done it all with reverence and love.Alwayslove.
Cum handprints left a trail on the wall above the headboard, and tatters of black lace hung from the bed posts. Speckles of dried blood from our combined wounds covered the sheets, and my ass was raw from beard burn, and now the glorious spanking he was giving me.
“My hole!” he shouted with every grueling blow.
