Page 19 of Our Sweet Revenge


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The pain kept intensifying until Anthony was sure he was going to give up and call this whole thing off. Then came the feeling of pubes brushing against his ass, and that was followed by Chris letting out a loud, long moan.

“God, you’re so tight. Relax or you’ll break my cock.”

“It hurts.”

Chris shifted his weight and Anthony shuddered when warm lips kissed the back of his neck. “I won’t move until you give the okay. Take your time. I can’t believe I’m really inside you.”

Anthony exhaled. “I can’t believe we’re having sex.”

“But we are.” Chris granted him another soft kiss on the back of his neck, his hands traveling across Anthony’s ribs before moving to grope and squeeze his left pec. “Damn, those tits are something.”

“They aren’t tits.”

Chris pinched his nipple hard. “Stop correcting me. I’m admiring your body.”

“I’m not a fan of dirty talk.”

“I know you’re not.”

“Did we ever talk about that?”

“We don’t need to talk about that—I know you too well. You also don’t like compliments, but I’m still going to compliment you as much as I want. Try to step out of your comfort zone for me, okay?”

It felt that by now he wasn’t even in the same time zone as his comfort zone, but he could see Chris’s point. “Okay, I’ll try.”

“Thank you.” Chris’s palms went down to Anthony’s crotch and squeezed his flaccid cock. “You aren’t hard.”

“Because of the pain.”

Chris began stroking him. “It’s like I’m milking a horse.”

“Hmm, thanks?”

Chris laughed, making his erection vibrate inside Anthony’s ass.

The firm strokes quickly got Anthony hard while his hips were slowly moving back and forth to increase the friction.

“You’re dripping,” Chris said. Every brush of his fingers against Anthony’s wet crown sent his body into a fit of shudders, unintentionally tightening himself on the cock inside him.

“You think I can start pumping now?” Chris asked.

“Yeah, I think so.”

Chris began to go in and out, slow at first but swiftly catching speed until it turned into full-on thrusting. Pain mixed with pleasure, a sensation alien and utterly mind-blowing. Every nerve in Anthony’s body was involved, no part of him unaffected by what was happening inside him.

“So. Fucking. Tight,” Chris mumbled as his waist kept smashing into Anthony, rocking his body and making him worry he might lose his balance. The bed springs screeched in protest.

Chris leaned down and squeezed Anthony’s chest again. It hurt, but the feeling got lost in the tornado of sensations going on across his body. Chris kept pumping for what felt like a long time before suddenly saying, “Get off the bed and stand with your hands against the wall.”

Anthony caught his breath. “You’re going to arrest me?”

Chris slapped his ass as he pulled out. “Just get up.”

Anthony forced his shaky legs to move. He had never been so aware of the state of his asshole before. There was a raw feeling down there. He debated whether to ask for a break, but then Chris slapped his ass again. “Come on, buddy.”

“Jesus, you’re romantic.”

“I’m romantic with my wife. Go on, put your hands against the wall and spread those legs for me.”

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