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“Yes! Fuck! Just like that!” Mac sobbed, clinging to Artie’s fur as he held on for dear life. “Oh! Baby! Fuck! You’re gonna fuck the come right outta me!”
“Come on, baby. Come on. I want it. I wanna see you come on my big dick.” Artie fucked Mac impossibly harder, thrusting with enough force to shake Mac’s entire body. “Come on, get that nut! Get it, baby!”
Mac was utterly boneless in Artie’s strong embrace, helpless to do anything but take the inhumanly brutal thrusts. The friction was insane, the pressure immense, and every slam left him overwhelmingly full and sent bolts of pleasure licking up his spine. He was hot, dizzy, and he focused on the stretch, the ache of it all, and he shouted when his cock suddenly pulsed. “Fuck!Yes!”
“Ohhh, baby. Look at you. Fuck, fuck, yes! There you go!” Artie panted hoarsely, fucking into Mac’s clenching hole with a desperate whine. “God, you feel so good. I can fuckin’ feel you… shit, shit! I’m gonna come!”
“Come on!” Mac whimpered. “Give it to me!”
“Here we go, here it comes, baby!” Artie let out a roar that rattled the dish over on the stove, his cock flooding Mac’s hole until some of his come leaked out onto the floor.
“My fucking God!” Mac grinded down, fighting against the overwhelming sensations to explore a higher level of pleasure. He forced himself to keep fucking down on Artie’s cock, and his insides throbbed from being so full. He absolutely loved it, and he kissed Artie hard. “So full… fuck, I’m so full.”
“Baby, fuck… yes…” Artie kissed him adoringly, holding Mac on his cock as he continued to spill deep inside of him.
“Fuck. Mmm, I can’t breathe… I…” Mac gasped and reached down to hold his belly, making himself moan sharply. Artie’s loads were always massive, and it took several more seconds for the pulsing to finally stop.
“There, baby.” Artie pressed their foreheads together, being mindful of his horns. “Look at that. You took it all. Every fuckin’ drop.”
“I can feel it.” Mac sighed. “God, I can feel you inside me.”
“That’s so fuckin hot.” Artie kissed him again, a lingering press of lips upon which he whispered, “I love you. I love you so damn much.”
“I love you too.” Mac panted heavily, trying to catch his breath. He hugged Artie close. “It’s always good, it’s always so fuckin’ good. You’re so incredible.”
Artie growled low, almost like a purr, and he squeezed Mac’s waist. “Me? Heh. Not half as incredible as you are. I’m one lucky son of a bitch.” He smiled sweetly and bumped their noses together. “I can’t believe you’re all mine.”
“Well, we will just have to agree to disagree.” Mac grinned. “I’m pretty sure I’m the lucky one.”
“To be continued.” Artie laughed softly. “We got some dinner to eat first. Then I’ll argue with you some more.”
“Careful, I’ll spring another trap on you.”
“Hey, I’m ready for you now, mister. Bring it on! And hey, even if you do manage to catch me, I’m still gonna keep arguin’ because I can’t imagine anyone bein’ luckier than me.”
“Save your breath.” Mac grinned and kissed the monster’s cheek before he let his legs fall to the floor. “I am starving now though.”
Artie helped him down gently, and he chuckled. “Yeah? For dinner or… more dessert?”
“Dinner first. Then I definitely need seconds on dessert.”
“You got it, babe.”
Day 10
“Because you’re a mermaid,” the man replied when I asked him why he was doing this, “and this is how mermaids swim.” He finished tying my ankles together and then pushed me overboard.
Swim
Romeo Dios didn’t know why his boss hated him so much. He was a model employee, and yet nothing he did was ever good enough. Romeo was always on time, worked extra shifts whenever he was asked to, and he went above and beyond what was expected of him and then some. By all accounts, he thought his boss should adore him and want to promote him.
Instead, however, his boss loathed him entirely.
He never had a kind word for him, tried to cheat him on his overtime, and told anyone who would listen what a bastard he was. Exhausted by the abuse and the lack of appreciation, Romeo did the only thing he could:
He quit.
He could find a better job, one where he didn’t have to worry about his boss being a raging asshole, and he’d never felt so good as he did when he handed in his two weeks’ notice.
