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he was
locking himself inside of me, too thick to withdraw with how I
squeezed down in my nerves.
He
rumbled in my ear, bit down on my shoulder. That hurt, too, but it
could never distract from the sensation of being impaled. Thick,
running with pumping veins, his cock dared to grow inside of me inch
by inch. I imagined it was getting bigger somehow, stretching me beyond logic.
My
precum dripped, tickling my inner thigh as it fell. The ache in my
balls was immense, warring with the wildness of another man shoving
his dick into me. Finally, soft pubic hair brushed my skin; Kris was
in me completely.
Puffing
against my throat, he brought his free hand back around. It glided on
my hip, then enslaved my dick. Without moving his own body, Kris
resumed stroking my massive erection. The onslaught of having my ass
so stuffed, my cock pumped again, sent me back to the cliff of
orgasm. “Oh, shit,” I said between my rapid heaves.
Inside
of me, Kris flexed. That was too much, I wiggled and felt the first
hint of how he would feel when he fucked me. He sensed it, too, and
the temptation broke him first. Crushing me on the wall, he started
withdrawing his girth.
The
flashes of discomfort became ripples of stress. It hurt ,
it fucking hurt. He was too big for my virgin ass to take easily. The
single motion of pulling out, his head just hovering inside of me,
was torture.
And
he had just begun.
Kris
slammed back inside, the wet sound muffled by my shout. It shook my
core, my dick pulsating in his grip. How could something so painful
make such pleasure bloom? I wasn't a masochist, so why was I...
Why
am I anticipating the next stroke?
In
time with his slow pumping fist, Kris thrust in and out of me. He
made a tempo, decided our speed. It had been obvious from the start,
I was along for the ride. He was the driver.
The
engorged tip of my cock was hyper-sensitive. My juice gave his touch
a slick feel. On taut calves, my toes spazzing in my shoes, the first
glow of orgasm spread out from me. The way it radiated to my limbs, I
wondered, distantly, if I could actually illuminate from temperature.
I was a living beacon of light, the fire Kris had strived to kindle.
Now
I burned us both up.
Grunting
low, he shook over me. He still jerked me off, ignoring how rivulets
of cum had long spent their time dripping over his fingers; cooling.
My excitement was his undoing. I'm
his undoing, I
realized in awe. I
have been since the start.
Inside,
he swelled. For a second I debated the danger of being split in two.
Funny, I didn't care if it happened. Not after everything else he'd
done to me. No, now I just... now all I wanted was more of him.
Lord
help him if he ever had nothing left for me. That was a day I prayed
never came.
“ Jack!
Fuck, Jack, holy hell. I'm...” He finished, just not with his
words. Warm as new rain, his seed filled me up. He came in me with
such an explosion, my prick flared in another moment of life. I
wandered the halls of insanity, scared I might actually climax again.
I
was disappointed I didn't. Hated that I didn't.
We
hung together. Kris, leaning on me for support, and I, always
pressing back into him for the same. It was the wall that kept us
standing, but it was his essence that cradled me. It was him I would
remember. Not the cold wall.
Heady,
brain swimming, I didn't fight as he slid free of me. My flesh was
still hungry, grasping at him and making me whine. Kris laughed
darkly, giving my ass a hard slap when he popped out. The obscene
sound of him leaving made me blush. After
everything, I'm still capable of shame. How weird is that?
Clothing
rustled, loud in my incredible awareness. Looking back, I found Kris
sliding his pants up. It pained me to lose sight of his body. He
caught my stare, flashed me a knowing smile. “Get changed,”
he said solidly. “We need to go back out there.”
“ Do
we?” The question left me, escaped.
Pausing
with his fingers on the button by his throat, he considered
locking himself inside of me, too thick to withdraw with how I
squeezed down in my nerves.
He
rumbled in my ear, bit down on my shoulder. That hurt, too, but it
could never distract from the sensation of being impaled. Thick,
running with pumping veins, his cock dared to grow inside of me inch
by inch. I imagined it was getting bigger somehow, stretching me beyond logic.
My
precum dripped, tickling my inner thigh as it fell. The ache in my
balls was immense, warring with the wildness of another man shoving
his dick into me. Finally, soft pubic hair brushed my skin; Kris was
in me completely.
Puffing
against my throat, he brought his free hand back around. It glided on
my hip, then enslaved my dick. Without moving his own body, Kris
resumed stroking my massive erection. The onslaught of having my ass
so stuffed, my cock pumped again, sent me back to the cliff of
orgasm. “Oh, shit,” I said between my rapid heaves.
Inside
of me, Kris flexed. That was too much, I wiggled and felt the first
hint of how he would feel when he fucked me. He sensed it, too, and
the temptation broke him first. Crushing me on the wall, he started
withdrawing his girth.
The
flashes of discomfort became ripples of stress. It hurt ,
it fucking hurt. He was too big for my virgin ass to take easily. The
single motion of pulling out, his head just hovering inside of me,
was torture.
And
he had just begun.
Kris
slammed back inside, the wet sound muffled by my shout. It shook my
core, my dick pulsating in his grip. How could something so painful
make such pleasure bloom? I wasn't a masochist, so why was I...
Why
am I anticipating the next stroke?
In
time with his slow pumping fist, Kris thrust in and out of me. He
made a tempo, decided our speed. It had been obvious from the start,
I was along for the ride. He was the driver.
The
engorged tip of my cock was hyper-sensitive. My juice gave his touch
a slick feel. On taut calves, my toes spazzing in my shoes, the first
glow of orgasm spread out from me. The way it radiated to my limbs, I
wondered, distantly, if I could actually illuminate from temperature.
I was a living beacon of light, the fire Kris had strived to kindle.
Now
I burned us both up.
Grunting
low, he shook over me. He still jerked me off, ignoring how rivulets
of cum had long spent their time dripping over his fingers; cooling.
My excitement was his undoing. I'm
his undoing, I
realized in awe. I
have been since the start.
Inside,
he swelled. For a second I debated the danger of being split in two.
Funny, I didn't care if it happened. Not after everything else he'd
done to me. No, now I just... now all I wanted was more of him.
Lord
help him if he ever had nothing left for me. That was a day I prayed
never came.
“ Jack!
Fuck, Jack, holy hell. I'm...” He finished, just not with his
words. Warm as new rain, his seed filled me up. He came in me with
such an explosion, my prick flared in another moment of life. I
wandered the halls of insanity, scared I might actually climax again.
I
was disappointed I didn't. Hated that I didn't.
We
hung together. Kris, leaning on me for support, and I, always
pressing back into him for the same. It was the wall that kept us
standing, but it was his essence that cradled me. It was him I would
remember. Not the cold wall.
Heady,
brain swimming, I didn't fight as he slid free of me. My flesh was
still hungry, grasping at him and making me whine. Kris laughed
darkly, giving my ass a hard slap when he popped out. The obscene
sound of him leaving made me blush. After
everything, I'm still capable of shame. How weird is that?
Clothing
rustled, loud in my incredible awareness. Looking back, I found Kris
sliding his pants up. It pained me to lose sight of his body. He
caught my stare, flashed me a knowing smile. “Get changed,”
he said solidly. “We need to go back out there.”
“ Do
we?” The question left me, escaped.
Pausing
with his fingers on the button by his throat, he considered
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