Page 41 of Peep
The tip of his cock breaching my tight hole, finally shuts me the fuck up.
“Not laughing now,” he jokes, slipping another inch inside.
I mumble profanities as I try to adjust to the overwhelming fullness.
“You alright? Can I keep going?”
“Yes. God. Please. Now. Every inch,” I garble.
I try to impale myself on his dick, needier than ever. He tightens the grip on my hips, yielding control, and don’t I fucking love it. My arse is his to use right now in any way he sees fit. Slow, fast, rough or soft. I don’t care.
He owns me.
Anders is the only person I’ve allowed inside me since that horrific night, and I have a feeling he’s the only one I’ll ever want inside me again. The weight of that feels almost too much to bear, but with his borrowed strength, I know we can take the load.
Anders’ curved shaft glides the rest of the way in, probing at my sweet spot as he goes. We release equal cries of pleasure as he bottoms out.
“Baby, you feel so fucking good, so fucking tight. You’re squeezing the life out of my cock. I swear to god. It’s too good,” he rambles.
I moan in response to his filthy and unfiltered words.
Anders’ heavy balls rest against my own. There’s not a millimetre of space between us. I wouldn’t mind staying like this forever. The idea of having my channel super-glued to his cock until the end of time sounds delightful, but I crave more; I need movement.
“Destroy me, Anders, make me see stars.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. Pulling almost all the way out, he slams back in with no warning.
R.I.P. to my poor little hole.
As he goes to town on me, I praise the lord like I’m suddenly a devout believer. What I believe in is Anders’ cock and Anders’ cock only, that’s my new religion.
“Oh god, that curve, fucking hell.”
Anders leans over me, making my legs buckle and whispers into my ear, “Do you like how my cock curves, baby? How it drags over your prostate, milking you dry.”
“Yes, it’s fucking perfect. Don’t stop, right there.” I’m a panting, withering mess for him as he abuses my hole.
“Fucking look at you, you’re perfect, taking my cock while that guy just lies there. You gave him what he fucking deserved, didn’t you, baby?”
I gasp and throw my head to the side so I can look at the unconscious man. Seeing him weak and defenceless sends me to new heights. We’ve lost our fucking minds, and there’s no way back to sanity after this. The twisted pleasure I feel right now is beyond anything I’ve ever felt before, and if enjoying this makes me a freak, so be it.
Anders grabs my cheeks, squeezing them together and pulling my attention back to him.
“When you come, you’ll look at me.”
“Yesss,” I moan, my voice distorted from his tight grip on my face.
He crashes his lips against mine, loosening his grip so his tongue can dive right in. Slipping his hand beneath me, he tugs at my engorged cock.
I pull my lips away. “Oh god, I’m gonna come. Fuck, Anders.”
“Do it, come with me. I’m close.”
The fire of a thousand matches heats my core before I shoot hot cum over the squeaky plastic sheet. Well, at least that saves on the cleanup.
Anders howls as he unloads inside the condom. Our bodies twitch as we ride out our world-altering orgasms.
My aching hole throbs around his shaft as we recentre ourselves. Anders releases his weight on top of me; the heaviness of his warm body grounds me like never before. He peppers light kisses over my shoulders and neck while tickling my sides with his fingertips. I can’t remember a time when I ever felt so utterly cherished. Joy squeezes at my chest. I thought I’d never have this again.
