Page 86 of Give Me What You Will

“Fuckin’ say it.”

“Oh fuck… Frank!”

Their bodies slapped nosily together, along with Sam’s gasping groans of pleasure, and he had never heard anything so fucking good. Frankie dragged his fingers through his curly thick hair, pulling him upward and roughly holding him, forcing his back to arch. He grated his teeth over his shoulder and angrily, almost wildly, bit down. Sam bucked beneath him, and he soothed the bite mark with a sucking kiss. He moved all over his shoulder and up his neck, sucking, branding, claiming.

“Say it.”

“I…”

He was going to break him, if that’s what it fuckin’ took to hear him say it.

Frankie ruthlessly fisted his hand over Sam’s leaking cock, pumping him into oblivion, feeling his ass tighten around him and sucking him in deeper as he gasped and squirmed in his arms.

“That’s it, baby… give me this perfect fuckin’ ass… God.”

Sam trembled, jerking, his cock pulsating in his hand and ready to explode.

He dragged his teeth along the underside of his jaw, scraping against his whiskers. “You feel so good. Takin’ my dick. Moaning for me. Cummin’ for me… Had I known… had I known it felt this good to do this—with you—Sam…”

Sam reached behind him, hand fisting on the back of his neck, “Stop!”

“Never. I will never fuckin’ stop when it comes to you. You’re mine, Sam. And… I’m yours.”

Sam crumbled, climaxing so hard that his body nearly bucked off his dick. The tingle in his balls flooded him and he thrusted deeper, feeling the orgasm bearing down on him with Sam’s ass clutching around his cock.

He needed more. Ruthlessly, with a possessiveness he had not anticipated, not expected, he said it again, knowing how much Sam responded to it. “I’m yours…”

Sam shook, cursing violently, his beautiful dick spewing from the tip once more as a second, smaller release of bliss smeared his stomach. That broke him.

“Yeah, you want me, like this, just like this,” Frankie murmured, feeling his orgasm break over him like a shower of stars as hot jets pulsated into Heaven. It went on and on.

Trembling, spent, and thoroughly fuckin’ spun, he slowly pulled out. But he wasn’t done. He maneuvered Sam again, who went willingly, without protest or resistance, all soft limbs and sighs. He positioned him onto his stomach, drawing his hips up and widening his legs, as he watched his creamy cum leak out of his tight, reddened, thoroughly fucked hole. A sliver of need thrummed through the fibers of his being as he bent down and licked.

Sam let out a whimpering cry, burying his face into the couch, ass in the air and fully gone—left open and leaking for Frankie’s devourment.

He did it again and again, pushing the trickling cum back into his tight ass, needing it to stay there. “I want you like this. Filled with my fuckin’ cum. All the fuckin’ time.” He speared his hot tongue into his entrance, swirling the salty taste of his cum and feeling Sam quiver and jerk and… fuck.

“Frank!” Sam moaned. “I—fuck—”

He wasn’t going to stop. He wasn’t going anywhere. He was exactly where he wanted to be and he ate Sam’s tight ass like it was his last meal. Slowly licking and swirling, savoring every breathy moan and whimpering sigh. After several minutes, Sam reached between his legs and began to stroke himself back to life, humping Frankie’s face, using him.

Yes.

Fuck yes.

“Get on your back,” Sam whispered urgently.

He hesitated, lifted, turned onto his back, and watched in amazement as Sam lifted himself over his face, straddling him.

“I know how much you love smothering,” Sam said, a challenging glint in his eyes, stroking his thick cock over his face.

“Fuck, baby,” he croaked, “ride my fuckin’ face.”

And Sam did just that, sitting on his face, lowering himself over him, the pressure and weight of his body pinning him to the couch, and his brain lost complete altitude. He was crashing—hard. And when he felt Sam touch his cock, wrapping his fingers around him and—

Frankie moaned into his ass, feeling the wet heat of his best friend’s mouth sucking down his cock like a slushie. He could feel Sam’s tongue slither up and down, pressing into his tip, making him shiver and, in response, spear his own tongue into his tight hole. Sam let out a muffled cry over his dick.

Oh god, it all felt so incredible. The hard press of strong muscles, firm grips, tongues, mouths, and creamy fucking cum. Frankie never thought in a million years he’d be a fuckin’ cum slut, but here he was, harder than a brick and on the verge of another orgasm, all because he needed to lap Sam’s ass like a dog.