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The burn is exquisite, and i revel in the feeling of being claimed by this stranger. “Such a good boy,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “You’re going to take my whole cock, aren’t you?”
I nod eagerly, my voice strained with lust. “Yes, sir,” i manage to gasp out. The sound of his chuckle sends a shiver down my spine, and i feel a rush of wetness between my legs.
He pulls his fingers out with a wet pop, and i feel a moment of emptiness before the head of his cock presses against me again, this time with more force. He slams into me, and i cry out, the sensation of being split open overwhelming.
The pain quickly fades into a deep, primal pleasure that makes me see stars. He doesn’t stop, his hips moving in a steady, powerful rhythm that rocks the bed beneath me. Each stroke hits deep, sending waves of sensation through my body.
I feel his cock swell inside me, and he grunts, “I’m going to come.” Without warning, he pulls out and cums all over my chest and stomach, the warmth of his semen a stark contrast to the coolness of the lube.
He takes a moment to catch his breath before leaning down to kiss you, his tongue probing my mouth as he tastes himself on my lips. I kiss him back hungrily, the salty taste of his cum mingling with the sweetness of my kiss. He then moves to suck on my nipples, the sensation making my toes curl and my cock throb.
The old man stands up, unbuckling the leather strap around my ankles first, then my wrists. He helps me to sit up, his eyes never leaving mine as he takes in the sight of my well-used body. “On your hands and knees,” he says, his voice still gruff with desire.
I comply without hesitation, the heady mix of lust and submission clouding my thoughts. He moves behind me, and i feel the blunt pressure of his cock at my entrance again. He enters in me with a single, firm thrust, and i moan, my body already adjusted to his size.
The angle is new, and the sensation is intense, his cock hitting that special spot that makes my eyes roll back in my head.
“Good boy,” he praises, his voice thick with approval. He starts to move again, his hips slapping against my ass with each thrust. The sound fills the room, a bass beat to the symphony of my moans and his grunts.
I can feel the ache in my muscles, but it only adds to the pleasure, the burn a sweet reminder of his dominance over me. He reaches around to grab my cock, stroking it in time with his movements.
The friction against my oversensitive skin sends sparks of pleasure through me, and i know it won’t be long before i’m begging for release.
As the old man’s tempo increases, so does my need to cum. “Please, sir,” i whine, my voice high and needy. “I need to cum.” He chuckles, his grip tightening on my cock. “Not yet,” he teases, “You’ll know when I’m ready for you to cum.”
His strokes become more erratic, his breaths more ragged, and i know he’s close. His thrusts become deeper, harder, and i feel myself getting closer to the edge. “Look at that ass,” he groans, “Taking it like a champ.”
Suddenly, he pulls out, and i feel his hot breath against my ear as he whispers, “I’m going to breed you now, “. I whimper in anticipation, the thought of his seed filling me up making my cock throb even more.
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He slams back into me, and the feeling of his cock hitting my prostate sends me over the edge. I cum hard, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm, spilling my load onto the bed beneath me. He follows soon after, his warm cum flooding my insides with a final, powerful thrust.
We both collapse onto the bed, panting and sweaty, the sound of my mingled releases echoing in the quiet room.
For a moment, we lay there, his cock still buried inside me, the weight of his body a comforting presence. He pulls out gently, and I feel the loss acutely. He reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing a towel to clean me up before laying it down beside me.
