the same time he attempts to sit back into the prodding.
“I didn’t think so.” I deliver a long lick to the brim of his ear as I push the digit in further and curl it. “This is mine now, baby.” His entire body shakes over the proclamation but doesn’t disagree. “I don’t fucking share.” The finger is dragged out agonizingly slow, only to be swiftly replaced by two. Crash whines from the new stretch, sounds barely heard over my growling. “I won’t fucking share.” When the intruders curl this time, so do his toes, which is something I’m learning is a sign of enjoyment. The pair curves inside over and over as if calling him over to me causing Crash to shudder and attempt to turn his head. His movement is unexpectedly interrupted by me catching his lobe between my teeth to keep him in place. He squeaks in shock or perhaps surrender, yet there’s no denying that whatever the reason may be isn’t important. Only the fact that it’s beautiful is. I let my appendages continue the action that has his muscles already quivering while my mouth commands his compliance. “Am I making myself fucking clear?”
There’s no worded response.
Just nods.
Airy wheezes.
Wobbles.
Having loosened the area up, I cock a grin, take one of his hands, and twist it to touch where I currently am. “Keep that warmed up for me.”
Crash’s head doesn’t hesitate to snap over his shoulder in curiosity.
The choice to look my direction provides him with an exaggerated show of me snatching the rubber out of his other grip and rolling it on. I keep the pacing slow, pleased with the anticipation I know it’s creating. Watching me slather on a bit more lube lowers his jaw to the wet floor, but it’s the swift speed at which I replace his wedged fingers with my cock that keeps it there.
Last night it took everything in me to keep my movements restrained.
This morning he won’t be so lucky.
One hand connects to his hip to keep him anchored in spite of the pain, and the other roughly grasps his cock. From two ends, I begin a sexual assault not intended to last long for either of us. I barbarically thrust forward on a hit so hard his knees knock together. His teeth dig into his bottom lip as though to stop his screaming, and the sight simply spurs me to become more savage.
More vicious.
More devoted to him coming and calling out my name for anyone and everyone to fucking hear.
Huffs are given on every hard heave, and my harsh stare is holding his with the same force my hand is his hip. Crash does his best to back into the furious pumping, to remain braced during each brutal buck, but can hardly withstand the perpetual pounding. High pitched howls are expelled in tandem to his cock twitching and tight muscles thrumming. The sounds should register to be a little softer…be a little kinder…be a little more tender; however, my earlier proclamation prevents that.
I need him to know he’s mine.
Fucking feel it.
I need him to feel it every time he speaks because his throat is raw.
I need him to feel it every time he walks because his legs are weak.
I need him to feel it every time he sits because his ass was properly filled.
Determination to make all of those thoughts come true causes me to drive into him harder. Strokes of my hand are served the same speed as my cock. He continuously twitches like he’s trying to stop himself from coming, while the slickness of the water adds difficulty to him maintaining control. Groans reverberate against the tile alongside sounds of my balls slapping Crash’s skin to create a symphony so beautiful that even Beethoven would bust a nut.
“F-f-fuck!” I loudly bark on my final thrust.
My eruption is almost instantaneously met by his as if he had been holding back for me to go first. I skip over the instinct to chastise him for that bullshit, wanting him to always be satisfied regardless of the order it happens, for the one to gape at the bursts of cum splashing against the tile. His moans take on a songlike presence and the melody is fucking magical. Watching him and his cock quake from me and mine mercilessly burns itself into my brain until my knees are buckling from the beauty and intensity. I quickly wind both arms around him to help stabilize myself. I immediately bury my face into the