This is what you were made for.”Another slap, sharp and fast, ringing loud in the room.“Your tight little holes are the only parts of you I need. Gay sex I could stretch you out every day. Even now. It was part of what turned him on. He moved carefully, deliberately, until both fingers sank in, spreading me wider. “That slick little sound? Bone-jarring.Tears sprang to my eyes. The air was thick with sweat and musk, my face buried in the sheets as Sean’s cock carved into me over and over, each stroke fast and shallow, punching directly into the tightest part of me.My body screamed from the onslaught, every nerve ending alight with sensation, sharp, blinding pain laced with euphoria. The tempo was wild, feral, faster than anything before. “It was made for me. And I’ll do whatever I want with it, whenever I feel like it.”He slammed into me again, a vicious thrust that made me cry out, his cock punching deep enough to make my legs twitch.“I’ll fill it. Quick, staccato strokes that jackhammered into me. He was awake.He approached silently, his footsteps barely audible against the thick carpet. There was nothing graceful about it—just raw force, raw possession.
