It takes a moment for me to realize I'm hearing my own voice, not his. It doesn't sound like me, growling and mewling out empty promises against his skin, tangling the words in his skin and my tongue and my high, tight gasps for air. I'm crumpling forward over him, and when my palm finally slams onto the surface of the kitchen table, fingers clenching unhelpfully against the wood, I slam forward one more time, forceful enough that I bang his hips against its hard edge. I would care but he's obscene, unapologetic, amazing.
He's rolling against me, his whole body swallowing me down, I swear, and it's yanking in delicious pain on my knot, trying to pull me deeper. I can't do anything but shout and come. There's barely room around my swollen prick and my knot for anything more, but fuck if I care, and my cock sure as fuck doesn't. I seed him hard, hot and full, biting and scraping red lines across his throat with my teeth while I'm pouring into him. He might be AkaRed's cabin boy, but right now, he's all mine, my bitch, and I love it. He's going to be a ruined, sticky mess when we're done - I can already feel some of my stain leaking out of him, dirtying my ballsack and his thighs. I push harder, clenching his dick hard; his body squeezes me tighter.
I sag forward against him, finally beginning to reach my limit. His earlobe's right there, irresistible; I nip at it, my voice thick and a bit hoarse. "Gods you feel good."
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Date: 2012-06-23 07:00 am (UTC)He's rolling against me, his whole body swallowing me down, I swear, and it's yanking in delicious pain on my knot, trying to pull me deeper. I can't do anything but shout and come. There's barely room around my swollen prick and my knot for anything more, but fuck if I care, and my cock sure as fuck doesn't. I seed him hard, hot and full, biting and scraping red lines across his throat with my teeth while I'm pouring into him. He might be AkaRed's cabin boy, but right now, he's all mine, my bitch, and I love it. He's going to be a ruined, sticky mess when we're done - I can already feel some of my stain leaking out of him, dirtying my ballsack and his thighs. I push harder, clenching his dick hard; his body squeezes me tighter.
I sag forward against him, finally beginning to reach my limit. His earlobe's right there, irresistible; I nip at it, my voice thick and a bit hoarse. "Gods you feel good."