never played before.
Knowing he was almost at the end of his control, Mack thrust the dildo completely in, twisting it like a screw.
Woody writhed, his sounds guttural, violent, and shattering.
Mack needed more. “I need to suck you off.”
“Oh, God.”
* * * *
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Oh, God, yes. Woody was crazy with sensation overload. Mack knew just how to twist the rippled glass plug for maximum effect.
He’d only used it on himself, never let another man fuck him with it, his own personal toy. Mack’s muscular weight holding him captive, vulnerable, and at his mercy was the most excruciatingly erotic experience he’d ever had. His spine flamed and prickled with heat. He couldn’t move his hips except to shallowly fuck the bed.
The pleasure of knowing Mack watched the glass tease and enter his hole, knowing he twisted and screwed it around as much to spike Woody’s desire as his own, exploded through his body. To be completely controlled by this man was exactly what he’d wanted from the very first minute he’d seen him. Usually an aggressive sexual partner himself, giving up his ass for Mack Penchant was the ultimate turn on.
In fact, he loved it.
Every sense centered on his ass, on the hole being plundered by the hottest man he’d ever been with. He’d never been an exhibitionist, but he reveled in the room’s bright light, so Mack could see every hidden, secret part of him, and he loved all Mack’s delicious moans and groans.
Mack’s thrusts became more forceful, more vigorous. His guttural grunts were an aphrodisiac in themselves. Woody wasn’t able to push back, Mack’s hand hard and heavy in the small of his back.
“God! Yes! Damn it! Fuck me harder, you bastard!” Woody bit down on his lower lip as he pumped his sensitive, aching cock into the bed.
“Bastard?” Mack’s voice held amusement. “Is that any way to talk to someone who’s giving you this much hot pleasure?” Coupled with caressing squeezes of his ass cheek, Mack switched his thrusts to shallow, measured probing.
The nerve endings circling Woody’s anus ignited in sharp, soul-shattering, and glorious little fires and immense explosions. “Jesus, 82
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Mack,” he whimpered. “Make me come! Please!” The ass fucking stopped. “Damn! Don’t stop!”
Mack rolled him to his back, lifted and widened his thighs, pressing his pelvis down to keep the dildo inside. A big hand wrapped around his cock, Mack’s thumb smearing the pre-cum around the head. “I’m gonna suck you off, baby. Would you like that?” Woody could barely breathe with the fullness in his rectum and the intensity of what was happening to him. Gasping, he reflexively arched into Mack’s hand, growling, “Yes.” Who wouldn’t? When Mack covered his cock with his mouth, swallowing it deeply, Woody gripped his hair, pulling thick swaths between his fingers. Suction increased—tongue, teeth, and lips dragging around and torturing his swollen erection. All the while, Mack pressed the heel of his hand against the dildo to keep it in place.
Cock and ass, both were worked hard, then harder. Woody couldn’t keep still, his hips driving up into Mack’s mouth and down onto the dildo, at that angle brushing again and again over his prostate. Words mixed with unintelligible sounds dragged from his mouth. It went on forever. He wanted it to never end. If this didn’t end, he’d die. But it would be worth it.
Woody dug his heels into the bed and clutched tightly to Mack’s head, holding him in place. It was crazy. His sensations, the double whammy of blow job and ass fucking, were shattering. With a loud shout, he violently climaxed, bowing his upper torso off the bed.
Mack swallowed his cum, the contractions of his throat against the head of his cock exquisite. God love him, the man held his penis securely in his mouth until the last drop spurted out. Weakly, Woody collapsed sprawled, his hands falling from Mack’s head onto
Knowing he was almost at the end of his control, Mack thrust the dildo completely in, twisting it like a screw.
Woody writhed, his sounds guttural, violent, and shattering.
Mack needed more. “I need to suck you off.”
“Oh, God.”
* * * *
I’ll Be Your Last
81
Oh, God, yes. Woody was crazy with sensation overload. Mack knew just how to twist the rippled glass plug for maximum effect.
He’d only used it on himself, never let another man fuck him with it, his own personal toy. Mack’s muscular weight holding him captive, vulnerable, and at his mercy was the most excruciatingly erotic experience he’d ever had. His spine flamed and prickled with heat. He couldn’t move his hips except to shallowly fuck the bed.
The pleasure of knowing Mack watched the glass tease and enter his hole, knowing he twisted and screwed it around as much to spike Woody’s desire as his own, exploded through his body. To be completely controlled by this man was exactly what he’d wanted from the very first minute he’d seen him. Usually an aggressive sexual partner himself, giving up his ass for Mack Penchant was the ultimate turn on.
In fact, he loved it.
Every sense centered on his ass, on the hole being plundered by the hottest man he’d ever been with. He’d never been an exhibitionist, but he reveled in the room’s bright light, so Mack could see every hidden, secret part of him, and he loved all Mack’s delicious moans and groans.
Mack’s thrusts became more forceful, more vigorous. His guttural grunts were an aphrodisiac in themselves. Woody wasn’t able to push back, Mack’s hand hard and heavy in the small of his back.
“God! Yes! Damn it! Fuck me harder, you bastard!” Woody bit down on his lower lip as he pumped his sensitive, aching cock into the bed.
“Bastard?” Mack’s voice held amusement. “Is that any way to talk to someone who’s giving you this much hot pleasure?” Coupled with caressing squeezes of his ass cheek, Mack switched his thrusts to shallow, measured probing.
The nerve endings circling Woody’s anus ignited in sharp, soul-shattering, and glorious little fires and immense explosions. “Jesus, 82
Jane Leopold Quinn
Mack,” he whimpered. “Make me come! Please!” The ass fucking stopped. “Damn! Don’t stop!”
Mack rolled him to his back, lifted and widened his thighs, pressing his pelvis down to keep the dildo inside. A big hand wrapped around his cock, Mack’s thumb smearing the pre-cum around the head. “I’m gonna suck you off, baby. Would you like that?” Woody could barely breathe with the fullness in his rectum and the intensity of what was happening to him. Gasping, he reflexively arched into Mack’s hand, growling, “Yes.” Who wouldn’t? When Mack covered his cock with his mouth, swallowing it deeply, Woody gripped his hair, pulling thick swaths between his fingers. Suction increased—tongue, teeth, and lips dragging around and torturing his swollen erection. All the while, Mack pressed the heel of his hand against the dildo to keep it in place.
Cock and ass, both were worked hard, then harder. Woody couldn’t keep still, his hips driving up into Mack’s mouth and down onto the dildo, at that angle brushing again and again over his prostate. Words mixed with unintelligible sounds dragged from his mouth. It went on forever. He wanted it to never end. If this didn’t end, he’d die. But it would be worth it.
Woody dug his heels into the bed and clutched tightly to Mack’s head, holding him in place. It was crazy. His sensations, the double whammy of blow job and ass fucking, were shattering. With a loud shout, he violently climaxed, bowing his upper torso off the bed.
Mack swallowed his cum, the contractions of his throat against the head of his cock exquisite. God love him, the man held his penis securely in his mouth until the last drop spurted out. Weakly, Woody collapsed sprawled, his hands falling from Mack’s head onto
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