Bauer

I COULDN’T STOP FUCKING HIM. I had never had such a wild urge before. I was in a hardcore rut. His smell drove me crazy, and the way I felt inside him was beyond amazing. It was like my cock was meant to be in him, and the longer I was with him, the more my cock and knot became engorged.

He cried out as my erection demanded space but still bucked his hips, panting and shaking as my dick forced itself against his soft inner tissues as he orgasmed. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and he clawed at my back.

“Bauer,” he rasped.

“I’m going to make this good for you. Okay? Hang in there with me.” I scooped my arms over his shoulders and pulled him up so he straddled me. He laid his head on my shoulder, and I held him tight and slowly pushed in farther. I moved my hands to his hips, moving them in rhythm with my thrusts.

“There we go. Okay. Feel that? Yeah, it’s good. Right?”

He winced, and as a deep groan came from him, he held me tighter. I might’ve been getting somewhere, so I held firmly to his hips and rocked into his depths, causing his mouth to drop open. I grunted and fucked him hard, moving my hands to his shoulders, pressing down on them, and I got the reaction I was hoping for.

His eyes bugged. “Oh, God. Oh. Oh.”

I scraped my teeth over his neck and drove in with more vigor, and he bellowed and dragged his nails along my back. One second, it’d sound like he was in pain, and then the next, he was moaning like the horny little thing I knew he was. I drew him closer to me and pumped in him, so warm and wet. My cock throbbed, and my balls tingled. He gasped and clung to me—his hole constricting around me.

I groaned and sucked on his lower neck. He tasted so sweet that I had to sink my teeth in a bit. As I broke his skin, he screamed and threw his head back, digging his nails into my shoulders. I sunk them in more, tasting his blood.

“Shitty ass motherfuckers,” he yelled.

I was making him mine.