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Story: Brat on the Ball
“Fuck, George.” I bucked my hips up automatically, and George let out a strangled gasp I’d never heard from him before. “Sorry.”
George’s hand came to rest on my chest, holding me down as he sank down all the way onto my length. Not being able to see him was killing me, but the silk over my eyes made me so much more aware ofeverything. The gentle scratch of callused skin on my chest, the tightness and warmth around my cock as he sank down onto me.
“You’re killing me,” I whined. George just laughed as he adjusted, before rising and then sinking down again.
Every movement was heaven, every sensation something completely new. The cold pain as I pulled against my restraints, desperate to touch him. George, scratching down my skin. It all felt so good, but…
“I need to see you,” I breathed. “Please, George.”
For a second, I thought he was going to ignore my request. And then he was moving the mask from my eyes and I could see him in all his glory. Straddling me, head back in bliss as he pushed himself up and down, his cock hard as he stroked it with one hand. His body; hair and muscle and the little roundness of his belly. I knew I wanted to look at George Reynolds for the rest of our lives.
Every movement pushed me toward climax. Every movement made me pull on my restraints more, scraping against my wrists and making the headboard creak.
Then it was all coming at once. George’s grunts reached a crescendo, he was spilling through his hand and all over my chest and stomach as I unloaded inside him. And still he rode, until I was wincing with sensitivity and sweat slicked every inch of skin where we touched.
George pulled himself off me and winced. “It’s been a while since I’ve done that,” he confessed. When he got to undoing the cuffs, he frowned. “You’ve been pulling too hard on these.” He kissed each of my wrists in turn. He laid down in bed next to me and held me close, fingers stroking the exposed skin of my chest.
“How long are you gonna stay with me?” he asked.
There was only one answer I could give to that. “Forever.”
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