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Once he has me in position, I’m fucking hypnotised as I watch him dribble the cum on his fingers down my arse crack, massaging it into my rim. He’s using my cum and his spit to lube me up, and my eyes almost roll into the back of my head at how fucking hot that is.

A soft whimper is pulled from my lips as he presses a finger into my arse, and I’m shocked by how easily it slides in. As he works his digit in and out, he dribbles more spit onto my arse, making sure I’m wet enough for him to do what he needs.

As he adds a second finger, stretching me more, I cry out as my dick twitches back to life. Miles works his fingers in and out, widening them to ensure I’m ready for him as he presses kisses along my neck and spine.

I whimper loudly when he inserts a third finger, the sting from my arsehole now bordering on painful until he adds more spit to help. Miles bites down on my neck before sucking on the same spot as I rock against his hand.

With his lips beside my cheek, his deep, husky words are whispered into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “Are you ready to be a good boy and let me fuck you?”

I don’t know when Miles removed his trousers, but I look back to see him palming his very hard, ready cock, his clothes thrown to the side. My brain spins, wondering how he was able to fuck me with his fingers and remove his clothes without me realising, but then I feel him stretch his fingers wide while he’sdeep inside, distracting me from all thoughts, and I have my answer.

“Yes, please,” I beg him, fluttering my lashes at him as he kisses my cheek.

He pulls his fingers from my arse, and I let out a whimper when I feel the sting, as well as the absence of him. With that devilish smirk on his face, he spits onto my arse once more, and I shiver at the feel of it trailing down my crack.

Miles gets into position behind me, and as soon as I feel the head pressing against my hole, I rock back onto him. Miles grips my hips, preventing me from moving too much, making it clear he’s still very much in charge.

When I try again, he slaps his hand against my arse, making me yelp as the sting on my flesh crosses that pleasure-pain barrier. “Be good or I won’t fuck you,” Miles growls, and I mutter an apology.

“I’m so sorry, Sir. Please, fuck me.”

“Can you take all of me, hard and fast?” he asks, his voice deep and gravelly, and full of passion.

“Yes,” I breathe without hesitation.

“Good boy.” Before he’s even finished the praise, he slides his full length into my arse.

I yell from the sudden intrusion, tensing at the feel of his bare cock sliding into me, stretching me to the point the stinging feeling becomes painful. He kisses my neck as he whispers words of encouragement.

“Such a good boy. You’ve taken all of my cock like the good little slut you are. Can you feel how deep I am?”

His words, along with the kisses he’s placing along my neck, shoulders, and back, are soothing, and he keeps his cock buried deep in my arse, giving me time to adjust to him. It doesn’t take long for the stretching and intrusion to stop being painful, and pleasure takes over.

I gently rock against Miles, testing to see if I’m ready for him to move, and the deep guttural moan he lets out as I press onto him is my undoing. I pull back again until only the head remains inside, and when I push onto him, a long groan slips out as I feel him scrape against my prostate, making my dick twitch.

“Please, fuck me,” I beg him, making it clear I’m ready for him.

Miles’ grip on my hips tightens until I’m sure he’s going to leave bruises, but they’ll match the ones he’s leaving on my neck every time he sucks on the flesh there.

“Can you handle all of me if I’m rough with you?” he asks.

“Yes,” I tell him, knowing he needs this just as rough as I do to let out all the pent up energy we’ve accumulated from killing Gregg.

“Use your safeword if you need it,” he whispers against my ear, but before I can say anything, he starts pounding into my arse.

He doesn’t start slow and build up. This is rough and hard fucking, and I need it like I need air to breathe.

He pulls out and slams back in deep, keeping a relentlessly fast pace as he pounds into me at a bruising rate. His grip on me becomes painful, and he seems to get deeper with each thrust.

My moans become wanton whimpers and cries of both pleasure and pain as I let this gorgeous man use me in whatever way he needs. He’s taking his own pleasure, using and abusing my hole in whatever way he wants, and I’m so lost to all of the sensations, my head is spinning.

His intense pace is maddening, but each time he slides his cock against my prostate, the pleasure seems to overtake any pain. It’s like he’s creating this weird tug of war within my body where pleasure and pain are fighting each other for dominance, and I feel everything all at once.

My head is spinning, my heart is racing a million beats a minute, and my cock is throbbing painfully as I let Miles use my body. The fucking amazing sensations he’s spreading over me are sending me dizzy, and I can tell by his deep groans and frantic movements that he’s getting close to his release, too.

Despite coming not too long ago, my dick is oozing pre-cum and twitching painfully as I edge closer to another orgasm. Each time Miles strokes my prostate, I feel like I might lose control and come before I even know what’s happening.

The way he’s able to make me lose my mind as he takes pleasure from me is a whole new sensation, and I enjoy being able to just listen to how I’m feeling, safe in the knowledge that Miles knows exactly what I need…and he will give me it.