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ERROL

I ’m barely on the bed before Ran’s mouth and hands are all over me.

He strips off my clothes before shedding his own and pushing me onto my back.

“I want to open you up tonight… as much as you’ll let me.

” He leans over me and runs his tongue along the shell of my ear.

His breath is warm, but I shiver at his words.

He lowers his face between my legs, eyes flicking up to mine. “I want to taste you for a little while first.” He keeps that bright hazel stare pinned on me as he lowers his mouth and nibbles at my inner thigh.

“Feels good, Stud,” I murmur.

“Good. Lie back and enjoy.” I open my mouth to say something and Ran narrows his eyes. “I’m not asking .”

I drop my head back onto the pillow with a moan when his tongue swipes across my hole.

He teases me like that for a while until I’m squirming and whining underneath him.

I get so impatient that he eventually throws his arms over my upper thighs, holding me down so I can’t take more than he wants to give me.

When his tongue finally pushes inside of me, I groan. I assume he’s just going to get me softened up a little and get in there with his fingers. But instead, Ran surprises me, lapping his tongue deeper inside my body, eating me like he’s hungry for the taste of me.

“Oh fuck , Stud,” I murmur. When he slides a finger in along with his tongue, a guttural groan escapes my lips.

He continues tonguing my rim as he works a second finger into me, teasing at the sensation of fullness I’m craving.

When he adds a third finger, my eyelids flutter and I make a needy sound, rocking my hips up to meet the resistance of his knuckles.

As I feel my body yield, I moan in anticipation of what’s coming.

“Aren’t you going to play with yourself?” I open my eyes to find Ran’s gaze on me. My mind is already drifting towards that zone where I’m nothing more than the sum of the sensations coursing through me. Stringing together enough words to form a thought feels like an effort.

“Want me to?”

“Yeah. It’s sexy watching you stroke that big dick.” He flashes me that wide smile that made me fall in love with him, and my belly flutters. Or maybe that’s his fingers. Lowering his gaze, he watches as he rotates his wrist, turning them inside of me.

When I let out a whine, his eyes snap back to my face. “You OK?”

“Yeah — so good.” I reach down and wrap my hand around my cock. There’s already a slick of precum onto my lower belly. My length throbs against my palm when I give myself a squeeze, which pulls a low, hungry sound out of my throat.

After Ran drips lube over my cockhead, he watches me fist it until it’s shiny and swollen in my hand. “Goddamn, Babydoll,” he murmurs. Reaching over, he stacks his hand over mine for a couple of strokes to slick it up before wrapping it around his own dick.

“I fucking love how this piercing looks —I can’t wait to see it all pretty and sparkly after I’ve wrecked your hole,” he says. My whine of anticipation turns into a gasp as Ran withdraws his hand far enough to tuck in his pinky before he enters me again.

“Tell me,” I pant. “Please —wanna hear what you’re going to do to me.”

Ran lets out a dark chuckle that makes my dick leak even more into my hand. “Yeah? You want to hear how I’m going to tear you apart and make you love every second of it?” he purrs, rotating his wrist again with his eyes on my face.

I grunt as the intensity of sensation builds to an incredible fullness inside of me. “Oh — uuungh —please.” My words slur like I’m drunk and my eyelids flutter as I beg for more of his hand inside me, desperate to be destroyed.

Ran gives me that cocky, dominant smirk that always sets me on fire. “Then I’m going to jerk myself off while I watch my sweet, filthy slut play with that wrecked, ruined cocksleeve, right before I shoot my load right inside it.”

That promise together with the sensation of my entrance stretching out to swallow Ran’s knuckles make me writhe. I feel my insides becoming just a vessel for him to open up and use. “Gonna be hot watching you try to push out my come afterwards,” he says in a low growl.

I’m so needy and hungry for it that I’ve abandoned any semblance of words. What’s pouring from my mouth are just animal sounds that would embarrass me if I wasn’t too far gone to give a damn. The knuckle of Ran’s thumb presses against my rim. I exhale a slow, shaky breath and try to relax.

All at once, my body surrenders its final resistance. I feel myself swallow his entire hand. I’m flooded with something that’s not quite pain but feels unlike any pleasure I’ve ever encountered before. His knuckles rub against my prostate with an intensity I never even dreamed possible.

I surrender to the all-encompassing sensation of ultimate submission. It crowds out everything in my consciousness except the feeling of belonging to Ran completely. He rotates his hand inside me, fucking me with it until I come undone.

I draw in breath in long, howling gasps as my dick erupts all over my hand, sobbing out my body’s wordless, animalistic craving for Ran to take me apart, piece by piece — dismantle me, reduce me to scraps, strip away everything but this floating, pulsing ecstasy.

I’m hazily aware that Ran is jerking his own dick rapidly.

His breath is coming hard as he twists his wrist again, withdrawing his hand with a corkscrew motion.

The flash of pain at being stretched by his knuckles collides with the ebbing waves of my orgasm and wrenches a scream from my throat as my cock pulses again.

The sensation of being wholly empty after being completely filled makes my breath catch in my throat.

I hear Ran let out a whine that’s so needy it sounds like he’s in pain.

“Oh God, baby — reach down and touch yourself. I want to see you play with that swollen, fucked-out hole. Tell me what that ruined cunt feels like.”

My eyes widen as I trace my fingers over my obscenely pouting rim. I slide them inside myself without any resistance whatsoever. “Oh my God,” I rasp out a laugh that doesn’t hide my surprise. “It feels so puffy. Is it all red?”

Ran flashes me a Cheshire Cat smile, still pistoning his hand around his cock.

“It’s the fucking prettiest, nastiest shade of pink I’ve ever seen,” he says, his voice hoarse with need.

His expression turns strained, and I know he’s close.

A second later, he throws his shoulders back and locks his hips as his orgasm hits.

I moan when I feel his hot load spilling into my gaped ass. Even though come is still pooled on my belly, my dick twitches at the dehumanizing thought that I’m just a wide-open hole for Ran to empty his balls into.

As soon as he’s milked his cock dry, Ran drops his face back down between my legs. “Try to push it out, doll,” he orders, panting for breath. When I whimper, a wicked smile tugs at his lips.

“God, it’s so hot watching you struggle to control this sloppy, stretched-out gape. You like knowing I’ve wrecked you so badly that if you stood up right now, you wouldn’t be able to stop my load from dripping out of you?”

I whimper again as Ran slips three fingers inside of me with ease. He slides them around my inner walls, coating them in his release. “Tighten yourself around my fingers,” he orders.

The humiliation of not being able to makes my face blaze hot, even as my dick stirs and starts to swell between my legs. Ran chuckles. “You like the way that feels, trying to clench that loose, used-up pussy?”

“Yeah,” I admit.

“Let’s see if your other hole can do any better,” he murmurs.

I feel him curl his fingers, scooping up some of the load he just shot into me.

I part my lips just in time for him to shove those dripping fingers into my mouth.

Lust burns in his eyes as he watches me lick and suck them clean of his release.

“Good girl,” he praises me. I feel like I’m floating, weightless and buoyant, as he brings his other hand to my face and gently strokes my cheek.