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SARIEL

When I wake up, it’s still dark outside. Did I pass out? I’m in Uri’s lake house, in his bedroom. I feel deliciously sore and very well used. And covered in cum. There’s a musky, sweaty smell in the air mixed with Uri’s.

Has he been fucking me all this time? The thought of him doing debauched things to me while I was asleep makes me shiver with desire and annoyance.

I want to remember all the pain and pleasure he gives me, but at the same time, being used when in a vulnerable position like that makes me feel all tingly.

It’s insane what I’ve become and how compatible we are.

The bathroom door opens, and when I blink, Uri is at the foot of the bed.

“Baby Blue,” he says, his voice dropping, snaring all my focus. His gaze is so intense, I can’t take my eyes off it. His attention always feels intoxicating, like I’m the only other person in the room—which I am right now. I wet my lips, my helpless heart hammering in my chest.

Without moving his eyes from my face, he lies on the bed right on top of me—holding his weight on his elbows. Is he gauging my reaction? Like I’d ever say no to him.

His mouth lowers to my neck, and he starts trailing open-mouthed kisses down to my shoulder, where he sucks a mark into my skin. The twinge caused by the suction makes pre-cum form on the tip of my incredibly hard dick.

“I want to sink my teeth into your firm, round, perfect peach of an ass.” Is he asking for my permission? That’s sweet, and so unlike him.

“Cover me in bites. Do whatever you want to me.”

His light brown pools darken as he studies me for a moment. Then he slides down and flips me, doing exactly that. I hiss as he continues to use his teeth on my meaty flesh. He sucks a bruise there too, and another. He makes a trail of them over both my ass cheeks until he stops between them.

“I want to see.” As soon as the words leave my mouth I’m rolled belly up again and my knees and my legs are pushed toward my chest, exposing my hole to him.

My hands are moved to replace his and hold my legs up.

His head shifts back between my thighs until his lips are an inch from my entrance, warm puffs of air fanning over it.

I’m already out of breath, and my pulse is pounding inside my dick.

“Don’t move. Don’t say a word. Don’t come until I say.

” His harsh words compel me to obey. I feel all my nerve endings waking up, and at the same time, my body relaxes for him.

His calm, threatening dominance has such a physical impact on me.

It’s an instinctual response. A submissive one that I suspect only Uri can trigger in me—since I fought like hell against that other dom at the club.

He pulls my cheeks apart and buries his face in my ass, closing his mouth over my hole. I immediately part my legs even further and arch up toward him, offering myself, unable to hold back.

The first flick of his tongue has all thoughts leaving my mind—forever lost. The pleasure is overwhelming. He makes a snarling sound and then lashes at my hole with heavy, fast licks. His hands tightening on my ass cheeks forces them farther apart. I’m drowning in ecstasy.

“The face you’re making is so dirty, Baby Blue.

” He smirks before lowering his head down again.

His lips move against my soaked pucker, making obscene sounds that turn me on even more.

“I’m the only one who will ever fucking see it.

And this gaping, thirsty hole.” He smacks it twice, making my hips jerk up from the bed.

Oh dear God! I’m oversensitive, right on the edge. These new sensations are sending shudders through my body. Then he does more and buries his tongue and face in me, waking up all the nerves surrounding my hole.

“Fuck this ass! I can taste my cum in you.” He moans, like he’s enjoying a delicious dish. “You’re melting on my tongue.”

His hand falls down on my right cheek and thigh. I moan all my bliss as he keeps eating me out and smacking my lower body. My thighs and ass burn, my insides are all wet and filled up. I’m in heaven.

He strokes my burning skin after every slap, as if trying to soothe it, yet the intensity of the slaps never quells. He comforts me with the same hand he uses to hit me. Pleasure and pain are yet again connected.

I’m burning for him inside and outside, whimpering as he tongue-fucks me deeply.

“My Sari likes to have his asshole played with.”

Yes, I do. I do. I want to say, but I’m breathless, chasing that orgasmic release. So close.

“Your hole sucks my tongue like it’s a cock.” I can feel the smile on his lips just before he goes back to work.

The noises coming from me are obscenely loud. But the pleasure is out of this world, and the contrast between the roughness of his stubble and the velvety quality of his tongue turns up the intensity even more.

I cry out as Uri suddenly lifts my hips and flips us. My hands shoot out over the sheets, even though Uri is holding me up effortlessly. My ass is on his face, right on his mouth.

“Ride my face,” he instructs me, sticking his tongue into my eager hole again.

My hips are already shamelessly gyrating and moving against his talented tongue. I fuck myself on it with wild abandon, one of my hands grabbing his dreads, attempting to get him deeper into me, deeper inside my hole.

I feel like I’m poised on the edge of desperation. I sob as I lose sense of time and space, pain and pleasure. I’m falling apart embarrassingly fast. But it’s Uri. Uri. My Uri.

The climax is brutal when it hits. I come with a muffled cry, writhing against his hungry mouth.

I feel a rope of cum hit my chest before Uri takes my dick inside his hot, sucking mouth while his fingers replace his tongue.

My brain feels fried. I shudder with bliss.

I seem to have forgotten how to breathe; my arms are shaking under my weight.

I hear his lips release my shaft with a pop.

And then he rolls me onto my belly and climbs over my body until he sits on my shoulders.

His hand wraps around my neck, forcing my face to the side.

His hard, long, pierced dick is the only thing I can see.

His knees are on both sides of my head, caging me, forcing me down on the bed.

He keeps arousing me to a higher level. But how many levels are there?

“I want your spit on my cock when I plunge into your loose hole.” His filthy talk gets me to yet another level.

He slaps his length on my cheek, the sting erupting on my face makes my lips throb as much as my dick.

Then he rubs the wet tip over my mouth, painting the plump flesh, lingering on the stinging cut on my lower lip—from when the bastard at the club slapped me.

That felt wrong and cringey, not pleasurable at all, I hated every minute of it.

While being cock-slapped by Uri’s dick makes me want to offer the other cheek.

And he knows it, smirking so smugly as he keeps stroking his pierced head over my face.

I stick out my tongue, licking the bead of pre-cum off the tip.

It makes him growl like a wild animal, while I feel empowered.

“Open wide and suck hard,” he orders, just before he pushes it in my mouth—in this position with my head turned to the side, he can’t go very deep.

I swallow and twist my tongue just like he taught me.

I can’t move, and it’s harder to breathe since I’m belly down, pushing on my lungs. That just heightens my pleasure.

“Such a good cock sleeve. Drool for me,” he snarls, mercilessly fucking my face.

I would smile if my lips weren’t stretched to the maximum, and tell him to use me as he pleases if my mouth wasn’t stuffed with dick.

His hand around my throat is loose, only his thumb is pressing on it right where his cock is driving in and out.

His piercing keeps dragging over my tongue, reminding me how good it felt inside my butt.

My sight is turning blurry as my brain is not getting enough oxygen. I’m dizzy now; I feel my eyes are rolling inside my head. Ecstasy hits me hard again as I choke on his dick. Just when I’m about to pass out, he pulls back and dismounts from me.

I find myself in his arms, on my side, my back pressing flush to Uri’s front. Heat radiates from his skin wherever we touch. His body comforting mine. His muscular thigh pressing down on my waist, his forearm around my chest, his fingers playing with my hair.

My mind is still blank as I try to catch my breath. He suddenly spreads the burning flesh of my ass cheeks and thrusts himself inside my sore hole, slamming home. Every inch of me is filled with every inch of him again. Uri is inside me. My only love is in me.

“You’re squeezing me, Christ!” I’m only faintly aware of his words, because the stretch is painful in the most perfect way. His jizz fills me up as he gives a hard thrust, pressing hard and deep, groaning my name. I love this. I will never get enough of him.

“I want to live in your fucking pearly skin. Engrave my name all over your body.” The clear fixation in his voice doesn’t frighten me.

Instead it pushes a sigh of happiness out of my mouth.

I want him to carve my flesh, to leave a permanent mark on me.

Crazy? Maybe, but I don’t care anymore. I just want us to be… us.

He isn’t moving now, but seems content to just be inside me, reaching the deepest part.

His leg feels heavy on my hip. My eyes fall to the tattoos on his thigh.

The date of my birthday in Roman numerals, the name I gave to his first restaurant, Winnie—the cute pet lizard I kept in my bedroom until it escaped—even the x-ray of my heart which I took for a high-school science project.

I feel tears fill my eyes. I would have told him how I felt if I had seen them. Because these tattoos are like a confession, not of his love but of his everlasting, unchangeable, and undying obsession with me. Why did he hide them from me?