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“Just fuck me already,” he whines, pushing his ass back.

“I decide when I fuck you.” I need to remind him who’s in control here.

He suddenly straightens and turns his head, just enough that his lips can suck hard on the base of my throat, no doubt leaving a hickey. That annoys me as much as it arouses me. He’s so fucking unpredictable. He humped that twink a few minutes ago, and now he marks me with his mouth? When I see the bruise in the mirror tomorrow, I’ll remember this moment. His erotic moans, the smoothness of his shoulder against me, the smell of cum in the air, his stubble scratching my skin.

He pulls back and bites my chin with a glower on his face. “I swear to Satan that I’ll kick your balls back inside you before finding somebody who’s actually salivating at the idea of fucking me.”

I groan. He grunts back.

“Try me.” His challenge unleashes something inside me. He’s talking to me like I’m not two seconds away from fucking him.

I grab him by his neck again and pull him flush against me, my shirt-clad chest to his back. Ramiel’s hair smells damn divine, and his ass is grinding back against my raging hard-on as he sighs in bliss.

I slide the lace aside and line my cock up once again with his hole. “We both know that this?” And I slam it all the way in with one ruthless thrust. Ramiel takes it with a loud cry while I growl in bliss. “It’s the only cock that can give you want you want.” Another hard thrust. And another.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Can’t fucking stop or slow down. He feels so fucking amazing, clenching all around my dick.

All men have an asshole, but only the best bottoms have a good pussy. And fuck, this is the best cunt I’ve ever fucked.

Our bodies move in sync. A perfect rough dance. I shove inside, and he takes it all and pushes back, constricting his walls every time I leave his hot, tight, hungry hole.

“You love to be used,” I rumble in his ear, taking a big gulp of his fresh scent into my lungs. “Are you one of those guys assuming the position in front of the hole in public bathrooms?”

“Fuck you!” he slurs, but his tightening cunt just confirms how much he likes to be roughed up when I fuck him.

“Like the idea of getting rammed by every willing raw cock, Red?”

He moans. I let go of his neck to grab his panties again.

“How about my Black cock? You’ve never had one this thick. This long. I get it so fucking deep, where no one has ever been.” I like that idea. Too much.

He seems to like it too. I stop my thrusts since Ramiel is riding me like a pro, and use my hold on the lace and his wrists to guide his bouncy ass back.

I fucking love the sound of hard flesh smacking wet flesh. So damn hot.

“That twink would have given two pumps before coming in this hot fucking paradise.” The thought of Art inside Ramiel makes me buck my hips again and speed up the rhythm to a powerful drilling.

“Holy shit. Holy… Yes!” he screams.

“I take it your cunt feels good?” I keep the tempo, starting to feel my balls draw up. I push him down, bending him over and sticking his ass out.

He breathes out some incomprehensible words in response as I bounce him like a rag doll.

“You like when I call your fuck hole a cunt?”

“C-call it whatever you want.” He stops to let out a filthy sound. “Just keep fucking it.” He turns his head, his eyes go to my mine and then fall on my chest where the Henley has risen over my slightly round belly. He looks so fucking hypnotized by it.

“Goddammit!” His hole is strangling me now. “I’m going to seed this pussy so full, your belly will get round.”

His eyes roll back as I rail his abused hole. I’m mesmerized by how receptive Ramiel is. He looks utterly lost in pleasure.

I let go of his panties as I grab his cock in a tight grip and start jerking him off. It’s hard and smooth, shorter than mine and less thick, but damn it feels nice in my hand…and would in my mouth too.