Summary: This is as close as I am gonna get to a crackfic 😅🤏🏿
Hugh sucked in a deep breath as his toes curled against the crumpled sheets. He shut his eyes tight once he bottomed out. "Oh fuck, Petey", he whimpered, teeth gritted as he fisted the sheet until his knuckles were dusty.
Peter was still as he was buried to the hilt inside his friend. His eyes were shut tight, breathing heavy as he tried to come to terms with the tightness. He stared down at Hugh's back, the arch deep despite him being on his stomach. His face was buried in the sheets but he could hear his sounds of discomfort.
"Everything okay?"
He didnt reply at first, sucking in lung fulls of ear. "Mhmm", Hugh grunted from beneath him, "I'm good", he offered clenching around him sporadically.
They made for a site. They had skipped school that day, feigning sickness to come back to Peter's for down time. This truly couldn't be what his mom had in mind when she picked them up.
Peter and Hughe were stripped down to their shirts and socks. Peter's pants had been stripped entirely, his shoes still on as he pumped his hips into Hughe, his own pants pushed down to his knees as he took it from behind.
Peter's thrusts were deep but steady, his thumb carressed his bare hip, rubbing circles in the warm brown flesh before digging his fingers into it. His friend was on his stomach, his legs out flat as Peter was blanketed over him, his full body covering his. Their legs intertwined, Peter's panting and labored breath unwelcomed music to Hughes ears.
He didn't particularly mind when Peter wanted to experiment like this, not even when he had to "be the girl". His 8 inch cock filled him up in ways his fingers couldn't, nor could Peter's. He would prefer to be ontop or riding however. Peter was always thinking with his dick and Hughe was highly aware of his friend's inability to pull out.
Judging by how Peter was mumbling and cursing as he rolled his hips into his, he had to have been close to cumming.
"P- peter", he started, "D- don't cum in me", he told him between moans, not wishing to get too carried away. The last thing he wanted to do was clean it out of himself and Peter wouldn't be on use at all.
Peter didn't respond the first time and he had repeated himself, "Y- yeah I hear you", he grunted, continuing his humping. He was intranced by the site of his hole taking in his beefy length, swallow the length of him before squeezing around it as he pulled out.
"Petey, I'm serious, don't cum in me", he threatened. He had a feeling he wasnt lostening to him on purpose and it was only proven when he didn't slow down, but instead picked up his pace.
He tried to sit up, but two hands were pressed to his shoulders blades, keeping him pinned down. He groaned as he felt his weight under his hands, forcing him into the sheets.
He reached back to hit him, "Peter! I said get the fuck off me!", he cursed aloud, not caring anymore as he Panicked. He struggled to scratch or push him away to no evil, he felt like a bug trapped under his thumb. He clenched nervously around him, trying to wiggle his hips away.
Peter ignored his pleas and begs to cum on him, anywhere but inside him. He shot him down with a snort, pointing out why it mattered. 'Not like you can get pregnant'.
Hughes blood ran cold at that. Peter roughly spread his legs apart with his own, putting his hand in the back as he fucked into him at an even deeper and harder angle.
Hugh bit his lip to muffle his cries. He was hitting the bottom of his stomach with each thrust. His prostate was abandoned yet abused as he stabbed into his belly with his dick. He counted down the moments until he was finished; he would kill him.
He laid there, teeth breaking the skin of his lip and practically suffocating under the weight of the rapid dog in rut the was mounting him.
"I- I'm almost there!", he grunted, pace staggered as he approached his peak, "You feel so good- oh shit!"
Next thing he knew, Peter halted and he could feel the warm liquid flooding his insides. He was frozen as he was overwhelmed in every sense of the word. His hole tingle and spasmed violently as Peter continued to pump his hips, his cum coating his dick as he sucked him through his nut. He was helpless as Peter fucked him like any other selfish lover would.
The bastard had the nerve to moan his name as he pumped his spunk inside him, mumbling about how he couldn't help himself as he wiped his sweaty forehead. 'Couldn't help it my ass.', he rolled his eyes. He wanted Peter off of him now. He was gonna kick his ass and kill him, order pending.
"Hughey, what is going on up here? I hear yelling -", suddenly the bedroom door opened and Peter's brother's screams filled the second level.
Summary: Just some Enemies to Lovers with some forced proximity but throw in a little toxicity and cheating from Euphoria, but not from our leads. Aftermath of the breakup of not only a couple, but a friend ship....and a long tense drive home.
"This is all your fault!"
Aradia scoffed from the passenger seat, "My fault?", he started incredulously, nails against his chest, "Boy fuck you!", he spat towards the Latino in the driver's seat.
Tate growled, forcing his gaze to stay on the road as he glared back at his companion, "Dios mio!No me busques porque me encuentras", he rambled on as they sped down the empty dark roads.
"Say the shit in English, I dare you", the femme boy quipped with a sharp tongue, "you ain't slick, I understood every word." If he thought he would talk shit about him and make threats in another language he had another thing coming.
It was Tate's turn to kiss his teeth, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
Aradia snorted, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. "That's what I thought."
They sat in silence after that, the tension thick enough to fill the void. There was no need for words. They both welcomed it, the black boy shifting closer to the car door to put as much distance between them as possible. He ignored the larger boys huffed, looking amout the window at the trees in the darkness.
Aradia couldn't believe how terrible this weekend had gone. His bff and Tate's girlfriend, Maddie, had brought him along to her family's cabin in the woods to help prepare for her folks the following days, but things had not gone as planned.
Aradia had apparently been withholding a secret and could not help, but share it. That, infold, led to Aradia telling Tate which led to him confronting Maddie. She had immediately blown up on Aradia and it was chaos from there.
Aradia pinched his forehead, feeling a migraine forming from the stress of it all. The weight of his friends secret and his morals had already been heavy on him, but the entire situation made him feel icky. He had not wanted to tell Tate, having been pressured after one of her flings had slid in his dm's and he claimed to "just be curious".
"Why did you have to go and fuck everything up", he mewled, dragging his head up on a swivel to face him.
Tate had hit the breaks, their bodies lurching at the sudden force save for their seatbelts. "You were the one who fucking snitched on her."
Once Aradia heartbeat had slowed, he glowered at him, "Forgive me for having morals. Should've let her continue dogging your ass out", he smarted viciously.
Tate through his head back, resting it against the steering wheel, "You couldn't wait until we left her cabin? You got morals, but you ain't got no damn brain, el stupido?"
Aradia bit his tongue, lacking a reply. Did he tell him? Yes, but at the expense of causing the biggest fight he'd had the displeasure of being in. The police were called and Maddie kicked them out in the middle of nowhere in another fucking state. That is how he ended up in his current situation and to make matters worse, Tate wasn't even in his Top 10 *Least* Hated Person List.
Tate assumed his silence was out of lack of rebuttal, "What I thought, shut your mouth", he grumbled as he continued driving
"Hey, it ain't my fault you suck in bed!", he knew it was a weak reply, but he did not want to be left speakless for a third time.
Tate looked at him with low eyes, an unconvinced look on his face, "You and I both know that's a lie. I know for a fact she told you about our sex life."
Aradia wouldn't deny him that, Maddie knew how to pick them. He was a more than decent looking guy, rich family and she was the opposite of shy about what they got up to in private; wasn't really his fault she was a two-faced slut. "Either way, obviously wasn't that good cause she fucked somebody else", Aradia struck low, so low he could feel the flames lapping at his feet. Too soon; way too soon. Especially for someone without a car.
Tate was silent for a long moment, blinking at him with befuddlement. Aradia broke his gaze, looking at his lap under the weight of his gaze. The blonde finally looked away, letting out a grunt before starting the car again.
Little did Aradia know, Tate was wishing he could put him out on the side of the road.
* * * * * *
One fucking bed.
There was one fucking bed.
Neither voiced their distain at the circumstances, either wanting to be told to sleep on the floor. They were both clearly upset about earlier and hadn't spoken since they arrived at the hotel. Not even as Tate begrudgingly paid for the room, only a murderous look on his face as he allowed Aradia to drag his own suitcase inside. They both possibly held the opportunity to take long showers, sleep off the days and wake up with a fresh start, that is, until Aradia opened his fat mouth.
"Guess you sleeping on the floor, eh", he mocked, moving around him, bumping his shoulder before shoving his duffle bag on the floor as he went to put down his own things.
Suddenly, a rough hand wrapped around his forearm and he was yanked back. He felt Tate's firm chest against his back, his breath hot against his neck, "Keep fucking with me", he hissed, kissing his teeth, "I already said I ain't in the mood."
Aradia jerked his arm free, "Boy bye, whatever", he grabbed his stuff and went in the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Tate was such an inconsiderate asshole. Did he ever stop to think about how he felt or anything? He had lost someone he considered his friend. He didn't appreciate the transphobic and racial slurs she threw at him either. There was definitely no going back for them. In a way, she was really toxic and he was excited to move on and cut ties with the two. He was sick of putting up with the elitism, the snobbery, all of it.
After showering for as long as he could before Tate was beating on the door, complaining about the hot water. He got dress in a pair of naruto lounge shorts and a Dragon Ball Z tee. He tugged his cloth shorts down over his butt as he paddled over to his suitcase. Tossing his belongings inside, he glanced at the bed where Tate had jumped to his feet. All he had told himself went out the window when he saw his face harden. He couldn't help the empathy that ebbed through him.
"Look man, I'm sorry 'bout what I said earlier", Aradia offered, in an attempt to gain his attention. When he turned his head slightly in his direction signaling he had his attention, he continued his speech, "It was uncalled for; I know you probably ain't in the best mood and I should cut you some slack. It has been a long and hard day for the both", he sat down on the bed, lowering his own guard first, "No reason to fight and bicker with eachother right now, right?"
The smile and hand he offered remained ignored and unreturned as he glowered. Tate found his face falling as he gripped his possessions in hand and marched to the bathroom. He didn't spare him another glance before disappearing inside and slamming the door roughly behind him.
It was quiet in the hotel room an hour later, Tate had since abandoned his santuary that was the shower as quiet as when he entered. The only thing filling the silence now was the random show playing on the TV. Aradia had yet to speak since he was last shot down and made the collective decision to pay him dust. He kept his back to it all, watching seven deadly sins on his phone, absorbed in characters and colors; he was resigned to this until they got back home. So much so, he hadn't noticed Tate staring at his back, nor when the TV had been muted over his air pods.
He thought nothing of it as Tate shifted on the bed. He chanced a glance back over his shoulder to see him tossing his sleep shirt onto the floor. Realizing he was now shirtless, Aradia Spun back around. He cursed to himself, realizing he had been caught staring. Not that he had to admit it or anything; Tate was a smug jerk.
He willed himself to relax again, snuggling back into his assigned side of the bed and rewinding his show for a part he'd missed. That waa when he had first felt it. Tate had violated the boundary set between them, he body heat closer to him than he permitted. He could feel the mattress dipping under their shared weight, the heat of his body radiating against his back. The room was already a touch too warm, their lengthy showers leaving a sweltering heat in the air that made Aradia want to push the sheets and his bedmate away.
He fidgetted quietly, trying to shift closer to the beds edge when he was yanked back by a strong force. He let out a sound of surprise as he found tan hands under the sheets.
Then he felt something else, his leg against the back of his calf. Aradia ignored his leg hair tickling his calf. He played coy to his needling, instead raising his phone higher to allow him to see, pulling out his airpods and putting them back in the case. He could barely reach the nightstand to put them on before returning to his new position as they resumed the episode. He assumed he had been satiated as his hands settled on him, but not moving.
That when he first felt it.
Hot and stiff against his hip.
It was his dick, no confusing it. Not when it was so clearly erect against him. Hands that were once stagnant began feeling him up from behind, rubbing against him. He could feel his shorts bunching up as he rutted against him.
Aradia scoffed at the audacity of it all, "Really? Just broke up with your girlfriend and already moving in on her friend", he scolded dryly, pushing his wandering hand away. 'Leave it to him to think with his dick!'
It was Tate's turn to snort, "Ex- girlfriend and ex- friend", he corrected, making him growl.
Aradia didn't have time for Tate and his shenanigans, "Stop it!", he chastized with a huff, "Quite it! I'm not playing with yo ass Tate. You not funny!", he hissed angrily, "I'm serious!"
Aradia thrashed and fidgetted against him but was denied when he gripped his waist and brought him flush against him. He could feel his dick print clear as day now and the heat of his breath returned, "You always think I'm playing with you", he muttered, "Tell me, does this feel like a game?" He had began kissing on his neck, nipping as he grinded against him.
Aradia was still having trouble processing it all, the sensations too much alongside Tate's complete lack of verbal and social ques. He sqealed when he felt something wet on his neck, "OMG! Like get yo tongue-", his mouth was like a starving leech, licking, sucking and biting.
"Ah", he yelped, his teeth on his pulse point. Like a true Achilles heel, he began to crumble under his abuse, despite how he thrashed.
Aradia could feel his blood warming, his dick getting harder despite his own best efforts. He couldn't believe his body would betray him too, "I swear, can't even apologize to you", he whined with lips pouted, "g- give you an inch and- "
"Oh I'm gonna give you more than that", Tate corrected ominously, his hand sliding around him and into his shorts, wrapping around him.
He bucked against his hand, gasping at the firm grip he had on him. He had his dick in his head. It was only then he realized Tate was not bluffing him. "Oh you trying to fuck-me fuck-me, on some homo shit", he mocked crudely only to involuntarily buck into his hand as he stroked him.
Aradia struggled to keep his eyes open as Tate jerked him off. He had already been pent up because of the trip and Tate's hand felt so good wrapped around him.
Then he was mouthing on his neck again and Tate never thought hearing a man pant would be so erotic. He trembled as he thumbed his tip, tracing down his shaft as he flicked his wrist. Aradia's breath hitched as his knees clamping together.
Tate easily pried them open again, rough pads moving down to his balls, fingertips grazing his perineum and noting his shiver before he cupped his balls in his hand. "You like that, don't you?", he purred, continuing to fap him.
Tate loved how he melted under his touch, "You so damn fine, Aradia. Shit, can't ever get a break", he grunted against his throat.
His hands found the hem of his sleep shirts and you stripped them from him with one hand.he moved under his shirt, cold hands under his shirt and traveling over his chest and nipples. Tate took his full pecs in his hands, almost overflowing in his palms, "Fuck, need a bra for these puppies", he grumbled, mouth moistening as he thought of wrapping his mouth around them.
He hissed when he rolled a bud between his fingers, "St- stop playing with my n- nips, you p- per- ah!", he was heavy handed at his pinching and pulling, making him moan.
"Shut up", he grunted.
Aradia tried to ignore him, eyes closing shut tight as he prayed for it to end sometime soon. His knees had began to shake again, his exogenous zone being abused by the bald headed brute. All as Tate rutted against him pulling his own mix of grunts and whimpers of pleasure.
His head thrashed to and fro as his course finger pads rubbed around his nipple, then circling in and pinching it slightly.
Tate tugged his wavy cap aside to exspose his throat, gnawing on his neck as he fondled him. Aradia felt so good in his hands, just like he knew he would be. A challenge no doubt, but something to soothe his bruised heart...and maybe his blue balls.
He released his chest and brought his fingers to his mouth, "Suck em", he hissed against his throat, forcing them passed his lips. Aradia sucked on them obediently, lapping his pointer and middle finger as he stabbed between his pursed lips, massaging the flat of his tongue before pulling them out.
He wiped his face against the pillow as Tate's hand found his rim between his heavy cheeks. He jolted, pucker tensing momentarily before relaxing and tilting his hips for a better angle. He held his breath for him to penetrate him but he didn't, instead just carressing his entrance and his perineum.
"Fucking tease", he threw back over his shoulder.
Aradia wiggled his left arm free, reaching back between to feel him himself. He had always been curious of how much exactly the latino was packing.
His hand found his side and then he moved down and, "Oh fuck"
The blonde chuckled smugly behind him, "You want it?", he queried guiding his hand to better run his hand over him.
Fuck he was packing.
He didnt even know what to say, "T- tayyyy", he panted and cursed as Tate continued to fondle him.
"Shut your fucking mouth for once", he gritted thrusting harder into his fist.
Aradia dug his teeth into his bottom lip, doing as told.
His eyes fell shut as he pumped his fist around him. He could hear Tate grunted in his ear as his pressed his ass against his dick print. He sounded whorish and he loved it. He didnt think before spread his thighs and reached back between his own legs and find the opening of his boxers
He choked, "Oh shit it's big. It's so fucking big!"
Those words were like a trigger as Tate manhandled him over the hotel mattress, forcing him on his belly and knees, spreading his butt cheeks. His large thumb hooked on his panties and pulled them aside to reveal his smooth pucker.
Aradia steeled his nerves as he felt him move behind him as he got out of the bed and towards his bag, watching him tear open a fresh box of condoms, more than likely for his getaway with his girlfriend. He could see his dick now. It was beautifully colored, tan and thick with a fat rosy pink tip and a curve to it. He was gonna fuck him up alright.
Aradia hated that he thought about Maddie. He was gonna fuck her boyfriend. Ex but boyfriend, no less. He doubted she saw this coming when she sent them off in a ferocity into the night.
He decided that, under different circumstances he would've given her the courtesy, but they weren't friends and he doubted they'd come back around after this.
Aradia relaxed as he returned, shoving a pillow under his own hips, his ass raised and his face in his folded hands as he waited for him. He cringed as he felt a gunk of liquid on his rim, "Ew, nigga, did you just spit on me?"
SMACK
He didn't get an answer, instead his heavy hand coming down like lightning on his ass. Aradia didn't even have time to react outside a cry before Tate licked a fat strip across his hole.
He trembled as he lapped his rim again and again. He struggled to pull his face from the sheets, breath heavy as his beard assualted his moistured skin, "D- didn't know you ate ass, ah!",
SMACK
He struggled against his hands on his hips. He fidgetted at the burning stinge spreading over his ass. He recieved little reprieve from the pain before both hands came down on his ass, pushing them together against his face as he ate him out.
Tate licked at his rim. His tongue stiffened and curled as he poked and prodded him before stabbing inside and widening his tongue against his walls.
Aradia fisted the sheets as he moved back on his face, chasing his tongue before attempting to run when his teeth found his rim.
Then Tate was moving behind him and he heard the foil packet rip open. Aradia couldn't help but flinch, his hole clenching nervously as he swayed on his knees.
Guilt and fear started to bubble in his gut. This was his last chance to back out. Well, his very last chance to atleast.
He had tensed in his anxiety, flinching involuntarily when Tate's hands found his hips. He knew Tate felt it but he refused to acknowledge.it.
"G- go slow Tae", he managed, weary of his loving tactics.
Tate snorted, "I will", he rushed offhandlely, more interested in how he would go about breaching him hole. The pink inner walls were calling his name as he spread his cheeks and passage.
He went to press forward only to be stopped by his hand on his wrist, "I- I'm serious, I don't want to get hurt", he had torn and bled dealing with trade once upon a time and the parallels had him fearful. It would be embarrassing to start crying infront of Tate. It would be a nightmare for him to hurt him on purpose and revel in it.
The bigger man paused. Aradia Was actually worried he put him off all together as he removed himself from his hold.
His worry was peaked as Tate's hand moved under his right arms and around his neck to press himself flush against his naked body. He could feel his dick, thick and hard between his ass and against his lower back. God he was gonna fuck him so good; he could practically taste it.
'Eat your heart out, Maddie'
He was lulled by the spanish mumblings of his lover- sweeter this time- as he pumped his hips slowly against him. Aradia whimpered, baring his throat from him.
"I'm not", he drawled out long and low, hot breath ghosting as he kissed up his neck.
* * * * * *
Aradia shook as he fisted the bedsheets, shaking at the pressure iside him, "O- oh f- fuck", he mewled, clenching around Tate's length and attempting to not burst at the seam. He didn't know how he took it, but he didn't know how would survive it fucking him.
Tate pressed against his back, squeezing his hip as he blanketed his body over his, "That's a good 'Oh fuck' ?", he questioned, glee mingling in his voice.
He could barely force a grimace with him so deep inside him, "Mhm?", he admitted, biting his lip to distract from the pressure and stretch of his dick inside him, "Ah!", his hips jumped.
Tate was buried to the hilt and then some. Fuck wasn't it glorious. He already knew it was gonna be good. So so good.
"Lay down", Tate grunted behind him, "you'll need to be relaxed" he said, abgentle hand to his neck before trailing down his back to hold his hip.
Aradia turned his head to look back at him, glaring in the darkness,"you did not just say that to me." He couldn't help but get zesty with him, even with his dick tapping his gut. He could barely suck in air with his cock taking the space from his lungs. He was trembling around him.
Tater shrugged, "Suit yourself."
He had then yanked the pillow from under him, yanking his him onto his knees by the hips and kicking them apart.
Aradia huffed in aggravation, growing annoyed and impatient. He had just been about to complain when he had pulled out about 1/3 and drove back home hard. And then he felt hid body blanket his own, his biceps bracketing his body against the bed.
He was so close.
"You like that?", Tate huffed, his breath scalding against his temple.
It was not like Aradia had been able to lie anyway. Nor did he attempt to; not with him pressing against that spot that made him warm. "F- fuck Tate!", he cried out went Tate drove in deep again.
The latino gazed hungrily at where they connected, his supple brown ass jiggling and squeezing his dick in he wished he could see clearer. He would settle for using his digits, his thumb pressing against his puffy rim. Aradia lurched as he felt his anus pucker, his name leaving his lips again; this time lower...rawer
Oh he wanted it bad and Tate was gonna make sure he wouldn't wanna be without his dick when he was done with him he'd make sure of it. "Yeah that's right, say my name, slut", he started, getting straight into the dirty talk as he picked up speed, a deep line set in his brow.
Aradia sobbed as he felt him in his stomach, "I ah I- I'm not ah mhm sl- slut", he slurred, eyes rolling back as his hips pounded away without mercy. He was so big and hot. He was still so tight, his walls stretching and burning at the strain of he forced his body to accommodate him.
The blonde tsked mockingly, "You're my slut", he corrected, and pressed a large hand into his spine, putting an arch into his back. He could feel Aradia fight it under his touch, "arch that back for papi", he demanded in a slow long voice, rolling his hips in a way that surely had Maddie floaty and willing to do whatever his freak ass wanted.
And he was not wrong.
His words went straight to Aradia's cock, his hole clenching around him in eagerness. He quickly gave to his request, his spine giving way at his bequest. And once he had assumed position, Tate wasted no time searching for that spot.
Not that Aradia's volume hadn't been hint enough.
"Oh God, d- don't stop. S- so f- fucking deep T- Tate! Sh- shit!", he swore as buried sounds in his pillow, his bonnet sliding off his head and out of mind.
Tat would no doubt be pissed tomorrow but at the moment all he could focus on was the sound of cheeks clapping as the headboard hit the wall repeatedly. Tate's iron clad grip knotted in shirt as he pounded into him with no option for escape. He eyes tried and failed to see straight as they rolled back, "F- fuck papi...d- don't stop.", he begged through moans.
Then Tate was pulling him close again and he felt they would melt together. "No te preocupes, no lo haré. Mira como te contagias para mi." His voice was so low and rough; it was liquor sex in Aradia's ears. He cried out, his head fallen back against the cradle of his chest. [Don't worry, I won't . Look how you spread for me.]
His lover continued to pepper pecks on his neck, going for his lips only for Aradia to keep breaking it, burying his face in the pillow.
Tate suddenly pulled out, making Aradia release a choked sound. Doubly prouduced as he was rolled onto his stomach before he was onto of him and kissing him. He gripped his chin as he thrusted his tongue in his mouth.
Then he really started moving and Aradia could barely stay on for the ride. The first thrust had sent him scrambling, his fingers going to Tates shoulders, not pushing but barely braced. That wasn't until the next thrust
Then Tate was pinning him down, folding his body as he pleased, his rough hands lacing with his as he drove back in for a home run.
The blonde watched the entry with amazemnt, eyes blown as he looked at his hips flushed against his ass. He took him so good and he said so too, "Just sucking me in. No hands."
Aradia titled up his hips, pushing against his thrusts. He was so long and thick, filling him in way that he only could describe as "dick-a-matized". He moaned at the weight of Tate ontop of him, his face in his neck as he fucked into him.
"Take it baby, that's it. Fuck you feel so good", he coached, fucking him through th strain and stretch.
"U- uh huh", he would elaborate further if he wanted, anything so long as he kept going. He was being to lose his grasp on the human language; all his words the same blanketed beneath the muffled white noise and wet slapping.
Tate revealed in it, ego stroked with ever stroke of his hips. Who was he to know that he could've shut Aradia up like this? A cockslut just like a homegirl. It was poetic, more erotic really.
He was taking him so damn good. The way his full pecs bounced, swollen from his teasing mouth. He loved how his long sharp nails would dig into his back and chest, the sting a delicious fuel to drive him deeper, reaching the deepest parts of Aradia with his cock.
He wanted to get all up in his guts.
"Fuck, you're fucking me so good", Aradia whined, head falling back as he shuddered against him, his arms scrambling and scraping around his shoulder and torso.
"Thats right", Tate panted, purring hot expletives in his ear, "Keep telling me how much you love my verga", he husked with an animal like growl.
"Fuck you're gonna make me cum", Aradia withered, his dick dripping and staining the sheets beneath him in a filthy sensation, "h- hitting my spot so hard!", he was gonna cum so hard. He could feel it tickling the back of his eyes.
Her barely managed a whimper as he was hosged onto his knees by the throat, his knees falling apart and his legs spreading wide like a gate.
Tate growled low and rough in his ear, "This ass is mine now, "
Aradia didn't disagree, "Uh uh uh.", he succeeded.
Tate's fist tightened around his throat, "Tell me who's ass this is", he hissed in his ear.
"It's your Tate. All yours papi! Fuck yes!", he grappled lustfully, eyes fluttered as he squeezed around his angry length, chain hanging over him as he watch his face as he fucked him. His blue eyes were so hard, peiricing him just as deep as him dick and without reprieve.
Pink lip wet and puffy from his tongue and teeth. Tate found himself fantasize about chewing on that lip, to bite down and see if he'd feel it. His tongue lapped at his own as he stared at his with half open eyes.
He watched through a haze of pleasure as he fucked him. He pressed his lips into a line and hardened his brow before he was on fucking him again. His cock was balls deep inside him, his meaty dick pressed against his prostate and throbbing in a way that made Aradia feel as if his blood were lava.
A sudden sensation ran through him, from his belly, up his spine and down to the tips of his toes. Both chilling and electric as his toes had curled, his abdomen tensing as electricity ran down to the tips of his toes. At that moment, cum spurted from his cock in thick ropes, his toes curling painfully as he continued to fuck him.
Tate sat up, adjusting his grip on his thighs as he splayed his legs apart, despite how his limbs trembled under his palms. His lip was curled in a snarl, "Couldn't even wait for me", he sneered slamming in deep and rough.
"Aye! T- Tea-"
Aradia was givien no reprieve as he hammered into him until he himself was cumming. Even then he had not lipped off or reprimanded him, disolved into a fit of hissing and grunts that be resulted in his fingers stuffed in his mouth before he came deep inside him.
He couldn't ignore how utterly filthy he felt. His sausage finger pressed against his tongue, his throat straining from how his fingers fucking them. Spit and sweat dribbling down his face and down his chest to mix with his own cum. He could feel Tate's cum seeping out of their connected bodies and onto the damp and crumpled sheets.
Tate had slutted him out and Aradia couldn't for the life of him find a single fuck to give about.
In his lap after they cum, panting and melting against eachother. The air conditioner choosing this moment to start to life, humming in the corner.
Aradia had shivered from different reasons however as Tate peppered kisses all over his nape and neck. His thumb traced his bruising flank and hip. He could still feel him throbbing inside him as he laid them on the bed, his front pressed to his back.
He had maneuvered them to a dry spot before before he pulled out. He swore at Aradia's reaction, his pucker still gaping and overestimated. He fucked him good.
He tied off the condom and tossed it in the bathroom trash.
Tate didn't say it out loud, but this more than made up for being cheated on.
Mickey tapped vigorously on the steering wheel, his eyes peeling over the fields as he drove. 'Come on, come on. Where is it?' He glanced at his GPS again, "It says 0.3 miles but I don't see anything!", he groaned aloud until his eyes crossed over a sign.
Hubb's Auto repairs
Mickey cheered behind the wheel, pulling over into the garage. Once he turned off and got out the car, his excitement ended. The parking lot was empty safe for some old broken down cars everywhere. Although the garage doors were open, there didn't seem to be anyone inside; only more car parts scattered.
Nevertheless, Mickey continued to move towards the garage cautiously, looking around at all the car parts and tools everywhere, but not seeing a single person anywhere.
"Hello? Anyone here?", he called out, wincing as his voice echoed off the high walls. 'This is exactly what those horror movies look like', he thought, considering running back to his car and driving off as fast as he could. He was suddenly surprised by a loud voice.
"We're closed!", a deep voice bellowed from somewhere he couldn't identify in the large building.
Mickey didn't try to locate the voice, cursing under his breath, "Please, can you help me?", he begged, "It shouldn't take long! I'll pay anything, I'm begging." Any man who was too proud to beg, clearly didn't have a momma he loved dearly and wanted to see.
He held his breath for the long stretch of silence that followed, "Fine! Bring her in!", they grunted and the sound of steps followed.
Mickey was practically jumping for joy as the man came into view, "Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are a-."
Mickey froze at the sight of the attractive man, "I- I uh", he stammered nervously as he looked over the Greek God before him. His eyes trailed down his strong neck and the muscles of his arms bulging as they were crossed over his broad chest to the nametag of his monkey-suit that read Knox.
Mickey was pulled from his ogling by the man clearing his throat.
He looked back up to find Knox staring at him with unamused eyes, wiping the grease from his hands, "Are you gonna bring 'er in or are you gonna stare at me the whole time", he asked with a thick southern drawl on his tongue. He stuffed the rag in his back pocket, looking the ebony man over as well, "Not that I mind it from such a pretty thang", he added with a wink.
Mickey's cheeks were burning before, but now they were scorching. His mouth was open, trying to come up with anything he could say. What would he say? What could he say?
"I- I uh...", he pointed a finger over his shoulder, "gonna get tha car n- now", with that, he turned on his heels rushing to his car.
When he brought up his car, Knox had a clipboard in his hand which he scribbled on as he told him what was wrong with his car. Mickey would be lying if he said he kept his eyes glued to the floor as he spoke. Knox was so good-looking, staring at him made him short circuit and he needed to focus so he could get to his momma.
"Name?"
Mickey frowned, not catching what he said, "Huh? What was that?", he asked him, forcing himself to look up.
Once again he smiled as if he knew something that Mickey didn't, "As much as I prefer my names for ya, it'd be good to have your real name for the paperwork", he explained, gesturing to the clipboard in his hand.
"Oh uh I'm Mickey", he squeaked, scolding himself a second later, "I mean M- Mickey O'Mailey, my daddy's daddy was Irish", he blurted out in a rush. He couldn't help it, he rambled when he was nervous and this guy made him very nervous.
"Say it again."
Mickey frowned at the sudden shift, his voice harder, "Huh?", before he knew it the metal of his car against his back where Knox had him pinned with his body.
His dark eyes stared right through his soul, "Say it again, sugar. You know what I mean."
"M- my daddy's d- daddy?", he practically whispered the last words, his body almost trembling.
Knox let out a shuddered breath, biting his lip, "It sounded so good, I had to hear it again", he inhaled deeply as if he could smell the sexual frustration dripping off of him.
Mickey stepped back from him, his head dropped in embarrassment.
"Oh now don't go all shy on me, let me see those cute little braces, sweetheart", Mickey flushed at the comment, but couldn't help but smile, "that's better."
Without any warning, Knox pulled his arms out his monkey suit, tying the sleeves around his waist. As innocent as the action seemed to be, Mickey had to prop his head in his hands to keep his jaw from dropping and drool leaking out.
The mechanic was oblivious to the reaction he caused, getting to work on the car. He jacked up the car and slid underneath with his tool box not far behind.
"So, what brings you here to North Carolina?", he asked much to Mickey's surprise. He though he was just gonna work on the car and he would just stand there for an hour.
"My uh", Mickey cleared his throat before he continued, his eyes trailing down his exposed lower half, "uh mom. I came down to visit her; she just moved back here after she retired", he gulped as Knox adjusted his (you know what) casually, "She uh gr- grew up around here."
It was quiet for a moment before he spoke again, coming out to grab a different tool, "So a momma's boy and a daddy's boy, huh? Good to know", he teased, shooting him a million dollar smile from under the car.
They sat in silence after that as Knox did God knows what under his car. Instead of just staring at his legs the whole time, Mickey busied himself on his phone, listening to music as he waited.
About thirty or forty-five minutes later, Knox had come from underneath his car. He wiped the grease from his hands, absent-mindedly twisting the rag around his fingers. Mickey didn't know he was watching him until he looked up and locked eyes with him. Knox didn't look away when he saw him, instead staring at him, head titled to the side with intrigue. He was staring at him like he had the next episode of Doom Patrol broadcasted on his forehead.
To say he was uncomfortable was an understatement, "Is there uh...you need something?", he asked him, lips pressed together nervously. He wished he would just open his mouth and say whatever was on his mind because this was not the tea at all.
The dark haired man chuckled warmly at that, sexy smirk tugging on his lips as he tucked his rag into his back pocket, "Are you attracted to me?"
"Uh...." Mickey was flabbergasted, he didn't even know how to respond to that.
Knox seemed prepared for his shock at the confrontation. "Cause I am attracted to you and would like to know if ya feel the same way?", he asked once again, this time slower as to make sure he got it through his pretty little head.
Mickey forced himself to breath, scolding himself to grow a pair and open his mouth. He knotted his fingers together, gnawing his bottom lip when he finally met his gaze again. "W- well in not so many words...yes, y- yes I am", he finished. His eyes were locked on him as to see what he would say to follow. Why had he asked and what were his intentions now that he has his requited affection.
Knox stood from his stool and moved across the space. "Good to know", he noted, leaning back against his truck, "Strip", he said simply.
Mickey visibly did a double take, "Excuse me, w- what?", he asked him a doubtful look on his face. He couldn't have heard him correctly.
"Wanna see the rest of you", he answered simply. "Strip", he orderly warmly, gesturing to his clothed frame.
He didn't know why he decided to do what he requested, but he did. Slowly, Mickey began to remove all his clothes until he was only left in his snapback that he forgot he was wearing. He couldn't help how turned on he was getting and he was sure Knox could see it too.
Knox didn't seem to mind however, taking in his view. "Now turn around, sugar", he instructed, casually making a circle motion with his finger.
He seemed to be enjoying every second of Mickey's discomfort. Nonetheless, he did as told turning around to reveal his pretty little peach and he meant little loosely. Knox whistled behind him, itching to grip the full globes in his hands and just squeeze.
"Now, want you to bend over the hood for me, yeah?"
As if it was even possible, his heart started to beat even faster as he walked over to his car. He hesitated as he stood over the trunk and leaned forward to lay down, the cool metal a nice contrast to his burning skin. He even saved himself some future embarrassment, spreading his legs apart, "L- li- like th- this?", he asked from over his shoulder.
He heard Knox make a throaty sound from behind him before he cleared his throat, "Uh yeah", he answered, smiling at his complacency, "and spread those cheeks for me too, sugar", he added.
Mickey once again, did as told, wincing at the air against his exposed hole.
He felt nothing but shame knowing that he was getting turned on by this; his cock hard between his legs. He chose to think of it like a Grindr hookup; it wasn't exactly that different personally. He squeezed his eyes shut tight to calm his beating heart as he heard footsteps moving towards him until he felt a presence behind him.
"Talk about a sight for sore eyes", Knox whistled before replacing Mickey's hands with his own, squeezing and kneading the full mounds.
Mickey pressed his cheek against the car as Knox pried his cheeks apart and without warning, shoved his tongue farther than his own fingers had ever been in his ass. He jumped at the onslaught of sensation. "You taste like molasses, ya know that?", he commented after drawing back slightly.
Mickey didn't get to respond before he was once again feasting on him. His legs trembled so much that if it wasn't for the car he would've been on the ground by now. He had no idea a man could have such a long and strong tongue, practically carving out his walls like a pumpkin.
He continued to slobber up and down his crack, lapping and prodding his pucker with his wet tongue. If he could live the rest of his life like this, his face buried between his ass cheeks, he would be a happy man. He would die here if he could; the sounds Mickey produced more than enough to sustain him throughout his afterlife. Mickey jolted, rolling his hips back onto his face as Knox caressed his strong muscular thighs.
It was with much regret that he withdrew, face wet with spit and sweat. Mickey whined loudly, but he brushed it off, landing a playful slap to his rear before standing up. He wiped his mouth clean with his forearm, chest rising and falling with his labored breathing,"Gotta go get something, be right back."
Mickey couldn't even raise his head from the hood, brain still moving 2 mph despite his mouth no longer on him. He could only let out unintelligible garbles, which earned his a snarky chuckle before the man rushed off. It was only then, while he was left bent over and sprawled out naked in the middle on the garage, that he realized that Knox was more than likely getting lubricant and other prophylactics they may need. Or at least he hoped he would.
He would hate for him to leave him hanging with his asshole wet with his dick hard. If he wasn't gonna fuck him, he thought he'd cry.
Back to the matter at hand, Mickey suddenly remembered what he had in his suitcase. "I- I have l- lube in my b- bag", he reminded to no one but himself; Knox had long since disappeared. While he was packing, Mickey wasn't expecting to use it like this but he wasn't complaining about it at all. He wobbled around the car and to the trunk to find his backpack. He opened the smallest compartment of his backpack, cheering when he located the small bottle.
Before he could close the trunk back he was suddenly spun around, Knox's lips against his own. Mickey moaned, tasting himself on his tongue. "Now where'd you run off to, eh sugar?", he asked, reaching around him to slam the trunk shut himself.
The lube fell from his hand, rolling somewhere on the ground, now an after thought. Knox manhandled his body, spinning him back around and forcing him back into his earlier position now over the trunk. "Should be a crime to have an ass like this", he dragged his short nails against his butt, earning a hiss before pulling away, something on the floor catching his eye.
"I love a man who's prepared", Knox purred, pecking his left ass cheek.
The brunette picked up the lube, coating his hole and his cock in a copious amount before lining himself up with his crack and just grinding.
He was teasing him and Mickey couldn't take it. He just wanted to get fucked and preferably now. Knox finally obliged, aligning his tip with his wet pucker and excited thrummed through him. He spread his meaty cheeks with his forefingers as he pushed forward. Both groaned as his swollen tip caught on his rim, the muscle giving away with relative ease after his oral generosity. Still, he was ridiculously girthy and long; Mickey would say he had a "Porn Star dick" if the appendage wasn't trying to ruin him from the back.
He could only whimper as he filled him up, his bottom lip practically bleeding from how hard he was biting down on it, his nails grabbing at smooth exterior in an attempt of reprieve. Inch by inch by inch, the air was forced from his body to accommodate the new entrant. When Knox was about 3/4 of the way inside, he suddenly shot his hips forward, closing the small distance between them and impaling Mickey on his cock. The screams and tremors he received where music to his ears. Mickey was so. ridiculously tight.
Knox was now buried balls deep inside of Mickey; his heavy balls and thighs pressed flush against the muscle of his ass. The brunette massaged the globes of his round ass, rubbing and pulling them apart gently to look at the place where his hole stretched to swallow his cock, his walls twitched and constricted around the thick shaft of his cock. The sight alone made Knox want to breed his ass until he was dripping down his thighs.
"Fuck, that's a tight fit", he panted, pushing his wet hair back from his forehead, "You like that, sugar?", he asked, massaging up and down the curve of Mickey's spine, placing kisses behind the shell of his ear. The way he squeezed around him was criminal and he knew he had the same effect on him. He could feel him clench and spasm around him.
Mickey whimpered, planting his head back on the cool metal, "Fuck oh my", he tried his best to relax his walls, the stretch on the verge of uncomfortable and painful for him.
Knox groaned loudly into his ear, pulling out and pushing himself deeper inside, his lapping at the sweat on his nape and onto his strong shoulders, biting the flesh as he worked mickey open on his cock. "D- daddy?", he groaned, teeth bared and clenched, "Fuck me, please!", he begged, his walls clamping around him as he wiggled on his thick shaft.
"Don't worry, sugar, I'll give you everything you're asking for", he growled, sitting up straight, his hands gripping the fleshed of his pelvic line, "and then some." With that final declaration, Knox withdrew halfway before driving back home inside Mickey.
The latter was in awe, a choked sob leaving his lips with every ravage thrust he received. As his fucking violently accelerated, Mickey could only lay there, scrambling on his tip toes as he fucked him higher and higher onto the car hood until his toes could barely scrap the concrete flooring.
Knox' fingers dug painfully into his skin, but he didn't mind, not with his teeth marking his throat as he growled to most vulgar things in his ear in that thick southern drawl. His toes curled with every earth shattering movement, their mixed cries of pleasure echoing off the high empty walls of the garage.
Mickey looked back at him over his shoulder, eyes wide as he met Knox's gaze as he drilled into him without abandon. He bit his lip to muffle a moan as he hit his prostate. “O- oh G- God yes! Harder!” His sweat slick hands planted on the car for support as he moved back to meet his deep strokes. The wet slapping sound was downright erotic, their bodies slammed forward and backward, and their sweats slicking their skins together with each plunge.
“Fuck, sugar! Take my cock! Take all of it!” Knox shoves himself harder and faster inside Mickey with each words. Mickey wished he could see him better; His sweat dripping all over his godly-formed torso.
“Y-yes!", Mickey appeased before his head was violently yanked back. His cry was muffled by Knox's mouth clamping down over his. He was momentarily surprised by the sudden intimacy, but did not bask in it long as his tongue fucked his mouth. Their beards scratched against one another's, spurring them on. Mickey broke the kiss with a lewd moan as he abused his insides with his cock
Knox tugged at his lower lip, biting and chewing them so hard Mickey knew them would be swollen and raw. Knox pulled away, pressing his hand to the middle his back and forcing Mickey back onto the car. It was as if a switch had been flipped as he was no longer giving Mickey time to recollect his thoughts nor to catch his breath. He buried himself deeper inside him, faster than he did before.
It was near to impossible for Mickey to keep up with him, unable to escape Knox’ thrusts, his lips parted in silent screams and gasps from all that pounding his body was receiving. Still, it felt so good. He reached back weakly, head pressed to the car, and spread his cheeks to get him deeper inside him and spreading his legs farther apart in invitation. He wanted him to dent his insides; to feel him as he drove back and for days that followed.
Mickey choked on a sob, feeling the knot in his stomach growing impossibly tight with every stab at his prostate. “Kn- Knox! Fuck I– I’m coming –“
"I know, sugar", he purred behind him as he rolled his hips into his. He paused momentarily, hand rough hands moving up and down his strong back. As much as Mickey appreciated a massage, he would prefer one without his cock buried inside him and the stench if motor oil burning his nostrils. Knox chuckled at his impatience, letting go of Mickey’s hips and holding his shoulders. He licked his lips, taking a moment to gather himself before a smirk was painting his lips. He grew his hips back before snapping forward with enough force that tore screams from Mickey's lips. Over and over again he snapped his hips forward at a torturous slow yet calculated pace.
Mickey didn't know how much more he could take but he was all too eager to find out. “D-don't stop,” he whined in a rough scratchy voice, bubbling heat inside his abdomen attempting to boil over. Knox's movements did not slow down for even a moment and with one pretty hard thrust did his orgasm violently strike him. His eyes rolled back and his fingernails dug into his own ass as he came, his own nut painting his bumper in thick stripes. He lost the ability to breath, to think and to speak as Knox continued to take him apart. He gave him no time for reprieve as he chased after his own orgasm.
However, the sensitivity was becoming to much to bare, his throbbing length dragging painfully in and out of his twitching anus. He mewled, hands moving weakly to Knox's chest as he tried to make him stop. He was only rewarded with his left had being forced back to his ass as his right was pinned to his back. He groaned at his entrapment, more bare and defenseless than before. He slumped against the vehicle, resigned to his fate as Knox began to pick up his pace again. He protested weakly, trying to squirm away only for gravity to bring him back.
“Come on now sugar", Knox huffed, hips pitoning inside him, "Be good for daddy, yeah? Won't take long 'til I'm creaming you good and proper." His thrust staggered slightly and mickey knew it wouldn't be long. He wanted to feel him erupt, hear him groan as he shot his load into him like it was his job.
The grip on his hip was even firmer and would undoubtedly leave bruises but Mickey didn't care; he'd think of it as a souvenir or a calling card to Knox's Auto-shop. He let his head fall on as he met his movements with his own moans. He wondered if he had it in him to even cum again? With every thrust his abdomen was pressed against the edge of the trunk and his skin would certainly be slightly bruised the next day. His momma would definitely be pleased if she that and she definitely wouldn't if she knew how it happened.
After what felt like an eternity, Knox pushed himself into him as deep as possible and with one last hard thrust came deep inside of him, a animalistic cry of "Mickey" on his lips.
* * * * * *
"By the way, how much do I owe you for fixing the car?", Mickey asked him resting his chin on his pec. They were now in Knox's office upstairs, laid out on a large couch with a blanket draped over their bodies after they cleaned each other up. Mickey's hole was still twitching, the pain in his bottom more of a reinforcer than a punishment.
"Fixing?", Knox sat up slightly, looking down at him, "Oh no she's far from fixed, you need a replacement and won't be able to get it done until tomorrow at the earliest", he explained, as if it was just common knowledge.
"How am I supposed to get to Sylva? My mom's probably worried sick." He hadn't even called to let her know he would be late. He basically threw her aside to get some dick; God he was a terrible son.
"Hey, I know Miss O'Mailey", Knox pointed out, as if offended by his assumption of his ignorance, "she lives about 30- 45 minutes away. I'll drive you over there then pick you up in the morning to finish up." He grabbed Mickey's hat off the floor and placing it back on his head.
"However, you and me are just getting started, sugar."
The Sex Beach Trilogy: Got Them Bikini Bottom Sandy Cheeks
(Part Three of The Sex Beach Trilogy)
"Swear they won't leave me alone for shit. Like, do they not know why I left they ass at the hotel pool."
Kaydance continued muttering complaints to herself as she tried to get comfortable on the sandy beach. Hazel and Joel had come to bother her earlier and completely disrupted her peace, both acting as if she were their mother and they needed her permission to go off together. They were two grown ass adults, not her kids. She rolled her eyes at the fact that Hazel had actually brought Joel on the trip. She didn't hate him by any means, but who brings their boyfriend on a trip with your friends?
Branching on from the couple, she couldn't help but wonder where Geneva was. She knew she wouldn't be on the beach cause she couldn't swim and Kaydance would be pissed if she'd gone back to the room. She shot her other friend a quick text, putting her air pods back in and laying back down on her massive beach towel. She put on Beyoncé's Lemonade album and got comfortable again.
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up
Headed to the club, I ain't thinking 'bout you
Me and my ladies sip my D'USSÉ cup
I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
Tell him, boy, bye, middle fingers up
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
No no, hell nah
Now you want to say you're sorry
Now you want to call me crying
Now you gotta see me wilding
Now I'm the one that's lying
And I don't feel bad about it
It's exactly what you get
Stop interrupting my grinding
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Kaydance was pulled from here serenity when she felt something hard bounce off her leg. That pissed her off and she was soon sitting up and pulling out her air pods to investigate what the hell had just happened. She looked around for the blunt object and found a football laying about a foot or two away from her blanket. Kaydance rolled her eyes, "I know you fucking lying", she put her sunglasses back on and laid back down. Like hell she was gonna return a ball that was thrown at her in the first place.
While she was busy trying to relax once again, a tall tan man was jogging towards her.
"Hurry back Bruno!", someone yelled to the man to which he waved them off.
Once he'd reached her he barely gave her a once over, too busy looking for the ball. He was relieved to find it on her massive towel.
Not wanting to step on her towel or intrude in her space, he paused momentarily. He waited for her to react to him, but she had yet to acknowledge his presence. Bruno just brushed it off, deciding she had probably fallen back asleep. He doubted she had anything nice to say to him from how she had reacted. The last thing he needed to do was upset her.
He scooped up the ball quietly, careful to not bother her. However, after collecting the ball, he found himself stagnant, no longer in a rush to return to his friends. He had paused, finally taking the time to properly look her over. His gaze moved up from her hot pink toe nails up her legs, trailing to her thick thighs before meeting her full round hips and soft caramel stomach. His gaze lingered on her large breasts, that managed to stay sheathed in her bikini top. She also had pretty lips and a gold septum ring as well as a nose ring on her right nostril.
'Damn', he thought, 'just...damn.' He couldn't help, but lick his lips at the sight. He didn't know whether to go tell her friends about her or just keep it for himself.
"You're looking awfully hard sir", Kaydance spoke up, breaking him from his daze. She then sat up and pulled down her sunglasses to look at him with hazel eyes, "You must like what you see?", she asked with an arched brow.
Bruno was immediately flustered at being caught. He lowered his head, scratching the back of his head, "Uhh sorry", he offered looking away and back at her awkwardly, "I uh I mean about hittin' you and all...are you okay by the way?", he asked, attempting to get himself out of the hole he was burying himself in, "Forgot to ask."
Kaydance rolled her eyes at his behavior, "Boy don't worry I could take it just as good as I can give it."
Bruno thought about what she said, before realizing the underlying meaning. He adjusted his hold on the football, digging his foot in the sand, "Oh yeah?"
Kaydance looked him over, scanning his tan statuesque body and up to his face. She looked him in the eye, shooting him a wink before pushing them back up on her nose.
* * * * * *
"Yes yes yes yes! O- oh sh- shit", Kaydance shouted to God and the Heavens above. She wanted her grandmother to hear how good Bruno was laying it down.
And boy was he.
Bruno was a fucking Stallion. He was an animal, slapping and gripping at her as he was trying to destroy her walls with the sledgehammer between his legs. He had her sprawled out on the edge of the bed, her thick leg draped over his broad shoulder as he speared her on his dick. His beard glistened from a combination of sweat cum and pussy juices. He licked her clean like a plate. She focused her gaze on the chain bouncing on his chest before her eyes crossed in pleasure.
Bruno huffed, adjusting his grip on her waist, "Fuck so tight!", he growled, the bed rocking with the sheer force of his thrusts widening his stance on the edge of the bed.
Kaydance's shrieks of pleasure, "You like that?", he murmured hotly, cupping her breast and squeezing, pinching and twisting her pierced nipples in his digits.
Kaydance's head bobbed in agreeance, licking her index and pointer finger before parting her folds around the thickness of his shaft as he fucked her. "Fuck daddy yes!", she cried out, fisting the sheets in her hands. He was gonna fuck a dent into her cervix at this rate and she welcomed it.
Bruno's hips staggered, delving deep inside her cunt out of his control. "Say it again!", he grunted, slapping her ass before wrapping his hand around her stubby throat, making her tilt her head back to breath. Hearing those words had his dick leaking as he drove it deep.
"D- daddy", she wheezed, the white of her eyes visible as her head went dizzy at the lack of air. She would gladly die on the hill that was his cock.
When he did let go, allowing proper airflow, she sucked in a breath only for it to be fucked out of her seconds later by his cock. "Oh my f- fuck!", she mewled, going cross-eyed at his piercing cock. Her body went slack, completely at his mercy. She just watched him as he moved. It was so erotic watching his limber body slam into hers, his body coated in sweat and dark eyes blown wide, lips permanently parted with curses and groan slipping between them. She bet he loved watching himself plunge in and out of her pussy.
She was suddenly hit with the overwhelming sensation that spread from her toes to the tips of her fingers. Her hand instantly went to her pussy, choking on a sob as she rubbed her clit in vigorous circles, "I- gonna cum! I f- fuck I'm gonna cu-", suddenly her back arched and body tensed as she came, pussy clamping down tightly around his cock. Her eyes rolled so far back that only the whites were visible, "O- oh my God!", she screamed to the God's above, "Daddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddy-", she babbled with curled toes.
Bruno just watched in awe, never stopping his motions as she came around him, coating his dick in her pussy juices. "You came so fucking hard", he growled, pulling out and rubbing his blunt tip on her wet snatch, "so hot watching you cream like that."
Kaydance moaned at his vulgarness, "Oh yeah?", she purred, squeezing her breasts between her hands.
He nodded vigorously, teeth drawn between his teeth, "Y- yeah", he breathed before burying himself back inside her and resuming his thrusting, "I- I'm almost there!", he announced, adjusting his grip on her leg and body as his thrust grew frantic.
Kaydance clenched around him in anticipation, putting that gorilla grip on him, "Shit, cum for me", she wept, biting her lip as she looked at him with dark eyes, "C- cum daddy. Let me know how good this pussy is!" If she was on top, she would no doubt have him crying with his thumb in his mouth.
"So good", he echoed before feeling that familiar knot in his stomach. This woman was gonna be the death of him, with this wet ass pussy of hers with a body that won't quit. She was a gift from heaven and he would be a fool to turn away such a gift.
Bruno hissed as he forced himself to pull out of her honeypot, making her whine at the loss. He wanted no more than to cum inside her, but he knew that would not be a good idea considering he was hitting it raw. He fisted his wet cock, grunting as he quickened his strokes. He placed his cock head atop her thick folds and rubbed it up and down her slit only three or so times before he stopped, cum shooting all over her pussy in thick ribbons.
He groaned as he continued to cum, not stopping until he had drained her drip of cum from his balls and onto her cunts. He didn't think it could be so hot cumming on someone like this, but damn if she didn't wear it like designer.
Kaydance was truly down for the count. All she could do was lay there on the bed, covered in a mixture of her and this stranger's cum.
Bruno stayed put, hands caressing the thigh still hooked over his shoulder. She giggled when he kissed her knee, fidgeting away from his mouth. She was ticklish and she wasn't trying to snort like a pig right now. That would be a mood killer.
He laughed at that, lowering her leg back down, biting back a laugh when she muttered about the ache in her joints. He just watched her sit up on her palms, butt ass naked with his soft dick just dangling. A part of her thought it was a trap that would no doubt get her leg put behind her head.
"You uh you weren't kidding", he spoke up suddenly, breaking their silence of heavy breathing. Kaydance looked up from his crotch to his face to raise a threaded eyebrow at him. He smirked, pushing his hair back, "You sure can take it."
She snorted, throwing a pillow at him. It bounced off his chest with ease earning a loud laugh from Bruno.
"You not funny!"
