Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“Oh yes, yes… You feel so good,” Dex said in a manic whisper, trying to pull Hammer farther on top of him.
His insistent touch burned, and Hammer followed its suggestion, folding Dex in two and shoving his cock in with his entire body weight. The broken whimper uttered by rosy lips he wanted to see molded around his cock as soon as possible was like gasoline thrown into the fire of his lust, and he let his hands wander, twisting and squeezing Dex’s flesh as if it were bread he wanted to rip into chunks.
The boy was now his to consume, and Hammer wouldn’t stop until his body refused to move.
“You know how to take it, I’ll give you that,” he rasped, rolling his hips as Dex trembled under him, tight yet not painfully so. He had one well-trained hole.
In this new position, Dex’s face was turning red fast, which reminded Hammer of what a mess it had been after the spanking, all snot and tears. He’d love to see it that way again, this time because of a thorough fuck. To see Dex gasp for air and sob from the intensity of what Hammer was about to unleash on him, his body open to whatever was being done to it, like a piece of warm meat ready to be devoured.
He loved seeing people take dick while twisted into uncomfortable positions. Many of the women he’d fucked were self-conscious about looking ugly during sex, and couldn’t understand why he didn’t care about lacy lingerie, or that the only reason why he enjoyed their perfect hair and makeup was because he’d get to see it wrecked by the time he was coming. Nothing was hotter than a dirty slut fucked out of her mind.
Dex didn’t seem to care about having his legs hitched up as if he were a Thanksgiving turkey, about the bodies on the floor, the blood on his flushed face, or that one of his hands was awkwardly cuffed to the sofa. He wanted Hammer’s dick inside him so much no other thing mattered.
That was so fucking hot.
“I should keep you cuffed like that to my bed and just come in whenever I want to take the edge off. How many loads could you take each day?” Hammer rasped, rising to his knees and pushing the backs of Dex’s knees even lower, until they rested on either side of his face, and the vulnerable ass was obscenely exposed. Hammer lost his breath when he stared down, pulling out of the dusky hole, until his hard dick popped out, leaving it in a wide gape.
He moaned at the glimpse of red just before the lips to Dex’s bottom hole tightened up, teasing him. He’d used so much lube some of it now drizzled out, and one glance at Dex’s rock-hard dick was all it took to know how excited he was about this. No complaints about the position making him look stupid, or the rolls forming on his stomach. No whining about discomfort from his hot fuck-puppet. It was such a rare thing to experience in real life.
Dex panted, staring between their bodies, and gave Hammer a glint of teeth in a teasing smile. “Probably more than you can produce.” He wasn’t afraid, or worried, comfortable to pull Hammer’s leg.
And Hammer loved it.
He wanted more.
“Oh yeah?” he asked and thrust all the way in, grunting when the warm, slippery hole hugged his dick.
Dex’s eyes rolled back, and he stiffened with his back arched as much as it could in this undignified position. His tongue darted out to lick his parched lips, inviting Hammer to ravish them too. Dex whimpered and frowned, grabbing at the hair on Hammer’s nape as another punishing thrust made him stiffen.
There was a special kind of satisfaction to someone giving in to him so completely, setting aside worries for safety and the fear of being hurt. He always had to negotiate for it in the past, but this crazy boy’s mind was already so scrambled with lust he gave up on caution and allowed Hammer to fuck him however he pleased.
“What’s your dick mileage, boy?” he rasped, resting some of his weight on the soft ass while his cock twitched inside it, milked by the strong muscles wrapped around him like a glove. His fingers left bruises on the tanned flesh, but with no protests coming his way, Hammer twisted one of the boy’s nipples and watched his blood-red face contort with discomfort.
And yet Dex wasn’t trying to stop Hammer, giving away his autonomy like a good piece of meat.
Dex’s eyes glazed over like pieces of candy on someone’s tongue when he tried to catch Hammer’s gaze. Even his lips got darker from all the biting he’d been doing. “I don’t know. Three hundred? Maybe four? I don’t always bottom though. My ass nice and snug for you?” He gasped when Hammer made another thrust, twisting like a human eel. “Jesus Christ, love being filled…”