Chapter 13 #2
The filthy words pour from me like a confession, each one making Julian’s eyes darken with hunger as he watches me unravel for him.
Julian picks up the pace, his hips snapping against my ass. Each thrust slams directly into that spot inside me that sends lightning up my spine. My cock leaks steadily onto the floor beneath us, responding to the relentless stimulation even after my earlier release.
“Fuck, Elliot,” Julian groans, his voice dropping to a rough growl. “Your ass is fucking amazing. So tight around my cock.”
The shame that would normally silence me has evaporated, replaced by a desperate need to hear more.
“Look at that beautiful cock,” he continues, batting my hand away and taking it in his own. “It’s so fucking hard for me. Leaking all over my hand just from getting your ass filled.”
I moan shamelessly as his thumb swipes over my sensitive head, collecting the wetness there.
“These balls, too,” Julian says, cupping them with his other hand. “So full and heavy. Been saving up for me, haven’t you? Waiting for someone to show you what you really need.”
His pace becomes punishing as he releases my cock, each thrust forcing small, desperate sounds from my throat. The slap of skin against skin echoes in the corridor, punctuated by Julian’s filthy praise.
“Never seen anyone as stunning as you like this,” he pants, his rhythm faltering slightly as his own pleasure builds. “Taking my cock so perfectly. Your ass swallowing every inch like you’ve been starving for it.”
I can’t believe how desperately I need this. I’ve never recovered this quickly before, never been ready to come again so soon after a release.
Yet here I am, cock throbbing painfully, already racing toward another climax.
Julian’s pace becomes punishing, each thrust forcing me forward on my hands and knees. The force of it has me seeing stars, pleasure spiraling up my spine with an intensity that borders on unbearable.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my voice breaking as the sensation builds to a crescendo. “Julian, I’m going to come again. I can’t—I can’t hold it—”
My words dissolve into a desperate moan as Julian’s hand snakes around my hip, his fingers wrapping around my aching cock. The first stroke nearly undoes me, my entire body tensing at his touch.
“That’s it,” he growls in my ear, his breath hot against my neck as he strokes me in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. “Let go for me. Come for your king, Elliot. Now.”
His command hits me like a physical force. My back arches as pleasure crests, my body surrendering completely to Julian’s will. I can’t believe I have any cum left, but it shoots out of my cock violently.
“Fuck, Elliot,” he growls, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.”
My entire body trembles, my muscles still spasming from my second orgasm. I’m completely at his mercy now, surrendered to whatever he wants to take from me.
Julian’s grip on my hips tightens suddenly. His rhythm falters, becoming desperate and primal. I push back against him, wanting to feel every inch, wanting to be the reason he loses control.
“Your cock feels so fucking good,” I gasp, embracing this new, uninhibited version of myself. “Take what you need. Use me.”
Julian makes a sound—half growl, half moan—that vibrates through his chest against my back. Then his teeth sink into the curve where my neck meets my shoulder, the sharp pain mingling with pleasure in a way that tears another moan from my throat.
“Fuck,” he snarls against my skin, his teeth still gripping me as he slams into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt. “Such a good boy for me.”
I feel him pulsing inside me, filling me with his release as his hips stutter against my ass. The sensation is indescribable—intimate in a way I’ve never experienced, claiming me from the inside out.
His teeth release my shoulder, replaced by his lips pressing against what will surely be a vivid mark.
“Going to breed you so many times before this hunt is over,” Julian pants against my skin, his cock still twitching inside me. “Fill you up until you’re dripping with my cum. Keep you full to the brim with it, marked as mine from the inside out.”
“Fuck, yes,” I pant. “I want that. Want to be marked by you. Want to be yours.”
The words spill from me without hesitation—no more barriers, no more pretending. For the first time in my life, I’m saying exactly what I want without shame coloring every syllable.
When Julian slowly withdraws, I feel suddenly empty. The loss of his cock inside me creates a strange sense of incompleteness I’ve never experienced before. My hole clenches around nothing, already missing the stretch and fullness.
“Fuck,” I whisper, catching my breath as I remain on all fours.
Then I feel it—the warm, wet evidence of Julian’s release seeping from my well-used hole. His cum trickles down, a slow descent that traces a path from my ass to my balls. Each droplet feels like a brand, a physical reminder that I’ve finally surrendered to what I’ve always wanted.
Julian’s hand slides up my back, possessive and gentle all at once. “Think you’re ready to get that cock hard and fuck me, Elliot?” he asks, his voice still rough with desire. “I don’t usually bottom, but for you, I’ll make an exception.”
My cock, which should be done after two orgasms, twitches violently at his words.
Blood rushes south so quickly I feel lightheaded, my length hardening again with embarrassing eagerness.
I can’t believe my body’s response—like I’m a teenager discovering porn for the first time instead of a forty-year-old man.
“How—” I start, looking down at my betraying cock in disbelief. “I shouldn’t be able to—”
Julian chuckles behind me, his hand wrapping around my half-hard length. “Look at that,” he says, giving me a slow stroke that makes me gasp. “Your cock is making up for all the denial you’ve given it all these years.”