Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Would he take Colin home for a fuck? Did he want to do it face to face so that they could communicate more easily?
Colin was about to turn and lean in for a kiss when Taron grabbed his shoulders and pushed his foot against the back of Colin’s knee, forcing him into the foamy puddle . The bound hands splashed into the muddy water next, and Colin found himself on all fours, breathing in a mixture of dirt, grass, and soap while Taron’s big hand slid up his back, pressing him down in a gesture of dominance.
His brain was empty, and he couldn’t even process what was happening to him when Taron’s knee briefly touched his ass, and his body twitched, reacting to it as if hormones had replaced rational thoughts. He’d never considered himself submissive, yet here he was, spreading his legs like a bitch in heat.
Taron spat, which had to be extra lubrication, because seconds later, the tip of his cock prodded at Colin’s tender hole. No man had ever treated him this way. Not just because it was rapey. Taron’s confidence was so overpowering, Colin knew no other way but to give in. He had no brain left to ponder if it was an age thing, or what because Taron thrust the head of his cock in with a grunt that seemed to come from somewhere down his throat.
The bear sank his claws into Colin’s flesh, his rough fingers digging into the meat on his hips and buttocks, keeping Colin in place when he tried to flee the inevitable stab of pain. He’d done sex with sparse lubrication before, but the burn of Taron’s dick entering him was like nothing he’d ever experienced.
Letting out a choked scream, he sank lower, hanging his head over the foam floating in the puddle, and hiding his head in his arms. He was at Taron’s mercy, and he wouldn’t try to run, he wouldn’t struggle. What was happening had been inevitable from the start, and even though his sphincter budged against the intrusion, the discomfort would eventually pass, with Taron emerging victorious from this wordless fight.
Taron’s hands glided down, up, touching Colin everywhere, even under the armpits, before one of them settled back on Colin’s dick. Their knees sunk into mud and wet grass, the lukewarm water still flowed from above, and the thick cock was forcing its way inside as if Colin were a toy for his captor’s amusement.
Taron’s bulk made Colin slide face first into the mud, and he yelped, ending up with some of it in his mouth, but he knew what Taron was doing. Squeezing Colin’s cock in his hand, and forcing him to lift his hips, Taron started fucking Colin’s ass like it was his God-given right. Maybe it was.
Colin squealed again when the friction became too much, rubbing him dry until Taron suddenly pulled all the way out, leaving him aching and empty. For a shocking moment, Colin wasn’t sure whether he wanted more or not, but Taron spat on his hole, and the cock was right back, this time slamming all the way in.
The water flowing between their bodies splashed all over, and the brutal thrusts created a concoction of pain and pleasure that left Colin stunned that he wasn’t breaking apart yet. His ass was on fire, rubbed so raw he’d expected his dick to go soft instead of hardening even further in Taron’s hand. Every time it became almost too much, Taron would stop to add more spit, but didn’t even try to be gentler, and Colin didn’t ask for it either. His hole was a pulsing inferno, and at this moment it existed solely to serve Taron’s desires.
Colin moved to meet the thrusts, his skin jolting when liquid amplified the force of Taron’s hips smashing against his ass until each thrust feel like a slap. The whole front of his body was dragged back and forth through the puddle, pushed down by Taron’s substantial weight. There was softness to the pecs and stomach pressed to his back, unlike guys who worked their bodies at the gym, but the strength in Taron’s arms enough to snap Colin’s neck if he so wished.
With a groan of satisfaction, Taron buried himself in Colin balls deep, and when his thighs trembled, it became clear that he was coming. Colin could sense the faint tremors where Taron’s balls rested next to his as their contents filled his ass. He’d never fucked anyone without a condom, so maybe it was just his imagination, but he could feel heat expanding deep inside him as he rolled his hips toward the slick, hot fist that offered him a chance at satisfaction.
When pleasure exploded out of him and into the puddle below, his scream was like the howl of a beast finally returned into the wild after years in a cage. The burn in his ass only made the orgasm more intense, and his hole squeezed around Taron’s dick as if it wanted to milk the guy for everything he had. As if that gave Colin a tiny bit of ownership over his lover as well.