The wet sounds of friction and ragged breathing intertwined, filling the room with an atmosphere thick with embarrassment.
The large, hard shaft ceaselessly moved in and out of that small place, turning it a deep, sodden crimson. Julian Sterling lay limp on the bed; his own little member raised its head, also fully erect. The small flower was played with until it couldn't close, the tender flesh inside ruthlessly pounded.
A bit of the vivid red inner lining was pulled out with every withdrawal. Lubricant mixed with the fluids Julian secreted flowed down, creating a dark crimson stain on the bedsheet.
Julian looked like a small flower battered by rain, wet and disheveled. "Hic, slow... slow down a bit..."
With such a feast laid out before him, how could Ethan Caldwell hold back?
He withdrew, leaving only the tip inside, then aggressively buried himself to the hilt. Every time, Julian convulsed from the pleasure that accompanied this roughness.
Ethan lowered his head to kiss Julian's cheek, then moved to his ear, whispering, "Baby, relax a little, you're biting too tight."
Hearing this, Julian clamped down even harder. His entire body flushed red, and he could only bury his head in the blanket to hide.
Seeing this, Ethan laughed. He gripped Julian's waist and thrust in roughly, his member touching Julian's deepest point before slowly withdrawing, leisurely grinding against the flesh walls.
Ethan pulled out slightly, then used his hands to lift Julian up and turn him over. Julian's hips were raised high, his waist lowered, leaving him open for Ethan to use as he pleased. Ethan pounded faster and faster, ceaselessly grinding against the sensitive spot, so hard that Julian felt as if Ethan wanted to cram those two round orbs into him as well.
Julian was thrust forward by the impact, then pulled back forcefully by the waist. His member rubbed against the bedsheet, the tip leaking clear fluid.
"Baby, does it feel good when I take you, hmm?" Ethan increased his force, his shaft rubbing against the flesh walls, feeling their scorching heat and tightness. The intense pleasure was becoming unbearable for Julian, and on top of that, Ethan was whispering such lewd words, making him panic with shame.
Julian turned his head slightly, his eyes swimming with tears. He reached out, wanting to cover Ethan's mouth to stop him from saying those dirty things.
Ethan caught his hand, kissing the palm that was flushed red with embarrassment.
Clearly, Ethan's upper movements were very gentle, alternating between soft kisses and caresses, spoiling Julian until he almost forgot who he was. Yet down below, Ethan was brutal, taking him powerfully, thrusting ruthlessly as if he hated that he couldn't fuck Julian to death.
Julian was fucked into a daze. Ethan delivered another thrust, strong enough to bounce Julian's entire body. Julian trembled and crawled forward, crying, "No... I can't. Deep... Hic... It's too deep..."
"Be good, you can take it." As Ethan spoke, he grabbed Julian's legs, dragged him back, and thrust deep inside.
"Ah! Don't~ Hic..." Julian screamed and released, semen coating his stomach and spilling onto the sheets.
Julian collapsed limply onto the bed, but his hips were still held high by Ethan. He sobbed softly, turning back to look at the man, only to receive a wet kiss in return.
But below, Ethan still didn't spare him. Regardless of the fact that Julian had just climaxed, Ethan didn't stop thrusting, continuing to tend to that exquisite flower.
Having just released, Julian's legs were still trembling, his body disheveled like a petal after a storm.
He was "watered" until he was thoroughly soaked.
"Ethan... Ethan..." Julian called out to him brokenly. "Hurry up..."
Julian didn't know how seductive he looked right now. His whole body was drenched, the small hole twitching from being used, sucking tight on Ethan's shaft. His eyes were hazy, his face flushed, and his lips were swollen from being ravaged, bearing faint teeth marks. This bewildered appearance could captivate anyone's soul.
If a person looked this pitiful off the bed, it would make one want to protect them.
But displaying this look on the bed would only make a man want to bully them with all his might, to fuck them until they broke.
Ethan was a man, after all, and a man who had been single for over twenty years without playing around. How could he possibly spare his baby?
Feeling the person behind him becoming rougher and more aggressive, Julian couldn't help but sob, trying to escape that giant object. "Ethan... ah... Ethan... I don't want to... no... Hic..."
Ethan lowered himself, capturing those beautiful lips and ravaging them fiercely. Below, he thrust to an unfathomable depth, ceaselessly grinding right there. Julian trembled, his face burning red, tears overflowing. A moment later, seeing Julian running out of breath, Ethan temporarily spared his lips. Julian opened his mouth, but before he could pull air into his lungs, Ethan slammed into his sensitive spot.
The flesh walls twisted, tight and hot.
Ethan's shaft throbbed, and finally, he released. The scalding fluid washed over the inner walls, making Julian shake violently.
He lay paralyzed on the bed, gasping for air. The small hole twitched, and white, cloudy semen flowed out, carrying a thick, musky scent.
Finally, it was over.
Julian thought to himself, too exhausted to move a single muscle.