Julian Sterling thought he could sleep soundly until morning - no, perhaps even until noon or the afternoon of the next day.
But in his hazy state, he felt his body heating up, a sensation of both pain and numbness radiating from a certain place. Julian grunted softly, wanting to turn over but finding himself unable to. He squirmed uncomfortably and groggily opened his eyes.
He saw Ethan Caldwell bracing his hands on either side of his hips, sweat glistening on his skin, his handsome face slightly flushed. Julian's legs were spread wide, listing exhaustedly to the sides. His small entrance still enveloped Ethan's shaft, which was being diligently tended to, grinding deep inside.
Seeing him awake, the man chuckled softly. He used one hand to lift Julian's leg, kissing the pristine white thigh and leaving behind a trail of crimson hickeys and faint teeth marks. He didn't thrust in and out too quickly but ground slowly, his hip movements teasingly subtle. The small opening was stretched to its limit to accommodate that giant object, the flesh walls ground to a deep red like a ripe plum, stained with white semen that flowed out with the rhythm of his thrusts.
Julian was now fully awake, though his body felt like jelly, especially the area being invaded. It seemed all his nerve endings were concentrated in that shameful place. He felt that he had been ground until swollen, but Ethan's half-hearted movements were making him incredibly uncomfortable.
"No... I don't want anymore."
Julian struggled, wanting to retract his legs, but Ethan wouldn't let him off the hook. He leaned down, devotedly toying with Julian's protruding nipples, while his other hand reached down to grasp little Julian.
Julian's brain felt like mush.
This was no good; he was going to be fucked to death.
Too much stimulation left his mind in a fog. Julian stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling his secret passage becoming increasingly itchy and uncomfortable. He shook his hips, wanting to urge Ethan to speed up, but the man pretended not to understand.
"Ethan, move a little faster, please." Julian could only act spoiled with him.
"Faster what, hmm?" Ethan lifted him up so they were facing each other. He withdrew his member, using it to rub against Julian's wet cleft.
"Hic..." Julian pouted, looking as if he were about to cry. He reached out to grasp Ethan's thick shaft, feeling its terrifying heat. "I want it inside, really fast. Are you tired, Ethan?"
Ethan's face went dark. He used both hands to lift Julian's hips, letting his member rub against the wet entrance, then thrust upward powerfully while pulling Julian's waist down.
"Ah!" Julian arched his back, tears falling freely as he gasped for air. "It's deep... too deep... Hic..."
He sobbed, his fair skin flushed red like a drunkard's, his face filled with ecstasy.
This appearance was like a potent aphrodisiac, making Ethan's entire body burn, his lower half swelling even larger. He felt that he had to release twenty-something years of pent-up energy onto Julian.
Even if he died on this beauty's bed, he would be content.
Ethan lifted Julian's hips, then let them drop, thrusting upward powerfully as he did so. Every pump seemed to hit Julian's deepest point, leaving him breathless.
"Ah~ No, I don't need it! I can't take it... mmm..." Julian was startled by the rough thrusting and screamed shrilly, his taut buttocks seeming to tremble ceaselessly. The small entrance swallowed the thick shaft, pounded until white foam appeared, love juices and semen mixing together and flowing down.
Ethan pounded into him mercilessly, ignoring the sobbing moans.
Perhaps Ethan never expected he could be this frenzied. Setting aside feelings, the sexual aspect alone was enough to satisfy him. Since the day he agreed to the marriage, he had prepared himself to live with this boy for a lifetime. If Julian had someone in his heart, he would have let him go; if not, as long as they didn't torment each other, this marriage would bind them for life.
He just hadn't expected them to be so compatible in this regard. At least this kid's body pleased him greatly, and Julian seemed to enjoy it too.
Ethan began to reflect. Initially, he only intended to fulfill his role... Now, perhaps trying to get to know him wouldn't be so bad, would it?
A tightening sensation suddenly pulled him out of his daze. Ethan looked down to see Julian flushed red, his legs hooking into the bedding, hands clawing at Ethan's shoulders.
This posture - he was likely reaching his climax again.
Seeing him like this, a wicked idea struck Ethan. A second before Julian could release, he reached down and grabbed the twitching member.
"Ah~ Let... let go..." Having his climax blocked made Julian burst into tears of grievance. Tears slid down like pearls. He kicked his legs and struggled, but Ethan held his waist tight and continued to thrust roughly. To make matters worse, that wicked hand kept stroking and rubbing his member but refused to let him release.
The sensation was excruciating; it was clearly pleasurable, yet painful. Within that pain came a thread of numbness. Julian threw away all dignity, crying and begging Ethan to spare him.
"Wait for me, baby," Ethan whispered in his ear, while his lower half drove into him fiercely. If Julian were a small flower, those petals had now been played into disarray. Wet, tattered, and fragilely begging for love.
In the end, when Ethan was released, little Julian was also set free. Julian felt his vision blur; a strange sensation washed over him, making his entire body go numb, his mind turning into a blank white sheet.
Finally, he passed out.