I wouldn’t have to hurt him so much if he didn’t act up all the fkn time
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This lil fuckhole (t4t) gets me so gd angry sometimes I just gotta pound him til he remember who the fuck he’s fucking with.
Walking around the house in a crop top made of 90% crop. Half circles of his dark areoles peeking out the torn hem each time the fan oscillated over his body.
Tiny lil low rise, hoochie mama grey shorts. Hi-def tdick print like a sonar scan. Miles of soft brown fuzz trailing from his sternum, disappearing down into his waistband.
He turned to the sink to wash his toys from last night. Boom! Shorts completely assless. Just a giant oval viewing window. Two firm hairy brown cheeks out in the breeze.
Not a damn thing left to the imagination.
And here’s the thing, I already gave this greedy mfkr good sex last night.
When he’s doing this show off shit, I feel like my lungs are boiling. Anger on such a visceral level that it hurts. Why tf he gotta parade around like that at 7am on a fkn weekday after I already gave him enough to last him til next weekend?
But nope, this ungrateful man tries my patience every damn time we meet up. It’s the lack of respect. Gets me so furious.
I glanced at him over the back of the sofa and he’s ignoring me.
It makes me so angry when he does this aloud shit! I feel it inside like pressure under my lungs, squashing my organs, and making each breath so thick I have to wheeze out forcefully.
Then his gaze slammed into mine and it’s like the particle accelerator exploding out of nowhere.
I stepped up and over the back of the sofa in a short vault.
Fuckhole sees me coming for him and he knows.
He does all this attention-seeking disruptive shit and then he has the nerve to step back away from me and press himself into the corner by the pantry door like this whole scenario wasn’t bullshit of his own making.
When I grabbed for him, he tried to kick the step ladder between us. That’s exactly the kind of behavior that makes my blood turn to molten glass.
He’s strong. Stronger than me. And he fuckin fights me every step of the way.
That one fake ass breath of whispered protest before I squeeze the air from his chest. “Wait”
But nah because tell me why he started this shit in the first place? House slippers on the countertop? Assless shorts so tight he doesn’t even have to be hard for every single detail of his dick to be fully displayed.
But he was hard.
Because that’s the kind of nasty piggy Fuckhole is. He will twist and struggle and kick and shove and wail and snarl.
But it’s only ever gon end one way.
I used his shorts as the perfect thigh restraints. Folded him like a fucking To Do list and crammed him under the kitchen island with his kneecaps on his earlobes.
That fake ass bullshit where he does these feeble shoves at my hip bone and upper thigh.
I stuffed his arms crisscross into the legs of his shorts. Each of his hands on his opposite thigh. Easy to hold his crossed forearms and press down to fully immobilize him with just one hand.
He looked at me with such undisguised smugness that I wanted to destroy him. He did all his best acting. Dramatic squeals and sharp, meaningless commands. It’s a corny lil act. As fake as his apologies.
I rubbed the head of my dick down his split. While he’s reciting his greatest hits, he’s prying himself open with his crossed hands. No Don’t Please No and squirming his pelvis upwards to take me. I was so tired of his bullshit.
I worked him hard and rough and deep where he’s wettest. When he came he flopped out like a starfish and giggled.
Right up until I dragged him back by the thigh and then all his smug bullshit evaporated. He didn’t try that same tired litany of “no don’t please stop.” Fuckhole wasn’t performing now.
I stared at him watching the seriousness ice his features into a frozen grimace. I held his eyes and peeled off those wet shorts. Spread him wide and exposed. I rubbed my wet thumb where he is tightest. All the juices from his cum had flowed down from his hungry manhole to his tight asshole.
He’s a strong man. Strong enough that I always have to work hard to subdue him. All that extra work only stokes my fury. He fights like a shark!
But it only ever ends one way.
That’s his real begging time. Where he says all the most delicious things. Those previous outcries of fake shit probably work on his others. But, when I get him like this, he says all the things that make him mine. Idgaf what he tries; he started it and I will finish it.
He wouldn’t stop resisting me, even when he understood all his usual games would not work. The crocodile tears, the groveling, the bullshit promises. But he opened just how I trained him. Slow and steady. Wide and deep. He grabbed my hand and whispered so sweetly “You’re hurting me”
We go thru this all the time. I make him say it to my face. “Is it the bad pain or the pain you need, Fuckhole?”
This time he looked away from me and didn’t answer.
And he knows it only makes me angrier. Shook him. I stared him down. He writhed beneath me. That halfhearted hand shoving against my hip bone.
Fuckhole grabbed the base of my prosthetic in his hand. He squeezed me.
I love to watch when he traces his fingertips around his asshole. His soft brown eyes blinking behind his fluttering half-closed lids. His fingers lightly circumventing the taut, clenching skin where his body surrounds me.
I shoved once and he cried out. Then he looked at me. It took him a few starts to answer the question. “I need it.”
I wish I could make him look at me like this all the time. He stares at me wide-eyed with transparent fear so rich and raw it makes me ache to possess him. But it’s not fear of what we do, it’s fear of his own unending desire for it. He needs it like this and he cannot control his own all consuming hunger.
He’s such a strong man. Strong fighter. My strong little fuckhole. Feeling how hard he made me inside my prosthetic. He felt around between us, trying to figure out how much deeper I’d need to go to get his tightest hole around the base where my tdick is.
He looked me right in the eyes and the fear was like a lightening bolt thru my skull. I live for it! Making Fuckhole look at me like that.
Midway through I let go of his thighs so he could get it how he it feels best for him. His ass in the air, his fist in his teeth, his fingers intertwined with mine on his hip.
He gets to this point where the harder and rougher I thrust, he becomes more feral. He snarls “you’re hurting me” and I always say “yes”
Yes I am.
This time he was throwing that ass up then winding his hips against me and squeezing me so tight inside him. Each time he exhaled, I inhaled the power of him.
Then the fucker stepped on my chest and shoved me off him with all his thigh strength. He scrambled away so fkn fast and I almost didn’t catch the mfker.
I was able to snatch his ankle and drag him back to me. But he kept kicking out with his other leg. I had to dig my knees into the backs of his thighs and grab his wrists tight to hold him still. I tried to get back into him, but I had to let go of one of his wrists to do it. He immediately shoved his free hand between us and pushed at my hand.
The greedy fucker. He wasn’t crawling away. He was grabbing one his sex toy’s that fell off the kitchen counter.
Fuckhole gets me so furious with this shit. Screaming out all sorts of victim shit and trying to hand me a fat stubby dildo to jam into his empty hole while I fuck his ass. Greed. The audacious greed of this man. Sometimes he makes me so angry I start to blind. I can’t see anything but ruining him.
His face smooshed into the linoleum and his dark fuzzy ass slamming slamming slamming onto me. When I started to cum, I shoved him down flat on the floor. Licked the sweat between his shoulder blades. Bit down on his crop top and growled into his flesh. I hugged him tight to my chest and balanced on the tips of my toes so I could pound down into him. It felt like all his strength was mine. Siphoned out of him and infusing me with more and more vigor each thrust that I couldn’t stop.
I kept thinking of all the dumb shit he puts me through. We played three rounds of burglar all night long. I had to move to the fkn sofa just to catch a few hours of uninterrupted sleep before dawn. What’s the thanks I got for all my efforts? Just more work.
And I worked him as hard as I could. Thrusting like I was trying to get through the kitchen floor and into the basement. He was sucking my fingers and crying out all sorts of filthy things.
The extra dildo make him unbearably tight. Fuckhole gets me everytime. Drains me. He’s a monster. An insatiable monster.
I came so hard.
I can’t stop thinking about him. I wanna go back tonight, break in, have him begging all over again.