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the pressure of his weight on me, and the fullness of his muscular hairy body made me sink into the bed even further.
    “I -- I just wanted to show you how grateful I was...” I heard myself saying.
    His face got even closer to mine, and I could feel his beard against my cheek. He was smelling me, inhaling my scent, the whiskers of his facial hair sending electricity down my body. I could hear him breathing, and I could feel from the heaviness of his cock on my crotch, that he was completely naked, just like me.
    He smelled every part of me: first my neck, then he licked and bit it. The pain was sharp and quick and I knew it would leave a mark, but for some reason I was okay with that. Then he smelled my hairy armpits and said, “Mmm,” as he licked the side of my body with his whole tongue. The hot sensation, which was followed by the cold breeze, made me moan and whimper again for him. As he tilted his head and ran his whiskers across my stomach into my crotch, I had to let out another moan. “Uuuugh,” I said. I knew my voice was high pitched at times, although I tried to make it lower; but the pitch seemed to turn him on even more. He immediately smelled my shaft, tracing his tongue over it, giving it long licks from base to tip, nibbling on that soft spot between my balls and shaft, and I groaned some more.
    “Oh, God, yes please,” I said. “Oh, fuck yeah,” I said. It felt insanely good.
    He flipped me over so quickly that my body and stomach smacked hard against the bed. Now he towered over me and I was helplessly subject to his will. He got even closer: his massive thighs pushing me down into the mattress with his body weight. Before I could realize what was happening, he lifted my thighs in the air with both hands so that he had full access to eat out my shaft and ass from behind.
    I was in ecstasy. There he was, this intimidating, unbelievably macho man on his knees, chowing down on my shaft, flashing his tongue around the circle of my hole, tempting me. He was biting and sucking as if he were biting into a melon, moaning and saying, “Mmm, fuck, you taste good,” and I’d never felt a sensation like that before. His hands were gripped on either side of my hips, with my ass held right up to his face, and then his tongue dipped into my hole, and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. He drew out, circled around the outside of it, and moved up and down my shaft, his voice rumbling. The vibration of it and the prickly sensation of his beard were like a thousand cocks pushing themselves inside every G-spot I had. He dipped that long, talented tongue in there again, circling the rim first, then shoving its way inside as he bit the outside of my cheek.
    I screamed. I couldn’t help myself.
    “Mine,” I heard him say. “You’re mine, right?”
    I was panting so hard and apparently didn’t answer him quickly enough, because he bit me even harder and sharper.
    “Yes, ” I screamed, afraid that another hesitation would warrant more punishment.
    His grip softened and he seemed pleased with that answer . “Good,” he said, allowing my hips to fall back down to the bed.
    He bent over me, both hands on my back, slightly caressing me, slightly holding me in position. “Are you ready?” he asked me in his low bass voice.
    “For what?” I asked him, trying to catch my breath.
    “For this...” he said, and as he did, I felt the force of his big , thick tool slide into me, nice and slow and steady. He had to do it that way or with its size, it would have ripped me apart; but with all that he had me do to suck and moisturize it, it slid right in like butter.
    I moaned, my high -pitched moan.
    He lowered himself over me so that he could speak softly into my ear. “I love it when you moan like that.”
    And for once, I felt comfortable and safe with my voice; for the first time in a long time, actually. I could feel his pubic hairs against the rump of my ass, and I knew then that he was all the way inside