bigger.
Hank surged forward, the thick brand
of his cock stretching Remy as he pierced him. Remy clenched his
teeth against the gag in his mouth and let the burning sensation
roil through him as inch by inch the werewolf laid his claim. He
closed his eyes as the slick, throbbing heat spread him wide,
passing through the tight band of nerves before filling him
completely.
“ Open your eyes, Remy.
You’ll watch me as I take what’s rightfully mine.”
Remy opened them and looked at Hank,
the boldness of the man making Remy’s head spin. He should be
pissed off, enraged, but he wasn’t. He couldn’t be.
Hank captured Remy’s stare as he
settled in Remy’s ass, looking away for a brief moment to look at
where they were joined. “You feel my possession, Remy? You should
see my fat cock in your ass. Your greedy hole is holding me like a
tight fist.”
Remy trembled at the coarse language.
The gutter talk only heightened Remy’s desire.
“ Oh, you like that, don’t
you, Remy? You like it when I describe how I’ve staked you.” Hank
began to move languidly, making short strokes in and out of Remy’s
ass. “You should see how your greedy ass grips me, holding on so I
don’t pull away.”
Pre-cum oozed even thicker from Remy’s
cock, his whole body throbbing with the need to release. Hank
ducked his head under the bar, laying his entire body the length of
Remy’s so he could capture Remy’s mouth in another fiery kiss. He
pulled the gag from Remy’s mouth and covered it with his firm lips.
Hank pressed his tongue deep into Remy’s mouth, simulating at the
same pace his cock made as it scissored in and out.
Hank leaned up on one arm, his bicep
bulging, as he looked down and continued to move within Remy’s
body. “You said to let you go. Your body most certainly doesn’t
agree.”
“ I wanted you. But I can’t
promise forever.”
“ Wanted?” Hank paused,
lifting out of the cradle of limbs the bar collected. He stopped
his slow fucking and looked down at Remy. “You wanted me. As in the past
tense?”
“ I want you. There, is
that better?”
“ Good thing you know to
speak the truth. I would’ve known it for a lie if you hadn’t owned
up to it.”
“ How’s that? You’ve got me
hogtied. It’s not like I can run away,” Remy spit out.
“ You want to run away, do
you? Is that why your cock is leaking cum right now?” Hank leaned
back down and captured Remy’s mouth in another violent kiss. He
leaned up and growled. “I’m a wolf. I like the chase. You’d not get very
far.”
Hank grabbed Remy’s chin and made him
look at Hank. The hold was rough, almost too rough, but he seemed
to know just where the line was and didn’t cross it. “The reason
you weren’t afraid of me is you sense the truth, don’t you? You
knew I was going to come for you and take you. Didn’t
you?”
Remy’s eyes grew large as he stared at
Hank. He didn’t want to admit to any of that, even if he had
fantasized about the wolf taking him in the cabin.
“ You can’t keep things
from me, human.” Hank gave Remy a hard thrust. “I can read you too
easily.”
Hank captured Remy’s lips once more
and began fucking him hard. His powerful thrusts plumbed Remy’s
depths. As Remy grew closer and closer to orgasm, Hank pulled from
Remy’s lips, his teeth elongated more. Remy eyed the white teeth,
knowing he was about to be bitten again. His cock jerked, the need
for Hank to pierce his flesh too great. Hank bit into Remy’s neck,
the connection making Remy’s head spin. His heart pounded in his
ears, the sensation of the thick cock in his ass taking on a
greater pleasure as Hank took great drafts of his blood.
Remy screamed his release, cum
shooting from his cock in huge spurts between his and Hank’s
stomachs. Seconds later, Hank began to come, his seed a hot blast
in Remy’s ass. The orgasm seemed stretched out by Hank’s mouth
moving over his neck, sucking the blood into his body. Remy’s
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