#43
“Suck me off.”
Enrique commanded, his fingers roughly twisting a strand of black hair. Anture obeyed, opening his mouth to engulf Enrique’s dick.
Anture filled him, front and back.
While licking and sucking, Anture simultaneously inserted another finger into his rear. Two fingers were enough to fill him completely. His fingers slowly withdrew and then plunged back in, repeating the motion.
“Ah… Ah…!”
Enrique’s muffled moan grew stronger. With each lick of his hot mouth and each thrust of the finger, the moans became sweeter and more intense. Anture was clumsy, but he was quickly getting the hang of pleasuring Enrique.
“Ah-huh, huh. Ah…!”
Initially cautious, the finger movements became bolder. The deeper and rougher the thrusts into his rear, the more intense the pleasure in Enrique’s moans.
The tip of the long finger, relentlessly probing, suddenly struck a deep spot within him.
“Hmph…!”
His waist involuntarily arched, a sharp cry escaping his lips.
“Here? Do you like it here?”
Anture asked, licking the tip of the dick with his tongue.
“Mmm…”
Enrique responded with a moan of pleasure, confirming his preference. The last vestiges of composure vanished from Anture’s face. With urgent eyes, he pressed his fingertip against that spot again.
“Hot…!”
Tension coiled through his body, his waist arching. White stars flickered before his eyes. His whole body tingled. He craved a more intense stimulation.
“Enrique, do you know you’re practically dripping with pheromones? I can’t take it anymore.”
Anture growled lowly. Enrique grasped Anture’s shoulders and whispered,
“Come on top.”
A gleeful light flashed in Anture’s dark eyes. His dick and rear were instantly empty. Propping himself up on his hands, Anture climbed on top, his face like that of a beast on the verge of explosion.
“Ask me to fuck you.”
Even on the brink of losing control, Anture was acting cocky.
“Beg me to fuck you.”
Enrique, equally on the verge of collapse, maintained his composure.
Their gazes clashed in the air.
“…Damn it.”
Finally, Anture cursed, urgently spreading Enrique’s thighs.
“Fuck me. No, I’ll fuck you.”
Anture, alternating between pleading and demanding, thrust his hard, hot dick inside. Enrique wanted to prolong the moment, but honestly, he was at his limit.
“Hurry…”
Hearing the barely audible urging, Anture’s eyes finally lost all reason, spinning wildly.
“Haak…!”
“Ugh…!”
As Anture’s dick entered fully, both of them moaned almost simultaneously.
His insides were completely full, to the point of bursting. His stretched rear felt terrifying, yet his body trembled with ecstatic delight.
“Ugh… Hmm… Don’t move…”
Enrique pleaded, scratching Anture’s firm back. He didn’t want the hot dick to leave him. And the fear of the intense pleasure that would come with its movement washed over him.
“No, Enrique. I can’t hold back.”
Anture growled. Enrique scratched his back harder, defying his request. But this only eroded Anture’s patience.
Anture roughly kissed him. Their lips were scorching hot. Anture’s lips and body were as hot as burning iron.
With a kiss that felt like he was being devoured, Anture began to move. The thrusts of his hips, pulling back and then forcefully plunging in, were powerful.
“Hmph! Ugh!”
Enrique moaned loudly with each thrust. With each withdrawal and deep plunge, the pleasure climbed, step by step. The sensations were so vivid and intense, it felt like he would go mad. He was terrified he might lose his mind.
“Anture, stop. Stop it.”
Enrique mumbled, pulling away from the animalistic kiss. But Anture captured his lips again.
“Hup, up. Huh… Ugh.”
Far from stopping, the thrusts intensified. The powerful thrusts felt like they would shatter his body.
It should have been painful, with such a muscular body. It should have hurt. But it didn’t. Every impact of Anture’s heavy body, every plunge of the hot dick, sent shivers of ecstasy through him.
“Ahk! Hk! Ugh! So, good. Ah, stop. Huh! Anture!”
Enrique no longer knew what he was saying. It was good. Insanely good. And he hated it. He felt like he would go insane.
“I like it too, Enrique. Your insides are so hot and wonderful. Ha… I think I’m going crazy because of you.”
Anture’s thrusts became faster and stronger. His powerful body, and his hot, heavy dick, felt like they were made solely for Enrique. The forceful impact of his body heightened Enrique’s pleasure, and the hot dick, filling him completely, scraping, rubbing, and thrusting against his pleasure point, drove him wild.
The surging pleasure finally reached its peak. His muscles tightened, and his vision turned white.
“Hmph…!”
Enrique clutched Anture’s shoulders fiercely, reaching his climax. The forceful ejaculation struck their chests and abdomens.
His body trembled with the intense aftershocks of orgasm. But Enrique didn’t have time to savor the afterglow. Anture, oblivious to Enrique’s orgasm, continued to relentlessly thrust, churning his insides. The pleasure, barely subsided, began to surge again.
“Stop, hmph! Stop it.”
Enrique stammered, looking at his white legs shaking uncontrollably. But even he knew there was no sincerity in his words.
“Ha-, that was close. Do you know how tightly you squeezed me? I almost came.”
Anture whispered in a rough voice, biting Enrique’s neck. Contrary to his words, his thrusts only grew stronger and more violent, showing no sign of slowing down.
His body and mind were consumed by pleasure. With each deep thrust, moans of pleasure escaped his lips. The pleasure was overwhelming, bordering on agony. And at the same time, it was excruciatingly good. He felt like he could die happily like this.
At some point, physiological tears welled up in Enrique’s eyes and streamed down his cheeks. His vision blurred. He clung to the hot body that was giving him this agonizing pleasure. His legs were wrapped around Anture’s waist, his own waist moving rhythmically with Anture’s thrusts. With each perfect synchronization, their bodies separating and then perfectly merging, moans of ecstasy erupted from both of them.
The feeling of climax crept back. Enrique bit down hard on Anture’s shoulder, the overwhelming pleasure causing him pain. It seemed to only increase Anture’s pleasure, his thrusts growing even stronger. He seemed intent on killing Enrique.
“Mmm… uh… uh…”
Enrique, his teeth sunk into the strong shoulder, could only helplessly watch the waves of climax threatening to engulf him. His fingers, digging into Anture’s back, left scratches. His legs tightened around Anture’s waist, his toes curling inwards. And finally, as the immense wave of climax crashed over him, Enrique stopped breathing, clinging tightly to Anture.
“……!!!”
It was an orgasm like death. His mind flashed white, then black, repeatedly.
“Kuh…!!”
Unable to bear the intense pressure, Anture let out a soft moan, his body stiffening like stone. Hot liquid spread through Enrique’s body, shaking violently from the intensely powerful orgasm.
“Ahk… ugh…”
Enrique finally moaned, a mixture of pain and pleasure. Anture, too, let out a ragged breath, releasing the tension in his arms that had been supporting his upper body.
Thud.
His heavy body collapsed onto Enrique’s. Their chests pressed together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Their bodies were burning hot, drenched in sweat. But the slick, hot skin, far from being unpleasant, felt intensely erotic.
