Chapter 167: Obscene r18

CASSIAN

I kept Noah on his side, one thick arm locked around his chest like an iron band, the other hooked under his knee, hoisting his leg high and wide so I could spear straight into the deepest part of him.

Every time I bottomed out, my balls slapped wetly against his taint and his whole body shuddered forward. I yanked him right back by the hip, impaling him again, forcing him to take every punishing inch.

His hole was drenched… my cum, lube, sweat, making each withdrawal slick and obscene, each re-entry a loud, squelching claim.

He was shaking violently now, full-body tremors rolling through him. His thighs quivered uncontrollably, his breath came in wet, shattered sobs.

His neglected cock leaked a steady stream against his own stomach, smearing pre-cum in glistening trails with every brutal jolt. His rim clenched desperately on every out-stroke like it was terrified I’d leave, then fluttered open again the instant I slammed home.

I didn’t slow down.

I kept driving into him, long, vicious strokes that made his ass cheeks ripple and his spine arch. The wet slap of flesh on flesh echoed off the walls.

His prostate took the brunt of every thrust; I could feel it swell under the constant battering, could feel the way his channel spasmed harder each time I ground against that bundle of nerves.

He was beyond words now, just high, keening whimpers and gasping sobs. His fingers scrabbled uselessly at the sheets. His hole milked me rhythmically, slick and greedy.

I came again, deep, molten spurts flooding his guts, adding to the mess already inside him.

He whined at the heat, walls fluttering wildly, trying to pull every drop deeper. I stayed buried, grinding slow, filthy circles, letting him feel the warmth spreading, the obscene fullness of being pumped full twice in a row.

‎I didn’t pull out.

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‎I stayed buried inside him, softening only enough to feel the wet heat of my own cum coating us both, but not enough to slip free.

Noah was still trembling, small, involuntary shivers that ran through his thighs, his back, his shoulders, like aftershocks that refused to die.

His breathing was ragged, little hitches every time he exhaled, and I could feel his hole fluttering around the base of my cock, still trying to adjust to the stretch even after two rounds.

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‎I shifted my hips experimentally, just a shallow rock, and he whimpered, soft and broken, face half-buried in the pillow.

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‎Still so sensitive.

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‎Good.

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‎I tightened my grip on his waist, fingers digging into soft flesh, and started fucking him again in that sideways position, slow, deliberate rolls that dragged every thick inch along his walls.

The cum inside him made it slicker, easier, but no less devastating. Each thrust pushed more of my release deeper, squelching obscenely every time my pelvis met his ass.

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‎Noah’s hands scrabbled at the sheets, trying to find purchase, trying to brace himself. He couldn’t. Every time he pushed back, I pulled him harder onto my cock, forcing him to take the full length again and again.

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‎”Cassian—” His voice cracked. “I can’t—I’m—”

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‎”You can,” I said quietly. No growl, no mockery. Just fact.

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‎I kept the rhythm steady, deep, unhurried, letting him feel every ridge, every vein, every pulse. His hole was swollen now, puffy and hot around me, gripping so tightly it was almost painful. I could feel the way he clenched every time I bottomed out, like his body was trying to keep me inside forever.

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‎I leaned forward, chest pressing to his back, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

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‎”You’re shaking,” I murmured. “Still so full of me.”

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‎He made a small, helpless sound, half sob, half moan, and I felt his cock twitch against his stomach, already trying to harden again even after everything.

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‎I slid one hand down his side, over the curve of his hip, until my fingers found the mess between his legs. Cum had leaked out around my shaft, dripping down his perineum, coating his balls. I pulled out, gathered some on my cock, smeared it back over his hole, then pushed two fingers in alongside my cock.

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‎Noah’s entire body jerked.

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‎”Fuck—!” The word tore out of him, raw and startled.

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‎I didn’t stop. I worked my fingers in deeper, stretching him even wider around my shaft, feeling the way his walls fluttered frantically. The added pressure made everything tighter, hotter, slicker. I could feel my own cock throbbing inside him, trapped between his clenching muscles and my fingers.

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‎”Look at you,” I said against his neck, voice low. “Taking four fingers and my cock like you were made for it.”

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‎He was crying again, soft, overwhelmed tears slipping down his cheeks, but his hips kept rocking back, greedy little movements that contradicted every sob.

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‎I fucked him like that for long minutes, slow, deep, fingers and cock working in tandem, until his moans turned into continuous, broken whimpers. His body was shaking so hard the bed trembled with him.

I pulled out slowly, watching thick ropes of my cum bubble out of his gaping, puffy hole and slide down the crease of his ass, pooling on the sheets.

The sight made my spent cock twitch and thicken again almost immediately.

I kissed the back of his neck, soft, almost tender, then murmured. “Cutie.”

I flipped him onto his stomach in one rough motion. Hands on his hips, I dragged his ass high, knees spread wide, face shoved into the pillow. He was sprawled out, exhausted, utterly exposed.

I draped my full weight over him, chest flush to his back, crushing him into the mattress. He gasped, air punched out of his lungs. I caught both his wrists in one hand, wrenching them above his head and pinning them to the bed with bruising force. My other hand wrapped around his throat collaring him, thumb resting over his frantic pulse.

I turned his face sideways with that grip on his neck, forcing his cheek against the pillow so I could see every flicker of expression.

His mouth hung open, drool already sliding from the corner of his lips onto the fabric. Tears streaked his flushed cheeks. His eyes were glassy, pupils blown, unfocused, completely cock-drunk.

I kissed him from that angle, awkward, messy, all teeth and tongue. He couldn’t move, could only take it, whimpering into my mouth as I claimed him again.

I bit his exposed shoulder, hard, sinking teeth in until he cried out, muffled against the sheets. Then I licked the mark, tasting salt and skin and submission.

I stayed like that, covering him completely, one hand pinning his wrists, the other collared around his throat, while I lined up and pushed back inside.

He was looser now, slick with loads of cum, but still tight enough to make me groan. I slid in to the root in one long glide.

Then I started fucking him again.

Short, brutal thrusts, using my grip on his wrists and throat as leverage. Every stroke rocked his whole body forward into the mattress, then dragged him back onto my cock. His ass jiggled with the impact; I could feel the soft flesh ripple under my hips.

His moans were constant now, high, helpless, needy sounds he couldn’t stifle. Drool pooled beneath his cheek. Tears kept leaking from the corners of his eyes. His hole spasmed around me with every thrust, trying to keep me inside.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I rasped against his ear. “Getting fucked raw like a needy little slut.”

He tried to glare, weak, watery, barely there, but the next thrust slammed his prostate and the glare shattered into a desperate cry.

I angled my hips, targeting that spot mercilessly, pounding it until his moans turned into full-on sobs.

“That’s what I thought,” I growled, nailing it again and again. “No more pretending you don’t love this cock.”

I leaned over him completely, chest pressed to his back, mouth at his ear.

“You’re mine,” I said, voice low and final. “Every part of you. Every whimper. Every tear.”

He sobbed, pleasure, overwhelm, complete surrender.

I felt another orgasm building in him, dry, no cum left, just endless waves of blinding ecstasy. His body seized, convulsing around my dick, hole clamping so hard it dragged my own release out of me. I buried deep and came again, hot, thick spurts flooding his already overflowing guts.

I stayed inside, softening slowly, still plugging him.

But even soft, I could feel the blood rushing back, my cock thickening again inside his wrecked hole.

Noah’s eyes flew open, wide with exhausted panic.

“Wait—”

He was still flat on his stomach, face-down, ass still high. I pulled out just long enough to reposition him and slip a pillow under him, knees spread wide, chest to the mattress, back arched much much higher, then shoved back in.

He whimpered, broken, hoarse.

I started again, slow at first, then hard, relentless.

His body bounced with every brutal thrust. I gripped his waist, fingers digging into soft flesh, bruising him, using the hold to yank him back onto my cock every time he slid forward.

He was helpless, couldn’t control the rhythm, couldn’t brace himself, could only take it. His ass jiggled obscenely with each impact; I slapped it once, twice, watching the pink deepen to red.

His moans were nonstop, desperate, slutty, embarrassing sounds he couldn’t muffle.

‎I slapped his ass once, hard. He squeaked, hole tightening around me like a vice. I did it again. And again. Each slap made him clench, made him moan louder, made his body jolt forward only to be yanked back by my grip.

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‎I could see his face, mouth open, drool sliding down his chin, tears streaking his cheeks, eyes glassy and unfocused. He looked completely gone, lost in sensation, dignity shredded.

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‎I leaned down, licked the tears from his cheek, then bit his ear. He cried out, body arching even more.

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‎I kept fucking him, deep, punishing thrusts that rocked the entire bed. The headboard slammed against the wall with rhythmic violence. His moans turned into continuous, high-pitched whimpers, embarrassing, needy, unstoppable.

I pulled out suddenly, watching cum gush from his gaping, puffy hole in thick white streams. I gathered it on my cockhead, then shoved back inside, forcing it deeper.

He sobbed.

‎I flipped him again, onto his back, legs pushed up and out, ankles beside his ears. I folded him in half, pinning him completely. One hand wrapped around his throat, light pressure, thumb on his pulse. The other braced beside his head.

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‎I drove in, deep, brutal, merciless.

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‎His eyes rolled back.

‎I fucked him like that, hard, fast, relentless, until he came again, dry, convulsing, hole spasming around me so hard it dragged my own orgasm out of me. I buried deep and came inside him again, filling him until it leaked out around my cock.

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‎I collapsed over him, breathing hard, still inside.

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‎He was shaking, full-body tremors, completely spent.

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‎I stayed there, softening slowly, plugging him full of my cum.

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‎But even soft, I could feel the stirrings of hardness again.

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‎Noah whimpered, weak, broken.

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‎I kissed his temple, voice rough.

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‎”We’re not done.”

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