Austin slammed the hotel door behind us and shoved me face-first against it. "You wanted this dick all night," he growled, already yanking my jeans down. His hand wrapped around my cock, rough and tight, jerking me hard while his teeth sank into my shoulder. I grunted, pushing back into him as he spat on his fingers and shoved two straight up my ass.
"Fuck, Austin," I hissed. He laughed low, working those fingers deep, stretching me open fast. His free hand slapped my ass cheek, then gripped it, spreading me wider for his probing. "Yeah, take it. You're gonna take every inch."
He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock in one hard thrust. No lube beyond spit and my own pre-cum, just raw and thick, splitting me open. I moaned loud against the door as he bottomed out, balls slapping my taint. Austin started pounding right away, hips snapping, driving that fat cock in and out like he owned my hole.
"Look at you, leaking all over the floor," he said, reaching around to stroke my dripping dick in time with his thrusts. Every slam hit my prostate dead-on, making my legs shake. Sweat slicked our skin as he fucked me harder, grunting with each push. "Tight little ass. Gonna fill you up."
I reached back and spread my cheeks for him, giving him full access. Austin groaned and went faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. He pulled out suddenly, spun me around, and dropped to his knees. His mouth swallowed my cock to the root, sucking hard while two fingers went back in my ass. He bobbed fast, tongue working the underside, then pulled off and spat on my hole again before standing.
"Bend over the bed," he ordered. I did, and he climbed on behind me, lining up and slamming back in. This angle was deeper. He grabbed my hips and used them like handles, railing me until the headboard banged the wall. My cock swung between my legs, slapping my stomach with every thrust. Pre-cum strung from the tip to the sheets.
Austin reached under and pinched my nipples, twisting them while he fucked. "You love this shit," he rasped. "Say it."
"I love your cock," I panted.
"Louder."
"I fucking love your cock in my ass, Austin!"
He flipped me onto my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and drove back in. His abs flexed as he fucked me missionary style, eyes locked on mine, sweat dripping from his chest onto my stomach. He spat on my cock and stroked it fast. "Gonna make you shoot," he said, pounding steady and deep. My balls tightened. I came hard, ropes of cum shooting across my chest and chin. My hole clenched around him.
Austin didn't stop. He fucked me through it, using my pulsing ass until his rhythm broke. "Take my load," he growled, burying deep. I felt every hot pulse as he emptied inside me, hips jerking, filling me until it leaked out around his cock.
He pulled out slow, watching his cum drip from my stretched hole. Then he leaned down and kissed me rough, tongue pushing in. "Round two in the shower," he muttered against my mouth. "Don't clean up yet."
We stumbled to the bathroom still half-hard, water already running hot. Austin pushed me under the spray and dropped to his knees again, licking his own cum out of my ass while I braced against the tiles. His tongue worked deep, filthy and wet. My cock hardened fast against the wall.
He stood, spun me, and bent me over the tub edge. This time he slid in easier, my hole slick with his load and shower water. He fucked me slower at first, then built back to hard, dirty strokes, one hand fisting my hair, the other reaching around to jerk me off again. Water cascaded over us, mixing with sweat and cum.
"More," I begged. Austin gave it, pounding until I came a second time, weaker but still intense, my ass milking him. He followed right after, adding another load deep inside.
We stayed like that a minute, breathing hard, water washing away the mess. Austin pulled out and turned me to face him. "You're staying the night," he said, voice low and direct. "I'm not done with this ass."
By morning the sheets were wrecked and my hole was sore in the best way. Austin Armacost didn't do gentle. He did exactly what I needed: raw, filthy, and nonstop.
