I showed up at his apartment exactly when he told me to. No knocking, just the door left cracked like always. The second I stepped inside he was on me, one hand fisting my shirt and yanking me forward until my chest hit his. “Strip. Now. Everything off and on your knees, slut.” His voice was low and rough, the kind that made my cock twitch before I even got my pants down.
I tore my clothes off fast, letting them drop where they fell. My dick was already half-hard and leaking at the tip. He watched with that cold stare that always made me feel small. When I dropped to my knees on the hard floor he stepped closer, boots planted wide, and unzipped. His thick cock swung out heavy and dark, already stiffening. “Open,” he ordered. I did, tongue out, and he slapped the head against it a few times before shoving in deep.
He didn’t ease in. He fucked my throat right away, both hands gripping my hair, hips snapping forward until my nose pressed into his pubes and I gagged around him. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto my chest. “That’s it, take it like the cocksucker you are,” he growled. Every time I tried to pull back he pushed harder, using my mouth like a hole. My own cock throbbed untouched between my legs, dripping onto the floor.
When he pulled out I was gasping, strings of spit connecting my lips to his shiny shaft. He kicked my knees wider apart and walked around behind me. A heavy hand shoved between my shoulder blades until my chest hit the floor and my ass stayed up. “Spread yourself.” I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart, hole exposed and already twitching. He spat on it, rubbed the spit in with two fingers, then pushed them straight in without warning. I moaned at the stretch, pushing back onto his hand.
“Needy fucking hole,” he said, scissoring his fingers, opening me up rough and fast. He added a third and twisted, making me whine. My cock hung heavy and untouched, swinging with every thrust of his hand. Pre-cum kept leaking out in long strings.
He pulled his fingers free and I heard the tear of a condom wrapper. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my hole a second later. He didn’t ask. He just shoved in, one long thrust that forced me open around him. I cried out, the burn mixing with the filthy pleasure of being filled. He bottomed out and stayed there, grinding deep while I panted against the floor.
Then he started fucking. Hard, deep strokes that slapped his balls against me every time. One hand stayed on the back of my neck, pinning me down. The other reached under and grabbed my cock, jerking it in time with his thrusts. “You’re just a hole for me tonight,” he grunted. “Say it.”
“I’m a hole,” I gasped. “Your hole.”
“Louder.”
“I’m your fucking hole! Use me!”
He slammed in harder, the sound of skin on skin loud in the room. Every thrust knocked the breath out of me. My knees slid on the floor from the force.
He let go of my cock and grabbed both hips, yanking me back onto him like a toy. I could feel every thick inch stretching me, the head dragging over my prostate on every stroke until my vision blurred.
He pulled out suddenly and flipped me onto my back. My legs were shoved up and apart, knees to my chest. He sank back in and started pounding again, this time watching my face while he wrecked me. “Jerk your cock,” he ordered. I wrapped a hand around myself and stroked fast, matching his rhythm. My balls were tight, my hole clenching around him with every thrust.
“Don’t come until I tell you,” he warned. I nodded, biting my lip, trying to hold back while he used me. Sweat dripped off his chest onto mine. His cock felt even thicker now, stretching me open wider with every brutal snap of his hips.
When he finally growled “Come,” I let go. My cock pulsed in my fist, shooting thick ropes across my stomach and chest. My hole clamped down hard around him. He fucked me through it, then pulled out, ripped the condom off, and straddled my chest. Two quick strokes and he was shooting hot cum across my face and open mouth. I licked what I could reach, tasting him while he watched.
He stayed there a minute, breathing heavy, then stood and pulled me up by the hair. “Clean it.” I sucked his softening cock into my mouth, licking every drop off while he held my head steady. When he was satisfied he pushed me back down to my knees.
“Stay there until I say you can move.” He walked away, leaving me kneeling in the mess we’d made, cum drying on my face and chest, ass still throbbing from the fucking. I stayed exactly where he left me, breathing slow, already half-hard again at the thought of what else he might want before the night was over.
