Peter the sweet young fox-shifter watches the Wolf from afar, desperate to approach, but fear holds him back. He plans a trick that will take him into the Wolf's lair, and maybe get him the hard fucking he truly desires. WARNING:Story contains 2 hot men doing domination, hard a**l use, dubious consent & blowjobs until they melt down in the heat of their orgasms. May be too hot to handle!
He says, as if this is completely obvious and normal - denying your lover satisfaction. I’m filled with rage, and I glare at him, disgusted. But, worse than that, his denial has me even more aroused. I need, desperately, to cum. I might catch fire if he leaves me hanging like this.
“Fine!” I scream, after a second of this standoff.
And just like that, snatches a handful of my hair and thrusts his rock-hard shaft down my throat. I whine like a rutting vixen as he plows himself between my damp lips. I can barely, breathe, let alone pleasure him, but it doesn’t seem to matter. The play of my tongue over that long column is the only gentle part. In the violence of it I rake him accidentally with my teeth, which only makes him grunt and thrust harder.
His cock is swelling and flexing in the soft cave of my mouth, and I know he’s getting close. A flutter of fear trembles in me, that his cum will drown me in a ferocious torrent. His pre is salty dew on the tip, dribbling across my mouth as he fucks it. He’s lost in his own world and I scramble, pressing my fingers into the flesh of his ass for purchase against this assault. All the while my own body is humming, the desperation amplified by his obvious pleasure. I like being used like this by him, something I never thought possible. It stirs some deep subservient nature of mine, and his pleasure is worth everything."