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Ollie
pressed his ass backward. He bit his bottom lip as he wiggled his ass around a
little. He wanted to feel that hard cock smashed against his ass, not his
back.
“Keep
that up, and I’m going to fuck you,” Griffin’s deep and sleep filled voice
said from above him.
Ollie’s heart quickened as he braved the threat and wiggled again. He gasped
when Griffin rolled, placing Ollie below him. Griffin grabbed Ollie’s, pushing
them above his head with one hand as the other skimmed down his side.
Ollie
shivered at the contact.
Griffin’s dark eyes were intense as he gazed into Ollie’s eyes. “Do you want
to get fucked, baby?”
Ollie
swallowed and nodded. He had wanted to get fucked by Griffin from the moment
he had laid eyes on him this morning. The previous night, as intense as it had
been, wasn’t enough. Ollie was having serious doubts that he would ever get
enough.
“Stand
and strip.” Griffin’s voice was deep, commanding, and guttural.
Ollie
shivered as Griffin released him. He stood, his hands shaking as he pulled his
shirt over his head, tossing it aside, and then pushed his pants down his
legs, kicking them off along with his underwear. He groaned when he bent to
remove his socks and felt a hand glide over his ass.
“You
have a very nice body, Ollie.” Griffin said as he stood and slowly started to
peel his own clothes off.
Ollie
gulped when he saw the large cock slap Griffin’s belly. His mouth watered to
taste it, to take it into his mouth, and suck it until Griffin shouted his
name. Would Griffin shout his name?
Griffin tossed his clothes aside and then cupped Ollie’s face, rubbing their
cocks together as he kissed Ollie as if he mattered, like he wanted this as
much as Ollie did.
Ollie
moaned as Griffin cupped his ass, pulling him closer, taking the kiss deeper.
His skin broke out in goose bumps as Griffin’s hands left his ass and slid
over his back. He wanted to climb the large man and beg to be fucked.
“You’re mine, Ollie. I won’t share you with anyone else. Do I make myself
clear?”
Ollie
nodded. “Yes.”
A low
guttural growl left Griffin’s lips at Ollie’s answer. “Get onto the blankets
and lay on your back,” Griffin demanded.
Ollie
twisted around, scrambling to do as the larger man commanded. His skin buzzed
with excitement at the knowledge that Griffin was going to claim him again.
Ollie laid down on his back and spread his legs wide.
“Beautiful,” Griffin whispered as his eyes roamed over Ollie’s naked body, but
Ollie wasn’t sure if Griffin was talking to him or to himself.
He
fisted the sheets as Griffin dropped to his knees and crawled up the blanket,
smoothing his hands over Ollie’s legs. Ollie was dying to move, to wiggle
around and beg Griffin to fuck him already, but he bit back his urges.
His
eyes damn near rolled to the back of his head as Griffin’s fingertips played
over his skin, slowly making their way up his thighs toward his hard cock.
Ollie almost whined at the slow pace.
Griffin wrapped his large hand around Ollie’s hard shaft. This time he
couldn’t stop his moan. His legs spread wider as Griffin stroked his cock. The
other hand cupped his balls, massaging them as Griffin watched him intently.
Ollie
writhed, squirmed, and moaned as he succumbed to the waves of ecstasy that
tried to pull him under. He lay there, drowned in a flood tide of exquisite
rapture as Griffin took him to another place, a place where Ollie was no
longer his own person, a place where Griffin owned him, mind, body, and soul.
“Come
for me.”
Ollie’s back left the blankets as he cried out, hot jets of cum shooting from
his cock as Griffin stroked him through his orgasm. The pleasure was pure and
explosive as Ollie shouted Griffin’s name, his head thrashing from side to
side. He panted as Griffin milked his cock, pulling every last drop from his
balls.
“You’re beautiful when you come, Ollie,” Griffin whispered. “You make me feel
like I can conquer the world.”
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