I angled my head forwards. It was uncomfortable, but my throat made a slick channel, my tongue guiding his cock downwards. Harry quivered, the door shaking, his hands still pressed against it for support.
I encouraged his hips upwards. I wanted all of his ass as well. He followed my touch, and he lifted himself from my chest, giving me room to play.
He could hate me as much as he wanted after I’d satisfied him.
It was hard to choose between staying buried between his thighs or moving so I could properly hear his desperate sounds of pleasure. But as soon as he thrust his hips, driving his cock further down my throat, there was no competition.
With the curve of his stomach pressed against my head and my mouth stuffed with his cock, he was going to crush me. Tears stung at the corners of my eyes as I tried to breathe. All I could see was the shadow of his skin, and his rough hair rubbed against my cheeks as he thrust into me again.
I couldn’t remember ever seeing him so angry, but I deserved every fucking second of pain, even though it wasn’t a punishment.
Pressing my middle finger against his asshole again, he bucked, his cock pulsing in my mouth. I tried to bob my head, suck him, do anything, but he had me pinned. His cock was so thick that I couldn’t even move my tongue. It was incredible.
Harry was awkward at first, and he needed time to find a rhythm as I pressed deeper in his ass. I widened him up as he squeezed around me.
I tested a second finger, and he took it easily.
God, it was so warm inside him, like he’d been keeping himself just for me. I pushed as far as I could go until my knuckles bumped his skin. The hair there was just as coarse as his thighs.
I would have gone for three fingers, but it would have been a raw fuck, and the only place that should be raw when he was done was my throat.
So many men I slept with shaved, and I didn’t care either way, but it felt so right that his hair tickled my face as he pushed into my mouth, covering me in his scent.
Harry picked up speed until I just held my fingers straight, wrenching my jaw open as wide as I could go, while he took his anger out on me.
He fucked me with all his rage, forcing me down, grinding into my face as the back of my head chafed against the wooden floor.
I was sweating; the friction harsher with each movement. My cock was begging for release, but my mouth was so full that I didn’t care. My jaw ached, my lips stretched full, and I loved it. I’d never forget the taste of him again.
He moved his hips frantically, his distant cries begging me for more. All I wanted was his pleasure. I needed it to fill the agony inside my heart that had been eating away at me since the first night I texted him.
Harry’s musty heat was intoxicating. He thrust forwards, rather than down. I curved my fingers, finding his sweet spot, and he yelled. I groaned along with him as his cock swelled in my mouth. I imagined him pressed to the door as if he were on the edge of a cliff, hanging on for dear life.
But he stopped, his ass squeezing me so tightly I thought I was going to melt.
I couldn’t ask him if he was okay, but I pinched his cheek, finding that hard spot of inner muscle that fed directly to his prostate. As I pushed it, I gently stroked my fingers inside him, feeling him come undone.
I nearly came as he lowered himself, pushing so deep into my throat that I nearly shouted, and he circled his hips. The way he used me was fucking heaven.
Long, languid strokes as he drew out, bringing his cock to the tip of my tongue before he thrust back into me with a low groan. The door rattled as he crushed my nose into his crotch and pressed so firmly that I choked on nothing but him.
I took the cue and pressed against his prostate. He shouted as his hips shuddered again.
He was almost there.
The tension was killing me. I needed to feel his cum flowing inside me.
Each slow move had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I felt every ridge and vein on my tongue. Slower and slower until he couldn’t take any more.
He thrust hard as he came; the pain of my lips stretching was so worth it to feel his ass clench around me and his whole body shook.
I couldn’t even swallow. I just moaned at the thick slide of his cum sliding down the edges of my throat, his taste filling my mouth.
I stiffened my fingers, pushing him onto me, milking all of his pleasure. Even when he stopped coming, his body falling downwards, his pants echoing around me, I couldn’t let him go.
His taste was addictive, coating my tongue and throat. His cock softened in my mouth, and I finally had room to lick him, burying my nose in his hair, nuzzling at his groin.
Harry whimpered as he leaned back. Tremors travelled through us both as I pulled my fingers from his ass. I still stroked his hole, hoping for more.