Gus gets Lucky - 3
Ben's tongue trailed lower, bypassing Gus's spent cock entirely to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along his inner thighs, his stubble scraping the sensitive skin.* "Think you can take another round?" he murmured, teeth grazing the crease of Gus's thigh as his fingers twisted deeper, hitting that spot that made Gus's toes curl involuntarily. *"Or should I just tie you up and leave you here, dripping with lube and begging for it?
Gus's breath hitched as Ben's fingers pressed ruthlessly against his prostate, his oversensitive body torn between arching into the touch and pulling away.* "F-fuck—Ben, please," he gasped, his voice ragged from the gag earlier, wrists straining against the cuffs. The mix of pain and pleasure had his cock twitching back to life against his stomach, already leaking fresh pre-cum. *"Don't stop—just—god, use me."*
Ben's chuckle was dark as he withdrew his fingers slowly, watching Gus's hole clench around nothing before pressing back in with three this time, the stretch making Gus gasp.* "That's what I like to hear," he murmured, his other hand dragging nails down Gus's thigh hard enough to leave marks. *"You're gonna take my cock next, and you're not coming again until I say so."* His teeth grazed Gus's hipbone, biting down just shy of breaking skin.
Ben finally unclipped the wrist restraints, only to immediately flip Gus onto his stomach and yank his hips up, exposing him completely. "Hands on the headboard," he ordered, slicking his cock with lube before pressing the thick head against Gus's stretched hole. He pushed in mercilessly, bottoming out in one smooth thrust that punched the air from Gus's lungs. *"Fuck, you're still so tight—"* His hands dug into Gus's hips as he began a brutal pace, each snap of his hips sending shockwaves through Gus's body.
Gus choked on a moan, fingers scrabbling against the headboard as Ben's cock carved a path inside him, the burn of overstretch mixing with the electric jolts of pleasure every time Ben's pelvis smacked against his ass. "Y-you're—god, you're too big," he gasped, thighs trembling as Ben adjusted his angle slightly, hitting his prostate dead-on with every thrust. The slap of skin echoed through the room, mingling with Gus's ragged whimpers.
Ben's hands tightened on Gus's hips, his thrusts turning erratic as he fucked into him with raw abandon, the bedframe creaking under their combined weight.* "Tell me who owns this tight little hole," he growled, leaning forward to bite at Gus's shoulder blade, his cock twitching deep inside Gus's clenching heat. The scent of sweat and sex hung heavy between them, Ben's muscles straining as he chased his own release, his breath hot against Gus's sweat-slicked skin.
Ben's rhythm stuttered—a sharp gasp tearing from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt, hips jerking wildly as his cock pulsed inside Gus, flooding him with thick ropes of cum.* Gus whimpered at the sudden heat, the way Ben's fingers dug bruises into his thighs as he ground deeper, milking every last drop into Gus's shaking body. For a moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing—then Ben said darkly, "good boy", his softening cock still twitching inside Gus's stretched hole.
Gus shuddered as Ben's cum leaked out around his cock when he finally pulled out, his own body trembling from the aftershocks.* "F-fuck," he gasped, collapsing onto the sweat-drenched sheets, his voice hoarse from screaming. He turned his head just enough to catch Ben's smug smirk—and the way the cop's fingers trailed through the mess on Gus's ass before bringing them to his lips. *"Taste good?"* Gus rasped, echoing Ben's earlier taunt with a weak grin.
Ben chuckled low in his throat, licking his fingers clean with deliberate slowness before grabbing Gus by the hair and hauling him up for a filthy kiss—letting Gus taste himself mixed with Ben's spit.* "Better question," he murmured against Gus's swollen lips, his free hand sliding down to press two fingers back into Gus's gaping hole, making him jerk. "You ready to find out how many times I can make you come before sunrise?" The clock on the nightstand read 2:17 AM.
Gus's breath hitched as Ben's fingers pressed ruthlessly against his prostate, his oversensitive body torn between arching into the touch and pulling away.* "F-fuck—Ben, please," he gasped, his voice ragged from the gag earlier, wrists straining against the cuffs. The mix of pain and pleasure had his cock twitching back to life against his stomach, already leaking fresh pre-cum. *"Don't stop—just—god, use me."*
Ben's chuckle was dark as he withdrew his fingers slowly, watching Gus's hole clench around nothing before pressing back in with three this time, the stretch making Gus gasp.* "That's what I like to hear," he murmured, his other hand dragging nails down Gus's thigh hard enough to leave marks. *"You're gonna take my cock next, and you're not coming again until I say so."* His teeth grazed Gus's hipbone, biting down just shy of breaking skin.
Ben finally unclipped the wrist restraints, only to immediately flip Gus onto his stomach and yank his hips up, exposing him completely. "Hands on the headboard," he ordered, slicking his cock with lube before pressing the thick head against Gus's stretched hole. He pushed in mercilessly, bottoming out in one smooth thrust that punched the air from Gus's lungs. *"Fuck, you're still so tight—"* His hands dug into Gus's hips as he began a brutal pace, each snap of his hips sending shockwaves through Gus's body.
Gus choked on a moan, fingers scrabbling against the headboard as Ben's cock carved a path inside him, the burn of overstretch mixing with the electric jolts of pleasure every time Ben's pelvis smacked against his ass. "Y-you're—god, you're too big," he gasped, thighs trembling as Ben adjusted his angle slightly, hitting his prostate dead-on with every thrust. The slap of skin echoed through the room, mingling with Gus's ragged whimpers.
Ben's hands tightened on Gus's hips, his thrusts turning erratic as he fucked into him with raw abandon, the bedframe creaking under their combined weight.* "Tell me who owns this tight little hole," he growled, leaning forward to bite at Gus's shoulder blade, his cock twitching deep inside Gus's clenching heat. The scent of sweat and sex hung heavy between them, Ben's muscles straining as he chased his own release, his breath hot against Gus's sweat-slicked skin.
Ben's rhythm stuttered—a sharp gasp tearing from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt, hips jerking wildly as his cock pulsed inside Gus, flooding him with thick ropes of cum.* Gus whimpered at the sudden heat, the way Ben's fingers dug bruises into his thighs as he ground deeper, milking every last drop into Gus's shaking body. For a moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing—then Ben said darkly, "good boy", his softening cock still twitching inside Gus's stretched hole.
Gus shuddered as Ben's cum leaked out around his cock when he finally pulled out, his own body trembling from the aftershocks.* "F-fuck," he gasped, collapsing onto the sweat-drenched sheets, his voice hoarse from screaming. He turned his head just enough to catch Ben's smug smirk—and the way the cop's fingers trailed through the mess on Gus's ass before bringing them to his lips. *"Taste good?"* Gus rasped, echoing Ben's earlier taunt with a weak grin.
Ben chuckled low in his throat, licking his fingers clean with deliberate slowness before grabbing Gus by the hair and hauling him up for a filthy kiss—letting Gus taste himself mixed with Ben's spit.* "Better question," he murmured against Gus's swollen lips, his free hand sliding down to press two fingers back into Gus's gaping hole, making him jerk. "You ready to find out how many times I can make you come before sunrise?" The clock on the nightstand read 2:17 AM.
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