Take it all

As much as I wanted to taste it and suckle my fingers until there was nothing left, I brought my middle and index fingers to his tiny opening and, without warning, pressed them into his waiting ass.

 He shuddered and groaned, his fingers curling into fists, but I didn't stop. Instead, I started to make a scissoring motion with them until I could include my ring finger.

 "Look how nicely you stretch for me. You must really want my cock, huh?" I asked, and he nodded.

 "Yes, Garber, please, inside me now," his voice had some boldness in it that I immediately wanted to tone down, so I bit his neck hard, until I felt like I would draw blood before I started to suckle and lap at the spot with my tongue.

 That definitely got him off, as my hands didn't stop the motion.

 His moans and the way his ass kept grinding on my cock served as fuel, and I kept working like a damned machine programmed to give him pressure.

 In no time, he let out a deep groan as he gripped my shirt and came all over my palm, some of his cum leaking onto the floor.

 His body melted against the wall, and I had to bring my hand up to his chest to hold him in place.

 I could feel his heart rapidly beating against my palm, and the mere thought of him beating so hard and fast for me turned me on.

 I didn't care if he was tired or about to faint right now; I just needed to fuck him.

 He was mine this moment, and even though I couldn't keep him or ever make him mine, I could at least enjoy this moment and mark him.

 "Did you like that? You little fake. Pretending to be all innocent in class, yet you moan my name like you're singing a fucking hymn!" My hands held his waist, and I dry-humped him through my jeans until my cock felt too suffocated in the tightened material of my bottoms.

 "Garber, I—"

 "You want my cock in your ass. Is that what you're about to say? Because you don't have a way out right now," I said as I freed my cock in one swift move and slapped it on his round ass.

 It stood erect, poking his asshole greedily despite the seven inches of distance between us.

 "I'm scared," he whimpered after finally finding his voice. "It's my first time." His voice was so soft, so innocent, I would have been fooled if his hole wasn't begging to be ravaged by me.

 "And what makes you think it isn't mine?" I asked as I made another attempt to poke him, to no avail.

 "You've been with so many girls, I've practically lost count!" He snapped, and despite the anger in his voice, all I could hear was the fact that he was keeping tabs. He was still looking at me even when I didn't notice.

 "So you were counting, huh? You must have been really jealous, right? You wanted my cock so much, you wanted my kiss so much, yet you felt tortured every time I kissed and made out with someone else, right?" I asked, and he stayed silent.

 "You fucking answer when I ask you a question!" I growled as I used my free hand to turn his face to me before taking his lips in mine and kissing him senseless until all the oxygen in his head had been sucked out.

 When I let go of his wet lips, I smiled, satisfied at how swollen and pink they looked, and just as a reward, I bit his ear, enjoying the soft sigh that he breathed as he melted even further into the wall, like I had sucked away all of his strength.

 And I used that as a window to enter him.

 He didn't expect that I would go all in, my seven and a half inches in his virgin hole, and honestly, neither did I, but the moment I let my tip in, I just didn't see myself stopping.

 A scream erupted from the back of his throat, but I immediately captured it in another kiss.

 This time, as I stood still, my waist pressed tightly against his smooth round ass, I gave him the softest kiss I'd ever given a person.

 Again, he started to melt and sigh into the kiss, his eyes closed. I let go of his hand, which he immediately brought to the side of my face, those soft gamer paws of his.

 Lifting my right hand from where I held him in place on his waist, I palmed his hand on my face and interlaced our fingers.

 It was the best feeling of my life, and I just wished time would stop so I could feel the softness and gentleness of it for the rest of my life.

 I almost said, "I love you," when we broke apart to catch some air.

 "I'll move now," I said, and he gave a small nod in reply, arching his back some more to encourage me. But maybe if he knew that I planned to fuck my sexual frustrations of the past four years into him, he wouldn't have given me so much access.

 I brought my hand underneath his thigh and angled his knee at a 90-degree angle for more entrance.

 Perfect.

 I withdrew my cock like a syringe until only my tip was still buried inside him before slamming back in. He screamed, but this time, I didn't have the kindness to seal it with a kiss.

 "If you don't want to turn this into voyeurism, I would advise that you bite into my shirt," I said, and without warning, slammed back into him, taking him like I needed him, like my whole existence depended on this fuck.

 It was the tightest of my life, and my record of lasting really long was broken by his tight back garden.

 But I didn't leave him unscratched.

 No. He was bent over and rugged, barely able to move without groaning when we finally came together.

 My jeans were down, and he'd pulled his off because we needed to move away from the wall so he could bend over properly and use his hands to support himself against the ground.

 Jerking him off and shooting my cum inside him at the same time brought a sense of satisfaction and purpose to me.

 I felt like I now had a dream, like I permanently wanted to leave my print on him. Make him have my babies.

 His deep, ragged breathing from beside him brought me out of my thoughts as I pulled off my singlet and gave it to him to clean up.

 "Thank you," he said, but it was barely above a whisper.

 I squinted and saw that he was depleted of energy. I should go get him something to drink and a wet towel, I thought, as I looked out from where we were and spotted a department store on our way here.

 "I'll go get you something to drink. It won't take a minute," I patted his shoulder and immediately ran off. But when I reached the edge of the building, I looked back and shouted, "Make sure you wait for me!" before running towards the store as I pulled my shirt over my head.