Erotic Short Stories 3
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“Desperate?” I smirked.
“In the worst way,” he replied. Hank grabbed the base of his cock and levered his monster toward my mouth. His musky scent and the sight of his pre-cum were more than I could take.
I opened wide as he fed me his cock. His salty taste exploded across my tongue. I moved my lips up and down his cock, the head hitting the back of my throat. Hank pressed a hand to the back of my head and thrust upward in quick bursts. I swallowed his dick until my mouth was at the base then pulled back.
Hank groaned. “Not like this, Brad.”
Hearing my name while I was looking right at his cock sent a shiver through me. He reached into the coffee table and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom.
I arched a brow.
He smiled. “Stuck this stuff in there earlier when you were in the bathroom.”
“So you had all this planned out before we left for the party?”
“Well, you did agree to come back to my place.” He patted his rigid abdomen. I shucked my boxers and climbed aboard. Hank stretched me, his fingers thrusting in and out of my ass as I writhed on top of him, pressing the heels of my hands into his hairy chest.
Fingers gone, Hank slid the condom down his hard shaft. He grabbed my hips and guided me to his beast. He winked right before he impaled me, making me cry out.
But he didn’t let up, didn’t give me time to adjust. I would’ve said I rode him like he was a stallion, but Hank kept me in place as he jetted upward, fucking me so fast and hard I nearly fell off him.
He grinned and then jackknifed, placing me on my back. Hank pressed his large hands into the back of my thighs and moved his hips so fast that I didn’t have time to catch my breath as his cock sawed in and out of my ass.
“Oh god, fuck yes!” A lot of fragmented things fell from my mouth as he rattled my brain and tried to knock it loose with his powerful thrusts.
I reached for my bobbing cock, but before I could curl my fingers around the hard and heated flesh, I came so hard that I became lightheaded. I shouted his name as ribbons of pearly-white cum shot across my chest.
Hank snarled, thrusting faster, then buried his cock deep as he threw his head back and cried out.
Afterward, we cuddled. I had an actual cuddle bunny and was thrilled. He wrapped his massive body around me as we lay there enjoying the fire and our post-coital embrace. He kept kissing along my shoulder and neck, inhaling my scent and sounding very content.
I knew I was. I never thought wrecking my car and getting chased by a loon would turn into the best night of my life. But it had, and I would be forever grateful to that raccoon and Three Fingers.
* * * *
Hank and I have been dating for four months now, and I couldn’t be happier. He took me on rides with his four-wheeler, took me fishing, and showed me how fun camping was, although the woods at night still scared me. But I had a cuddle bunny who always kept me protected from those fire-breathing demons out to steal my soul.
Instead, Hank had stolen my heart.
He also invited Clarence on a lot of our outings. My brother was still a work in progress, but he took to Hank like a surrogate father. Hank didn’t seem to mind, either.
Dr. Caleb Morgan hadn’t bothered me since the party. He was probably chasing after someone else. Good riddance.
My hatchback was repaired, and I never saw Ansell again. I wondered what happened to him but not enough to find out. He could keep his crazy away from me.
I smiled when Hank curled up on the couch with me and grabbed the remote. I was right where I wanted to be.
In Hank’s loving arms.
THE END
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