Page 22 of Vigilante Twink and the Cop

Holy fuck.

My lungs are heaving. My cock is hard and leaking against the pillows. Lennox burrows his face even closer, shoving his tongue even deeper. I yell and hold on to the sheets as if they can save me.

He starts fucking me with his tongue. Stiffen the muscle into the shape of something long and thin. Making fast movements in and out, rubbing over my rim with delicious speed. A tease of fullness, a hint of stretch. Friction and pressure and glory.

An orgasm slams into me. I’m bucking and writhing, undulating and keening. My cock hasn’t been touched and I’m seeing stars.

“Lennox!” I wail high and long.

Calling out his name, because it seems only fair to give him what he wanted, and because I want it too. I want him to know exactly what he is doing to me, and that no one else has ever made me cum so hard.

The world spins. My lungs work like bellows. Muscles twitch. Aftershocks zing. I’ve soaked the pillows with my cum and I don’t even care.

“Can I give you my cock now?” Lennox rumbles.

Colors swirl behind my eyelids. Blood tries to reach my spent cock.

“Please!” I rasp.

Oh shit, my throat is ruined. He made me scream that hard.

He chuckles warmly. I don’t know if it was the begging or the hoarseness that pleased him, maybe both. Either way, I’m proud to have pleased him.

My muscles have turned to jelly. I’m panting. All I can do is lie here sprawled on the bed, in a puddle of my own cum, listening to Lennox move around the room.

I don’t think he minds.

I hear the tear of a condom wrapper. Then a squelch of lube. Followed by footsteps moving back towards me.

A large hand rests on my hip. The blunt head of a cock notches against my hole. Habit makes me want to brace for a moment, then I remember it’s Lennox.

“Okay?”

“Okay!”

Pressure. Slow and gentle. Steady and patient. Easing himself into me while allowing my body to spread and open and make way for him.

The stretch still comes. The burn still stings. But it’s oh so good.

The fullness grows and grows. The heaviness takes root. He slides deeper and deeper. Taking me inch by slow inch.

It’s bliss. Euphoria and ecstasy. Rapture and satisfaction. It’s also surprisingly, safety and warmth. This feels right. Giving myself to Lennox feels good. I trust him to take good care of me.

He groans. He is flush against my ass cheeks. All the way inside me. Every glorious inch buried in my ass and rearranging my guts.

He moves, a slow thrust that still pushes a grunt out of me. He shifts the angle and rocks against me again.

Oh lord I hope he finds that spot.

I lie pliant as he gives me gentle thrusts, each one slightly different, each one calibrating.

Then I’m gasping and nearly levitating. But there is no time to recover because he starts fucking me properly. Holding the angle he found and railing me ruthlessly. Hitting that spot on the in and dragging over it on the out.

My toes curl. I’m pretty sure I’m drooling. My cock is trying to swell and if I hadn’t just shot my load, I’d be shooting it everywhere. But I did, so I can’t. All I can do is lie here and take the overwhelming pleasure he is fucking into me. Take it and ride and fly high.

I grunt and groan and gasp.

Oh fuck.