Page 69 of False Comeback

I couldn’t believe how needy I still was. My body was weak and trembling uncontrollably, my hole was sore and swollen, and my ass was so full of his cum that there was a puddle on the bed beneath me. But I still wanted more. I couldn’t get enough.

I had no idea how much time had passed. I couldn’t even remember the name of the motel we were in. I’d been reduced to nothing but a hole for him to fuck. A cumdump.

I’d never felt so satisfied in my life.

At some point, Vince climbed off the bed and stumbled unsteadily across the room to grab his pants and pull them on. I started pleading with him to keep going, begging him not to stop yet, and he shook his head weakly as he shoved back his hair and reached for the room key.

“Going to get some water,” he rasped, voice like gravel, then he left the room barefoot and without a shirt on, his skin glistening with sweat.

Left me still tied to the bed, naked and covered in his cum.

I whimpered, straining my hips up as my cock flexed off my stomach. My legs were quaking and achy from being spread wide for hours, but I didn’t close them. My fingers were going numb, so I flexed them to get some circulation back, twisting my wrists in their restraints.

Eventually I heard him return, bare feet slapping over concrete and getting louder before they stopped outside the room. My breaths sped up again in anticipation, but the door didn’t open. I heard a faint rasp and a hiss, followed by a slow, drawn-out exhale, and a few seconds later the sharp scent of cigarette smoke crept under the door and reached my nose.

I sobbed out a hoarse moan, writhing desperately on the bed as I waited for him. But the wait only made it better, only made my endless arousal sharpen to the point of agony. I was completely helpless. I had zero control. I just had to wait for him to be done, to come back, to see if he was willing to give me more.

I already knew that nothing in my life would ever feel better than this night had.

When the door finally opened, my breath hitched. Vince walked in, looking calmer and more composed than he had all evening. He locked the door behind him and came over to the bed, perching on the edge as he unscrewed the water bottle in his hands before gently lifting my head so I could gulp some down.

I pulled back with a gasp and let my head drop onto the pillow again. I was shivering, my legs shifting restlessly as I gazed up at him.

“Is that it?” I heard myself ask, voice hoarse and weak and pleading.

Vince’s jaw clenched as he set the bottle on the nightstand. He looked down at me in silence, then let his gaze drift lower, over my heaving chest and stomach to the stiff cock on my belly and the cum coating my skin. His nostrils flared, dark eyes burning with heat again.

“No,” he rasped, sounding almost angry about it. Standing up, he shoved his jeans down his legs and climbed onto the bed, skimming his palms up my thighs as he settled between them.

I whimpered, pulling my knees up. He squeezed my inner thighs as he shifted closer, chest rising fast and his head bent to watch his cock sink back inside me. He shuddered with a broken moan as I sighed in relief, clenching around his stiff length.

“Fuck.” He swallowed, hands sliding up to grip the tops of my thighs as he rocked into me. “You could keep going forever, couldn’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed, my eyes drifting shut. He was moving slowly and almost gently this time. While I’d loved his furious, manic pace before, I was so sensitive and overstimulated by this point that it felt perfect. It let me take in every sensation.

“You’re made for this, aren’t you?” he murmured. “For taking dick. My dick. You love it.”

“Yes,” I moaned again, shivering with pleasure.

His hand slid over my cock, making me whimper, before continuing up my stomach and chest as he leaned over me. His cum-slicked thumb brushed over my lips, so I parted them wider to suck it inside with a moan.

Vince groaned, his cock pulsing inside me. “Perfect little slut.”

When he came this time, a trembling groan left him as he shuddered and pushed his hips hard against me. My cock was still stiff and throbbing with need, but I was suddenly too drained to even open my eyes.

He pulled out slowly and leaned back before I felt his fingers running gently over my slick, swollen hole. I couldn’t move, could barely even react aside from a tiny mewl, my wrists hanging limp in their restraints.

“Crossbody,” I heard him whisper, but I passed out before I could answer him.

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When I woke up, the room was dark beyond my eyelids, my wrists were free and my skin had been wiped clean. At first, I didn’t know where I was. The sheets beneath me were worn and scratchy and my throat was dry and parched, hair a tangled mess around my face. My eyes were too heavy to open.

I realised what had woken me when a cool hand slid up my thigh and settled on my hip. The feverish night came back to me in a rush, and a soft moan escaped me as my cock automatically started to fill, my sore, swollen hole clenching around nothing.

“Crossbody,” Vince whispered, so with another tired moan, I found the strength to roll onto my belly and spread my legs, tilting my hips back for him. I was his to use as many times as he wanted. And it was just for tonight, so I was more than ready for him to fuck me again. I would take everything he was willing to give me.

“No,” Vince murmured, gripping my hip again to gently turn me onto my back. “Not that this time.”