- Quick warning- This part gets much kinkier and more intense. Proceed only if you’re into heavy kink. All characters 18+
“Shit… Ethan… I’m so fucking close… gonna cum…”
Jake’s hips snapped forward even faster, driving his thick cock brutally through the tight, sweaty grip of my hairy armpit. He squeezed my folded arm harder against his shaft, the pressure turning painful as my wrist twisted awkwardly. The friction was slick and nasty from all the sweat and precum leaking out of him.
At the same time, his free hand stayed wrapped around my throbbing cock, stroking it in fast, rough pumps. His thumb kept flicking relentlessly over my leaking slit, smearing the steady stream of precum everywhere. Every flick sent sharp jolts of overstimulation through me.
I groaned loudly into his flexing ass, my legs starting to shake uncontrollably.
Jake suddenly turned his head while still thrusting, leaning down toward my cock. Without warning, he spat a thick, warm glob of spit directly onto my swollen, leaking head. The saliva mixed with my precum and slid slowly down the entire length of my shaft in a shiny, wet trail.
“Uhhhggghhh... fuck…fuckk… Ja-J-Jakeee” I cried out, my whole body jerking.
He didn’t stop. His hand sped up, stroking me even faster, spreading the mixture of spit and precum all over my cock. My legs shook harder, thighs trembling as the overstimulation made my hips buck wildly.
Then Jake brought his palm down hard ... a loud, wet slap landing right on my sensitive cock head.
The sting was instant and brutal.
At the same moment, his fingers moved lower and squeezed my balls so hard I saw stars.
“Aaahhhhhhggghhh...”
The loud, broken moan tore out of me before I could stop it. In pure reflex, I bit down hard on Jake’s ass ... my teeth sinking straight into the rim of his tight hole, tongue pressing flat against it.
Jake’s entire body jerked violently. “FUUUUCK... ETHAN!”
His cock pulsed wildly in my armpit. He slammed forward one last time, burying his shaft deep in the sweaty, hairy tunnel as the first powerful spurt exploded out of him.
Thick ropes of hot cum painted the inside of my hairy armpit in heavy, white streaks. One strong spurt shot past my arm completely, splattering loudly onto the floor with a wet, squirty splash ... thick, creamy white cum pooling on the hardwood.
Jake’s whole body shook hard, thighs trembling, abs clenching as wave after wave ripped through him. Deep, guttural groans poured out of his chest while he kept grinding his cock into my armpit, milking every last drop.
“Uhhhnnggghhh… fuck… cumming so hard… nnnngghhh…”
Even as he came, his hand never left my cock. He slowed his strokes, turning them long, slow, and sensual, squeezing from base to tip like he wanted to drain me completely. His thumb kept rubbing gentle circles over my spit-slick head, coaxing out the rest of my load.
My legs were still shaking, chest heaving. The mix of pain, pleasure, and the filthy feeling of his warm cum coating my armpit had me right on the edge too.
Jake’s breathing was ragged, his body still twitching with aftershocks. He looked down at me, eyes half-lidded, voice hoarse and wrecked.
“Shit… look what you made me do…”
The phone had finally stopped buzzing.
But in the sudden quiet, we both heard it... three soft knocks on the apartment door, followed by a sweet, familiar girly voice.
“Baby…? Jake, you home?”
Jake’s eyes snapped wide open in pure panic, his post-orgasm haze shattering instantly.
“Fuck… that’s my girlfriend.”
He yanked back so fast it stung. His still-hard, cum-slick cock slid out of my soaked armpit with an obscene wet sound. A long, thick string of pearly white cum stretched between his swollen cockhead and my messy, hairy pit before it snapped and landed in a warm stripe across my chest and stomach.
I was still gasping, cum dripping down my ribs, when I blurted out in a raw, shaky whisper, “You said she was two states away!!”
Before I could get another word out, Jake’s hand shot to the back of my head. He gripped my hair tight and shoved his cum-covered cock straight back into my mouth, forcing it deep down my throat in one rough thrust.
“Mmmmppph…”
My protest instantly turned into a wet, choking gag. Fresh tears stung my eyes as his thick shaft filled my throat again, still twitching and leaking the last drops of his load onto my tongue. His other hand wrapped around my painfully hard cock, slowly stroking me with long, teasing pulls, keeping me right on the edge and desperate.
“Ssshhh…” he whispered urgently, voice low and strained, his eyes locked on the door like a cornered animal. “Not a fucking sound, Ethan.”
The knocking came again, a little louder this time.
“Jake? Baby, I wanted to surprise you… Are you there?”
His cock gave a heavy, involuntary twitch deep in my throat. I could feel every frantic heartbeat pulsing against my tongue while his warm cum continued to drip from my armpit onto the sheets.
I was a complete mess... drooling around his cock, cum painted across my chest and armpit, my own dick throbbing in his slow-stroking fist... all while his girlfriend stood just on the other side of the door, calling him “baby.”
Jake’s breathing was ragged, chest still heaving as he stared straight down at me. His body was positioned right over my face, legs planted on either side of my head and shoulders, his thick cock buried deep in my throat. From this angle he had a perfect view of my teary eyes, my stretched lips, that's dripping my saliva.
Is he really straight?
The question flooded my mind as I looked up at him. That raw, hungry look in his eyes wasn’t fading... if anything, the danger made it burn hotter. Guilt and fear were there, but so was pure lust, like he couldn’t stop wanting my mouth even with his girlfriend right outside the door.
The knocking turned into a soft, persistent rattle of the doorknob.
“Jake…? Baby, the door’s locked. You in there?”
His cock gave another heavy throb against my tongue, leaking one more warm drop straight down my throat. His hand never stopped slowly stroking my aching, leaking cock... lazy, possessive pulls that made my hips jerk.
He didn’t pull out.
Instead, he tightened his grip on the back of my head, holding me firmly pinned on his cock while he looked down at me with that intense, conflicted stare.
“Don’t. Move,” he whispered, voice low and strained, eyes locked on mine.
The doorknob rattled again, louder this time.
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