My breathing came out ragged and harsh, as the large looming weight above me alleviated. The grin of the larger man shone in the darkness of the room. He brought his head down and his face was mere inches away from mine. His rough, calloused hands worn from countless battles freely roamed my bound body.
His head slid down my body, his tongue leaving a hot wet trail as it slithered down. I gasped when his mouth latched onto my nipple and his tongue rolled the hardening bud. My body writhed in pleasure and I arched out to have him continue more. One of his hands came and held down my hips while his tongue still fondled the bud. His free hand played with the unattended bud, as his mouth teased the other.
Leaving the bud, he blew on my saliva covered nipple making me shiver from the new sensation. His hands left a fiery trail in the wake of their passing. His fingers played my body across each cell in my body. I felt long skilled fingers probing the space between the cheeks that conceals my taut pucker. His fingers slowly slide into the tight ring of muscle, and I wince from the dragging feeling.
My mouth is engulfed in a rough smothering kiss, as his middle finger slowly slide in and out of my bottom opening. I felt my body flinch, when he twisted his finger in a circular motion. He starts up a corkscrewing motion, and soon adds a second finger. A small squeal leaves my lips, and his mouth devoured the girlish sound. The side of his lips turned up into a grin as he continued the heated kiss.
He started up a scissoring motion with the two fingers in me, while keeping up with the corkscrew. A third finger went in, and I whimpered in slight pain from his fingers having gone in dry. Removing his hand he stretched over my body, and searched in a drawer; searching for something. The sound of a cap popping brought me to looking deep into his gray eyes. A cold, wet and slimy substance was applied to my loosened pucker, his fingers reentering me, to coat my walls.
Something much larger replaced his fingers, and I bit back a gasp as he slowly started to push the enormous girth into me. "Shhh" he cooed, running his free hand through my hair, trying to calm me from the harsh pain ravaging my being "It'll be okay. Just a little more." My eyes locked with his and I saw pure, raw emotion flooding them. His voice a gravely, gruff sound, sends tingles down my spine.
He leaned his head down and rested his forehead on mine; his warm minty breath hitting me in the face. The feeling of scratchy hair pressed up against my cheeks, alerted me that he distracted me from him completely filling me to the core. "Relax for me baby." He said softly, never taking his forehead off of mine. I willed my body to relax, and I felt my lower sphincter relax the tight conjoining of muscles. He held still while waiting for my body, to finish adjusting to his size. My mind traveled to all sorts of things while my body adjusted. To how I got into this position, to how it felt with him controlling my being. Just trying to distract myself for when I nodded to him, and he pulled his hips back slowly.
He pulled his hips back to he was almost out of me, and snapped his hips forward. My body lurched as another surge of pain reigned my body. The pain quickly faded to pure pleasure as he angled his body to slam into my prostate on each thrust. A slur of moans, and inconceivable words spewed from my mouth, as each thrust made my body bounce on the bed. The headboard collided with the wall every time, making a pounding sound join with the creaking of the bed fill the room.
Every one of my moans was accompanied by a moan from him. I almost lost my composure and shot my load when he slammed particularly hard into my prostate. "A-Ares!" I moan out, my voice sounding minuscule in the complete dominance of his grunts. His eyes locked with mine again and he grabbed my legs and placed them on his shoulders and bent forward, collapsing my body.
In this position it felt as if his cock was going into me deeper and deeper with each stroke. "Heracles... you're so tight!" his grunts got louder and his thrust got longer. I reached up and placed my hands on his shoulders, and he dropped my legs, to his waist. I flipped us over so I was riding Ares. "Ride me baby" he rasped out; his voice husky from the dripping emotion. I placed my hands on his broad chest and bent my legs in half. I slowly rocked my body back and forth on top of him, and moaned as I felt his cock rub my walls.
I slowly brought my body up, and the down; ridding him. His hands found my waist and he helped guide me along. I bent forward and clashed my lips to his while keeping my body moving. His lips were chapped, but not so as to make it dreadful to kiss him. It made you remember that he was a man... and a big man he is. His hips thrust up to meet me coming down, and I gasped into his mouth. A slight chuckle escaped his mouth, as he repeated the process over and over again.
My body was on fire. Each thrust slammed the head of his dick into my prostate, sending burst of heat throughout me. The feeling was intense, like the need to piss extremely badly, but the pleasure it brought you made you wish it to never stop. A burning sensation, that started in my ass traveled through me, and into my groin. I felt myself about to explode. My nuts contracted into me, and my own dick jerked and my essence was shot out.
