Nat’s spine arched.He’s inside me.He couldn’t focus on sucking Duke; he needed more in his hole.
“More,” he moaned around Duke’s cock.
Duke swore; his precum spilled onto Nat’s tongue. “You’re so fucking wet. Did you know? Your hole is clenching around me, begging me to go deeper. Feel this.”
He scissored his fingers and slid them against Nat’s prostate; Nat shuddered, trying to breathe.
“So good,” he whimpered, licking desperately around Duke’s tip.
Duke lifted Nat gently off his cock, leaving just his tip between Nat’s lips. “Say that again.”
“You feel so good,” Nat whined. His lips slid around Duke’s velvety cockhead, kept open by Duke’s thickness. Duke began thrusting his fingers deeper. “Oh gods. I want your cock inside. I want it now. Please, please.”
Duke’s pupils blew wide. He lifted Nat off his cock and bent him over the desk, ripping down Nat’s soaked briefs.
Nat reached behind, prying his cheeks apart to show Duke his empty hole.
Duke groaned. He cupped Nat’s cheeks and buried his face against them. Something wet and soft flicked against Nat’s entrance. Nat jerked in surprise. Then the wet, soft thing pushed into him, growing thicker, longer. It was so big that Nat came all over the side of Duke’s desk.
“Wh-what was that?” he wheezed against Duke’s desk planner.
The thick presence thrust inside him, three times, and pulled out.
“My tongue,” Duke murmured, sliding that wet thickness between Nat’s cheeks. Nat couldn’t even get his legs under himself, he was shaking so hard. Duke’s tongue was sinful, flicking against his hole, pushing in and swirling around inside.
Duke slid his fingers in alongside it. He added more and more fingers, until Nat clawed at the desk, his nails sharp on cool stone.
“I’ve stretched you,” Duke said, grinding his fingers against Nat’s sensitive spot. “You’re ready.”
Nat shuddered and shoved his ass up, spreading his legs wide. “Please, now.”
“Fuck!” Duke pulled away. He slid his cock between Nat’s cheeks, up and down, leaving a trail of precum along his crack. Then he rolled on a condom and pressed his tip in, before sinking half his cock inside.
Nat wheezed, trying not to come right there. “S-so big!”
“You’re still tight. Fuck,” Duke groaned. He gripped Nat’s ass and pushed the rest of his cock inside, inch by inch. There was so much of it that Nat clawed at the desk, trying to take it all.
Duke held Nat down and began to thrust, grinding against that sweet spot. Pleasure burned down Nat’s veins. He gasped and tried to hold on, except Duke pounded harder.
“Made for me,” Duke growled, shoving every last inch into Nat. Nat’s eyes rolled back; his precum shot out of him. “Fuck. You feel perfect. Your pretty hole sucking on me, begging for more.”
Every thrust jerked Nat forward. But the desk held him in place, so all he could do was hold his legs open and take Duke’s cock, whining every time it slammed against his prostate.
“I-I’m going to c-come,” he panted.
“Come,” Duke growled, fucking in roughly.
Nat came hard, pleasure exploding down his nerves.
Duke swore, his strokes growing uneven. “I won’t give you my knots,” he panted. “We don’t have time right now.”
“K-knots?” Nat’s cock jerked with interest. He wanted to know more, except Duke was plowing into him desperately now, hard and deep like he really needed to unload.
“Come,” Duke commanded, reaching around and wrapping his hand around Nat’s cock, slamming his own deep inside Nat’s body.
Nat thrashed under him, his body flooding with bliss. Then Duke thrust again, multiple times, and Nat was coming, screaming, his cock and ass both pulsing with pleasure.
Duke fucked him through that orgasm, his cock growing thicker. “That’s it. Come again.”
