Page 87 of Hollow

“Fucking take it,” Jack hissed. “Choke on my dick.”

Dimitri gurgled in response, gulping as he attempted to keep the cock deep in his throat.

Jack kept ramming until he started throbbing with an urge to fuck Dimitri’s face until he came. That wouldn’t happen, not when he had plans to fuck more than just Dimitri’s tight throat.

Jack snatched Dimitri by his hair and yanked him off his cock entirely. “Good boy.”

Dimitri gasped in response, taking deep breaths as spit ran down his chin.

“You’re quite a sight, aren’t you?”

Dimitri’s tail wiggled a bit, only further enticing Jack to take complete control.

“On the bed,” Jack commanded.

Dimitri did as instructed, and Jack pulled his jeans all the way off.

“Roll over into position.”

Dimitri obeyed, moving up on the bed and rolling onto his stomach. He adjusted his elbows and knees to prop himself into position.

Jack stared at his naked boyfriend sprawled onto the bed for him and slowly crawled up behind him.

Dimitri arched his back, rubbing his butt against Jack’s erection.

“Goddamn, look at that bubble butt.” Jack palmed Dimitri’s cheeks. “Slapable.”

Dimitri craned his neck, giving Jack the most mischievous expression. No words, but a look that dared Jack to it.

Jack smacked Dimitri’s ass.

“Mmm,” Dimitri moaned.

Jack squeezed Dimitri’s ass, eager to slap it a second time, so he did just that.

Dimitri responded by arching his back and spreading his legs wider. He lay there on the bed with his knees pressed deep into the mattress and his perfect ass on full display.

Jack slapped Dimitri’s butt a third time.

This strike resulted in Dimitri letting out a sharp yelp.

“Sorry, might’ve gotten carried away.” Jack grinned, his shadowy expression looking all the more wicked with the pumpkin over his head.

“I did not tell you to stop.” Dimitri’s fluffy tail twitched in anticipation.

Jack slapped Dimitri’s ass a fourth time, sweeping his hand across, and then he drove it back down to pelt Dimitri’s other cheek with his knuckles.

“Ooaah,” Dimitri moaned.

Jack palmed Dimitri’s cheeks again, staring at the red taking hold of one side but not the other.

“We’ll have to even this out,” Jack said, sliding in closer. “But first, I want to split you open.”

Jack retrieved the lube, coating his hard cock, and lining the head up with Dimitri’s puckered hole.

“Oh, fuck,” Jack groaned as he slipped the tip inside.

Dimitri’s back hunched upward in response.