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.“Oh Jesus, please… please, oh please, Dale, I need….”Dale stopped moving his fingers, and Carson let out a cry that probably scared the gators.“Please!”Dale laughed, low and evil.“Please what, Carson?”“Please, Dale, c’mon, I’m begging you, please, I need… oh geez, I need—”“You keep saying that, but I got to hear what you want, okay? I need to know, ’cause I’m hurting too.I mean, I think you’d suck me off if I asked.I don’t think you’d leave a man hurting, but—”Carson’s cock and balls gave a big fat throb at the thought of wrapping his mouth around Dale’s erection, but his ass clenched on Dale’s fingers, and Carson bore down and groaned from his toes up.“For Christ’s sake, asshole! Stop talking and fuck me!”Dale tilted his head back and drove his fingers inside Carson again.At the same time, he thrust forward, rubbing his cock in the crease of Carson’s thigh.“Yes, sir,” Dale panted and then pulled out his fingers, positioned his cock, and surged forward.Carson thought he’d black out.For a moment, it was from pain, as the rim of his ass burned bright and hot behind his eyes, but then the head of Dale’s cock popped in and the brightness faded, replaced by a hard, achy pleasure, a dull throbbing, and he gasped and jerked, still holding his thighs open.“Yes!” Dale gasped, pitching forward onto his forearms and driving into Carson, who groaned and raised his hips to meet the thrust.He was out of words, but he wanted it, wanted the edge of pain, wanted the cock inside him, wanted Dale’s hot, sweating body engulfing him, and when Dale pulled out and thrust back in, Carson clenched down tight to keep him there.“God, yes!” he hissed, needing more, and more and more.Dale’s rhythm wasn’t slow and gentle, and Carson was glad.He wanted fast and desperate, and Dale rocked into him harder and faster and perfect.More, more, more, more, harder, faster, deeper, yes, yes, yes.“More, more, more, yes!” Carson barely had the breath to shout that last one as Dale shifted his angle and banged Carson’s sweet spot with enough force to split a high-pitched whine from Carson’s lips.“Hurt?” Dale asked, stopping, sounding concerned, and Carson was pretty sure he’d die.“No, asshole! Do it again!”Dale chuckled, and suddenly he was pounding, throwing himself into a fucking frenzy, and Carson was right there, begging him with words, with fingers in his shoulders driving him on, with his heels digging into Dale’s ass, pleading for harder and more.Every thrust brought them higher, every slap of their flesh together made them crave more, and when Dale’s bucking body peaked and he stopped, roaring out a climax, every tendon in his body snapped tight and stood out in sinewy relief on his musculature.Carson bore down hard to milk him, grip him, give him as much as he could from the bottom, while at the same time his body screamed, “No, not yet!”But Dale didn’t let him down.His climax crested, broke, released into Carson’s body in a flood, and then Dale resumed moving, his erection a little softened but not enough to stop pleasuring them.He pulled back, spit on his hand, and started stroking Carson with a hard, frantic pace.The pressure in his ass, the warmth of Dale’s come sliding out, the strong grip around his cock: it was too much, it was plenty, it was just enough, and—“God, yes! Dale!” he shouted, not caring if every alligator for miles went into a mating dance from the sound of his voice alone.“Fucking yes! Yes! Oh fu—”Dale fell forward and silenced him with a kiss that went on and on and on, until the shudders of afterglow had stilled and their breathing was only double speed and not triple, until they could ignore the little baby whimpers Carson made as he tried not to curl up on his side and nap in complete fulfillment.Finally, Dale pulled away from the kiss and rolled off him, leaving Carson spread naked, sweating, panting, and dripping come from all points south.Carson thought he should say something, “Oh my fucking God” or “Thank you” or “That was fantastic!” but nothing came out.He summoned the energy to turn his head and saw Dale looking at him soberly.Carson returned the look, not sure what came next.“You’re mine now,” Dale said calmly, and he dropped a finger to Carson’s crease and slid it around Carson’s tender rim in the slipperiness of his own spend.“You hear me?” he asked, the intensity of his voice along with the memory of possession enough to make Carson shudder.“Yes sir,” Carson said, looking right into his eyes, with no irony whatsoever.“Yours.”Dale smiled slowly, and Carson fell into those blue eyes all over again.“Kiss me,” he asked hoarsely, and Dale did.The kiss grew, and their erections did too, surprisingly enough.This time was slower, quieter, a leisurely sixty-nine, in which Carson got to taste him, feel him swell against his palate, play with his balls, his taint, his pucker.This time, Carson got to taste his nipples and watch Dale shudder.So this time was different than the last, but it still ended the same way, with Dale thrusting inside Carson’s sloppy, dilated body, and Carson clinging to him and sobbing out his name.Benefits of Guardian AlligatorsCARSON wanted his clothes.It was irrational.He knew that if he showered now and put on his boxers and his jeans, he was only going to need to shower later after he went surfing.But it was six—wait, five forty-five in the morning, and he was naked in bed with another man, and he wanted the protection and comfort of his own goddamned boxers and jeans [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]