Fantasy Man by Jay Rookwood
And then I’m flat on my back, his full weight crushing me like an avalanche. He has me at his mercy, his conquered slave, his toy, and the exhilaration and terror of it twists and coils like a hagfish in my belly. I wonder how big his c**k might be as his free hand pops the buttons of his fly. “I’m gonna f**k you good,” Alex grunts as he stuffs a lube-slicked finger deep inside me, “f**k you and make you beg for more.”
My arse-guts slacken almost as if salivating, gasping to be filled by him. I pull my legs out to the sides, leaving the way open.
“Eager, eh? Want me now? You want me to plough you hard and deep?” The helmet of his invading army is battering at the gates. “Are you sure you’re ready for this much?” He grins as he pulls back like an archer pullin
