Made even better by the Hunter’s glittering black stare, swallowing his own, like a solar eclipse.
He felt one with this male as he’d never felt with anyone before. He felt alive.
Painfully, violentlyalive!
“Start counting, Beast,” the Dark One rasped in that gravelly voice.
Sin’s brain sputtered and scrambled, unable to keep up.
“W-wha—”
“Lions mate over a hundred times a day, you said,” Zai reminded him, clearly in full possession of his wits, his hips now driving into Sin in a screwing twist that pushed every coherent thought out of Sin’s pleasure-fogged mind.
“You wantmore, you said.”
Sin merely stared up and into those intense black eyes, drowning.
He was fucking drowning.
“Come,” the Hunter commanded, nailing Sin’s spot with ruthless precision.
He held his waist and upper body completely still, only his hips flying fast, hammering his fat cockhead continuously against the nexus of all of Sin’s pleasure.
Sin came, roaring and growling in equal measure. Cum burst out of his cock in milky splatters, coating his chest and groin.
Zai came too with a guttural grunt, flooding Sin’s insides with thick cream, making the friction silkier, smoother, and mind-numbinglybetter.
He didn’t stop as he orgasmed. His hips kept moving, grinding, using the lubrication of his cum inside of Sin to intensify and multiply the ecstasy.
“Come,” he commanded again, clenching his ass and changing his rhythm into hard, deep thrusts, using the entire length of his cock to abrade Sin’s pleasure spot, rubbing it mercilessly with each long lunge, until it was so swollen, Zai pushed against it even when he held still.
But he wasn’t holding still.
Fucking gods! He wouldn’t stop moving.
Wouldn’t stop thrusting and pushing no matter how many times Sin broke apart beneath him, around him, fisting his cock so hard and tight Sin’s entire body locked and spasmed in an endless seizure.
And still he pounded into Sin, varying his pace from fast and hard to long and slow, grinding, screwing, coming endlessly inside of Sin. Filling him to overflowing, until both of them were sticky and sloppy with their mixed and mingled fluids.
Sin didn’t bother counting.
He didn’t have enough brain matter left to count. He’d released so many times his cock was sore and cramped. All without a single touch. All because of the indescribable feeling of Zai’s cock inside of him.
At some point, Zai flipped him to his stomach, somehow without disengaging from his body. But he purposely pulled out anyway just to impale Sin slowly from behind, the angle and penetration unbelievably deep.
Sin could no longer support his own weight on his arms and legs, so he simply lay upon the grass while Zai levered his hips up upon his thighs, half kneeling behind him, relentlessly drilling into him.
Sin was just a jumbled mass of nerves by now, every centimeter of skin sensitive to the slightest breath, much less touch.
Zai stroked his hands up and down Sin’s back and sides, then grabbed onto the rounds of his ass and spread them open to take his cock.
Sin could see what Zai saw in his mind’s eye:
That thick, vein-wrapped, swollen rod pushing slowly, deeply, into Sin’s tight hole, his flesh stretched so thin around the thick intrusion it was red and transparent with blood.
By now, Zai’s cock was covered in fluids, the white of his cream and red of Sin’s blood pooling thickly at the base of his staff, matting the thatch of dark hair.
In and out, he alternately hammered, pulsed, and ground into Sin with an unwavering stamina that had long since evaporated Sin’s voice and fried all of his nerves.