Dex was naked, his hairy legs spread wide, showing his cock, and balls, and the faint shadow of the crack hiding the entrance to that enticing body.
How was Hammer to deny himself something that was so freely offered? A single lapse in judgment, and both their lives had been at risk moments ago. They could have died before he’d sampled the buffet stretched out in front of him.
He wasn’t about to make that mistake again.
The smell of blood only added to his excitement, and Dex was right there with him in this landscape straight from a horror show, willing, trembling, and—fuck—so damn good with that gun. So what that there was blood everywhere? This kid could take it. He could take all Hammer had to give and wouldn’t be afraid of a few bruises.
And despite all this carnage, warm brown eyes focused on Hammer with awe that made his insides burn with pride. He was being appreciated for what he really was.
Dex didn’t utter a single word of protest when Hammer pushed his legs up higher and grabbed lube from the bowl still resting on the coffee table. The cock-hungry slut boy had wanted it all along, and now that Hammer was ready to give it to him, he would not be backing out.
With a pool of lube in his hand, Hammer shoved two fingers into the warm body spread before him. He didn’t need to look for the right spot, finding it at first try.
Dex grunted and grabbed Hammer’s shoulder with his free hand, arching his hips up to offer more access. He was a flushed, blood-stained, beautiful mess Hammer could mold however he liked.
He hadn't been sure how he'd feel about seeing lust painted all over a man's face, about being the cause of his needy moans, but now that fantasies became reality, he was drinking it up like a thirsty man finding water in the desert. This boy had shot three men without a moment’s hesitation, yet Hammer’s proximity reduced him to a trembling pool of flesh, and that unexpected transformation was an aphrodisiac Hammer couldn’t resist.
He wanted to grab Dex by the neck and tell him how much he wanted to rub him raw, how thoroughly he’d fill him with cum, but irrational worries kept his voice in until he decided to stop trying.
It didn’t matter, because his dick was already up and ready to dive into the tight yet flexible hole, which sucked in Hammer’s fingers with so much ease. Whether his fantasies ended up being voiced or not, he would give Dex a dicking he’d never forget.
With a hungry gasp, he squeezed the tattooed pec before exploring the toned chest further as the delicious fuck sleeve between Dex’s buttocks tightened around Hammer’s digits. He ran his nails down Dex’s side, increasingly excited to grab everything on offer, take every inch. If Dex wanted to give him his body, then Hammer would fucking take every bit of it.
“Fuck, fuck,” Dex whined, squeezing Hammer’s shoulder harder when more fingers were twisted into his lube-dripping hole.
“I will, kid. Oh, I will fuck you until you are too brainless to ask for more,” Hammer whispered and shoved two fingers up to the knuckles. His voice was back, and he let out a raspy laugh when Dex shuddered. His dick had already hardened and now leaked translucent juices over the toned stomach adorned with an array of colorful pictures.
It was so damn weird to see a cock and balls attached to a body Hammer was about to fuck, but he decided that they didn’t stifle his excitement one bit, so he removed his fingers from the hole and spread Dex’s thighs so wide something in his joints clicked.
Oh, he was about to dive in.
“Hope you’re ready for a pounding, because I’m not stopping once I’m inside you.”
The fingers on his nape were no less pleasant to the touch than a woman’s, but Dex’s attitude was the true coal to Hammer’s fire. He was so pliant, responsive, yet didn’t just lie there like a blushing, submissive flower, waiting for a wrecking. Hungry for more, he touched where he could reach, with eyes full of lust as fiery as Hammer’s hunger for blood had been moments ago.
Hammer aligned his dick with Dex’s slippery hole and pushed in without any more preludes. It tightened around him so gloriously he needed to bite the inside of his cheek to keep his desire under control as Dex’s moan tickled his ears, inviting him for a feast like no other. Stefani had been right about him loving anal sex. He didn’t know if it was the forbidden nature of it, or how it felt, but something about another person letting him take them this way satisfied an illicit hunger inside Hammer. Heloveda good ass.
“Oh yes, yes… You feel so good,” Dex said in a manic whisper, trying to pull Hammer farther on top of him.
His insistent touch burned, and Hammer followed its suggestion, folding Dex in two and shoving his cock in with his entire body weight. The broken whimper uttered by rosy lips he wanted to see molded around his cock as soon as possible was like gasoline thrown into the fire of his lust, and he let his hands wander, twisting and squeezing Dex’s flesh as if it were bread he wanted to rip into chunks.
The boy was now his to consume, and Hammer wouldn’t stop until his body refused to move.
“You know how to take it, I’ll give you that,” he rasped, rolling his hips as Dex trembled under him, tight yet not painfully so. He had one well-trained hole.
In this new position, Dex’s face was turning red fast, which reminded Hammer of what a mess it had been after the spanking, all snot and tears. He’d love to see it that way again, this time because of a thorough fuck. To see Dex gasp for air and sob from the intensity of what Hammer was about to unleash on him, his body open to whatever was being done to it, like a piece of warm meat ready to be devoured.
He loved seeing people take dick while twisted into uncomfortable positions. Many of the women he’d fucked were self-conscious about looking ugly during sex, and couldn’t understand why he didn’t care about lacy lingerie, or that the only reason why he enjoyed their perfect hair and makeup was because he’d get to see it wrecked by the time he was coming. Nothing was hotter than a dirty slut fucked out of her mind.
Dex didn’t seem to care about having his legs hitched up as if he were a Thanksgiving turkey, about the bodies on the floor, the blood on his flushed face, or that one of his hands was awkwardly cuffed to the sofa. He wanted Hammer’s dick inside him so much no other thing mattered.
That was so fucking hot.
“I should keep you cuffed like that to my bed and just come in whenever I want to take the edge off. How many loads could you take each day?” Hammer rasped, rising to his knees and pushing the backs of Dex’s knees even lower, until they rested on either side of his face, and the vulnerable ass was obscenely exposed. Hammer lost his breath when he stared down, pulling out of the dusky hole, until his hard dick popped out, leaving it in a wide gape.
He moaned at the glimpse of red just before the lips to Dex’s bottom hole tightened up, teasing him. He’d used so much lube some of it now drizzled out, and one glance at Dex’s rock-hard dick was all it took to know how excited he was about this. No complaints about the position making him look stupid, or the rolls forming on his stomach. No whining about discomfort from his hot fuck-puppet. It was such a rare thing to experience in real life.
Dex panted, staring between their bodies, and gave Hammer a glint of teeth in a teasing smile. “Probably more than you can produce.” He wasn’t afraid, or worried, comfortable to pull Hammer’s leg.