Hard!

The elevator opened onto the executive lounge. Hale locked the door, poured nothing, and went straight to him. She pushed him down onto the wide leather couch, yanked the skirt up around his waist, and stared at the bare, pretty cock and the smooth, unmarked hole beneath.

“Stay still,” she ordered.

Avery nodded quickly, cheeks flushed, hands resting limply at his sides.

Hale spat a thick glob of saliva directly onto his hole, then pushed two fingers inside without warning. Avery gasped, hips twitching, but he didn’t close his legs. She scissored her fingers open, spat again, and forced a third finger in. The stretch made him whimper, soft and high.

“Most boys would be begging me to stop by now,” she said, twisting her fingers. “You’re just taking it.”

Avery’s voice trembled. “It… feels strange… but I don’t want you to stop.”

That was all she needed.

Hale freed her cock—thick, dark, heavily veined, a full twelve inches with a fat, flared head already leaking. She didn’t ask again. She simply spat once more onto his hole, lined up, and forced the thick head inside in one steady push. Avery’s mouth fell open in a broken moan as the girth stretched him wide. Hale didn’t pause. She kept pressing forward until every inch was buried and her heavy balls rested against him.

Then she started fucking him.

Hard.

There was no gentle buildup. Hale gripped his hips, yanked him back onto her cock, and slammed into him with deep, punishing thrusts that made his soft ass ripple. The wet, filthy sound of her cock punching into his hole filled the lounge. Avery’s hands clutched at the leather, face turned into the cushion, soft broken sounds spilling out of him with every thrust. He never once asked her to slow down.

Hale leaned over him, one hand wrapping around his throat—not choking, just holding—and spat directly into his open mouth. Avery blinked, startled, then swallowed. She spat again. He swallowed that too.

“Good boy,” she growled. “You don’t even know how rare this is. Most boys won’t even let me fuck them this deep, let alone take my spit like that.”

She pulled out suddenly, flipped him onto his back, and shoved his knees to his chest. Then she forced her cock back into his open, glistening hole and resumed the rough pace. Every thrust drove the air from Avery’s lungs. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes from the intensity, but his cock stayed hard and leaking against his stomach.

Hale’s rhythm grew more brutal. She slapped his ass hard enough to leave a red print, then did it again. Avery only moaned louder. Seeing that, she became bolder. She pulled out, climbed higher, and straddled his chest, rubbing her heavy, spit-slick cock across his lips.

“Open.”

Avery opened his mouth. Hale fed him the thick shaft, fucking his throat in short, deep strokes until saliva ran down his chin and tears streaked his cheeks. When she pulled out a long string of spit connected his lips to her cock. She wiped it across his face, then moved back down and slammed back into his hole.

She fucked him like that for a long time—rough, deep, relentless—until Avery came untouched, spilling across his own stomach with a high, broken cry. The tight clench of his hole pushed Hale over the edge. She buried herself to the hilt and flooded him with thick, heavy pulses of cum, grinding deep so every drop stayed inside.

But she wasn’t finished.

While still buried in him she looked down and said, voice low and testing, “I have something I’ve never been able to do with a boy. Something I’ve only thought about.”

Avery, flushed and breathing hard, simply looked up at her with wet eyes and didn’t say no.

Hale slowly pulled out. A thick trickle of cum followed. She straddled his chest again, stroked her still-hard cock a few times, and then, watching his face the entire time, released a hot stream of piss across his stomach, his chest, and finally across his lips and open mouth. Avery flinched at the first contact, cheeks burning with humiliation and something hotter, but he didn’t turn his head away. He even parted his lips a little more. Hale aimed the last of it into his mouth. He swallowed what he could, the rest running down his chin.

She stared at him for a long moment, almost disbelieving.

“You actually let me…”

Avery’s voice was small and shaky. “You… wanted to.”

Hale leaned down and kissed him hard, tasting herself on his tongue. Then she made him clean her cock with his mouth until it was spotless.

Before she let him leave she took his number and Instagram, typing them in herself while he sat there, still half-dressed, covered in cooling spit, cum, and the faint scent of piss.

“Don’t be surprised when I call,” she said. “I’m not finished with you.”