Hard Skull-Fuck

Edmund's hips roll and his crown comes down to my mouth, and he drives it in with one smooth, hard thrust to the hilt. My eyes flutter up at him as he looks down at me, pressing my face against his hips until all I can see is his hips, instead.

“Don't make eye contact, faggot,” Edmund grunts, “you're nothing but meat to be used, now, according to your Mom.” Mom chuckles, and I moan softly on his cock and start to suck. His hips pull back and slam in again, hard, as he adjusts.

“Fuck, can't believe he's such an easy, receptive little fag,” Edmund groans above me. Then his hips swing back, again. Edmund settles into a hard, snapping rhythm, slamming his hips forward and then jerking them backwards once more.

His pace is fast, but not breakneck, and his grip on my hair is like iron. He pulls my hair hard each time he thrusts, so his hips slap harder against my face at the end. I groan as I take it, sucking as much as I can on the cock hammering into me.

Every thrust ends with the same hard, painful slap of his hips against my cheeks as his heavy nuts smack against my chin. He grunts with effort and focus as he pulls out each time, then rams himself back in. Soon, he huffs words at me with each.

“Fuck!” he growls as he pulls out, then slams back in with a harsh huff, “Faggot!” His words aren't decorative, and his tone lacks judgement. He calls me a faggot the same way he calls the sun warm or would tell me I will need to use an umbrella.

“Take it, fag!” Edmund growls the words, in that same unemotional voice as he strains to maintain control. “Fucking slut!” I stare at the wiry hair and firm skin at his hilt, as he ploughs my mouth with the full force that his muscles will permit.

I swallow around his cock when his hips smash against my face each time, treating me like an object that exists to be used. He doesn't show any hesitation or mercy once he's gotten started. Edmund simply growls with yearning, “That's it, bitch!”

Once his cock's in my mouth, and the rhythm's chosen, I'm nothing but a hole. Mom walks away with the boxes delivered, letting Edmund use me on his own without supervision. I keep my hands behind my back, and simply focus on enduring it.

I can feel my cheeks reddening with a stinging pain. I don't mind, I'm mildly masochistic and enjoy the pain to an extent, and he's not harming me, but it still hurts. I can tell he doesn't care, though, from the fierce energy as he wrecks my face.

“Fuck, yes!” Edmund growls low with pleasure and yearning, “Take it all, faggot!” Not having a choice in the matter, I do, swallowing each time his balls slap against my chin and his hips smack my cheeks, moaning each time he's pulling back.

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