PsyCop 5: Camp Hell Read Online Free

his big, strong hands and spread it wide open.
    He sighed as he buried his face in my ass. His tongue slithered into my hole. “Damn, that’s hot,” I said.
    Jacob grunted and kept fucking my buttery hole with his tongue. His lower teeth raked my taint, and my cock bobbed. I ran my hand over the shaft. Hard. I could bring myself off fast, if I wanted to. But I didn’t. I wanted it to last.
    Jacob trailed his tongue lower, and used his hand to push my balls into his mouth. He sucked one, then the other. I bit down on my lower lip. He kissed the inside of my thigh and stood, and I let out a breath I’d been holding. It shook.
    I felt his cockhead slide over my hole. I spread my feet apart even more, tilted my ass up. He took my hip in one hand and his cock in the other, and he pushed in.
    “Fuck, yeah.” I arched my back, tried to get a feel for the angle. Jacob took the first few thrusts slowly. I wished we had a light. I wished we had a mirror. I would’ve loved to have seen him there, knees slightly bent, burying his cock deep inside my ass. I could hear it, though, squelching through the margarine I’d shoved inside myself.
    He reached around, and I put my hand over his. “Not yet. Draw it out.”
    The fingers of his other hand dug deep into my hip, and he thrust hard. “Feels dirty,” he said, and yeah, I knew what he meant. There was something a little too greasy about it. And then there was the smell. He pulled out and jammed his cock home again. “Real dirty.”
    Oh. He meant in a good way.
    He let go of my cock and took my hips in both hands, pressing new fingermarks over my old, faded green ones. He started pounding me.
    Pain jolted from my elbow and shot down toward my hips, and my ass felt like it was being split open. My breath huffed out of me, and I felt the warm slide of a bead of precome that rolled down my shaft. “Harder,” I said.
    He didn’t just fuck me harder, he grabbed me harder too. I clenched up all over just trying to keep upright, and that made my ass tighten around his cock.
    “I’m not gonna last,” he said under his breath, so softly that the sound of our balls slapping and his cock squelching into me nearly drowned out the words.
    “Do it,” I said, and I took hold of my cock and stroked it. “Fuck my ass. Come inside me. Come hard.”
    I peaked in just a few strokes, and his cock slammed into me while I shot. My orgasm forced a wordless noise up from my throat, and Jacob fucked me harder still, grunting every time his cock slammed home.
    I was reeling by the time he finished, so limp that his grasp on my hips was the only thing keeping me up off the floor. He slung an arm around my stomach and hugged me against his chest. He was sweating. His jiz crawled over the backside of my balls and ran down one leg. An aftershock rolled through him, and drew an answering shiver from me.
    He kissed me gently between the shoulder blades, and his goatee tickled my spine. “I love you so much,” he whispered. I felt his lips move against my back.
    I made a noise in reply, something like “Mm,” and I hugged his arm against me. My elbow ached, and my hips smarted, and now that I was no longer climbing toward the Big O, it felt less like kinky fun, and more like garden-variety pain. I turned so that we were facing each other and gave Jacob a slow, easy kiss.
    The light beyond the glass block windows had paled, and I could see a little more of the kitchen now, and of Jacob. He held me against the fridge with his body and took his time trailing kisses over my jaw. “That wasn’t too hard, was it?”
    My ass felt like it was on fire. I’d be feeling it for days. “It was good.”
    “Maybe we need a code word—”
    “No we don’t. That’s for serious kinkhounds in nipple clamps and horse costumes.”
    Jacob laughed—silently, but I felt his chest move against mine. “It doesn’t have to be something silly. It’s just…I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
    When we were in the