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Miles choked out a whimper, a scream dying in his throat as the cock in him, currently rendering him boneless and incoherent, hammered at his already sensitive and abused sweet spot with a particular hard thrust.
The teen had been in every position available and now Miguel had him on his hands and knees - his ass raised high in the air as he laid on his chest, his hands unable to hold his weight up. Miguel loomed over him, the man covering his body with his larger one. Two large hands had a tight grip of hips, bringing him back to meet Miguel's punishing and bruising thrusts.
Miles' body was decorated with love marks from his lover, some of them bleeding because Miguel lost control in some moments and used his fangs. He was limp and overstimulated but he still happily took the pleasure Miguel metered on his tired body with wanton moans and cries - sometimes pleas of "More" "There" and "Yes" fluttered off of his kiss swollen lips, spurring Miguel.
Miles' moans competed with the squelching noise being produced as Miguel fucked his wet and dripping cunt. It embarrassed Miles how horny and wet he was for Miguel, a man his father's age, but he couldn't think too much about it when he was being fucked an inch of his young, dear life. Pushing Miguel till he reached a breaking point really proved to be a delicious and a punishing thing.
With a choked scream, Miles came once again - his cunt tiredly squeezing around Miguel's pulsing cock, his man's hips pistoning and his shock still delivering hard thrusts into the trembling teen. Miles had tears of pleasure running down his cheeks and his tiredly clenching and pulling at the sheets. His body trembled as another orgasm was ripped out of him, even though he couldn't handle anymore of his pleasurable torment.
Miles once again found himself being manhandled by Miguel, his tongue too heavy to protest. He found himself suspended in the air, his back to Miguel's chest and his legs hooked up by Miguel's hands holding under his knees.
"You fucking- ah! Mierda! Nhn!" Miles cried out when Miguel, on his knees on the bed, resumed his thrusting, cock still had and spreading his cunt wide. "Maldito viejo!" [You fucking old man!] "Déjame descansar!" [Let me fucking rest!]
One of his hands reached behind him and his fingers buried themselves in Miguel's dishevelled and sweat soaked hair, while the other hand gripped the forearm of Miguel's left arm, his nails biting into the flesh.
"Dios, mi niño, eres divina. [God, my sweet boy, you're so divine]." Miguel groaned into the side of Miles' neck, his voice muffled. His thrusts started to get desperate, his pace fluttering but that didn't stop his cock from going deeper into Miles in their new position and hitting places that seemed impossible to hit.
Miles couldn't stop the pitiful noises from leaving his lips. He looked utterly debauched, destroyed by Miguel's skilful touch and equally skillful cock - his toes curled and drool running down the corner of his lips. He could feel Miguel in his stomach, the head of his cock causing his lower abdomen to distend a little every time he thrust back in.
The tightening in his lower regions, an all too familiar feeling, warned Miles that he was on the brink of another orgasm - but there was a particular sensation to it. There was a coil in his loins, the sensation becoming all too familiar as the moments went by and Miguel still fucked into him without hesitation, and Miles' eyes went wide when he realized what was about to happen.
"Miguel!" He called out, urgency present in his raspy voice. "I think I'm about to- ahn! Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" Miles' fingers dug deeper into Miguel's flesh as his body seized up, his cries becoming shrieks.
Every last nerve of Miles lit up, his mouth falling open and his body trembling as ecstasy crashed through him in a wave he never wanted to end. It was like a supernova had gone off - a big bang happening right inside of him and destroying him from the inside out like he was the universe being destroyed and created immediately in a blink of an eye.
With a loud, desperate wail, Miles squirted on Miguel's cock - clear fluid spurting onto the already ruined sheets, dripping down Miguel's cock and balls. The pleasure was so great that Miles Black out for a second, white noise ringing in his ears.
Miguel fucked him through his blinding and deafening orgasm, intensifying the pleasure that was wreaking him. Pain soon mixed with the pleasure and it was delicious and simply too much. Miles strangled out a moan, his eyes hazy and unseeing.
It hurts but by the heavens it hurts so good.
The sounds being produced were downright wet and filthy - the squelching noises would even make a seasoned whore blush bright red with how downright sinful and dirty it was.
Miles felt like he was about to die at that point. He was high off of everything - the pleasure; the pain; the thick smell of musk and sex in the room; Miguel's groans, grunts and moans that echoed in his ears along with the filthy noises of their coupling.
With his orgasm came the tightening of his walls and this Miguel couldn't win against the velvety, warm cavern that squirmed around his cock and spurted clear fluid onto the ruined and soaked bed with each jab of his cock. He was fully giving into his lust and desperation and was now fucking Miles with abandon - seeking his own pleasure and not caring if Miles was on the verge of passing out. He held the teen folded, his legs touching his ears.
If he wasn't being fuck stupid, Miles would marvel at Miguel beastial strength and complement him. But he had other things to worry about, like Miguel fucking the very air out of his lungs and rendering him stupid with his cock.
It was like Miguel was on a mission to destroy him at his very core - no doubt giving into his impregnation kink as well - and Miles could only take it all. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his legs spasmed.
Miles loved it. He loved the feeling of being used. He loved being used like a fleshlight by Miguel and to be frank he didn’t want it to stop. He didn't want it to ever stop. He wanted Miguel to fuck him full with his cum over and over again until he looked pregnant by it - cum leaking out of his cum and running down his thighs whenever he moved. At this point he was hungry to be impregnated and have Miguel's baby.
Miguel delivered four, ragged thrusts before finally - finally! - stilling inside Miles, burning himself deep inside the teen. His cock twitched as he pumped Miles full with his cum, some of it leaking out of Miles' abused cunt and dripping down - some drops rolling down Miguel's balls.
Miles collapsed against Miguel, his body going limp from exhaustion - breaths coming out in strained huffs and gasps.