Ry-Dy Christmas Special 4 | My housemate's way of apologizing is to fuck the cum out of me

Everyone is over the age of 18

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The sleep after a good fuck is always the best. The feeling of a little ache in my bottom when I move from my left side to my right side?

Amazing. 

“You awake Ry-Ry?” 

“No,” I replied with my eyes shut tight. I felt his weight indent the mattress beside me. “NooooOOooo… it’s Saturday.” 

“You’re not going to sleep in every day at your parents, right?” Dylan massages my thigh over my sheets. 

“Absolutely I plan on doing that,” I pull the blanket up over my head. 

“And what will I do while you’re sleeping?” Dylan’s warm hands find their way under my blanket and poke at my side. “I’m not going to hang out with your mom alone.”

“My dad’s pretty cool too.” I squirm as he tickles me. It’s getting hot under the blanket so I pull the cover off my head for a breath. 

“You’re a very pretty boy.” Dylan’s facial hair brushes past the side of my head as he pecks me on the cheek. “Well, you should know I didn’t come here with no motive.”

He wants to dump his morning load in me. Like always.

“Give me another half-hour to catch up on some sleep,” I yawned. I am interested, of course. My morning wood would snap in half if I was any harder. But I was genuinely tired and I don’t think I would give him my best work right now. “Half-hour and I’ll be open for business.”

“Sure. I’ll just do some work on the door before you open it.” The covers rustled behind me and I turned to lay on my stomach. I let him take off my underwear in this position, wrapping my arms around the pillow. 

“When did you,” I interrupted my sentence when his tongue touched my hole, “start liking rimming so much?”

“Mmmmm.” His tongue wiggles in my crevice. “I’ve always loved eating girls out and this is not so different. Gotta take care of my boy.”

Ptui!

“Mmmm….” Dylan cleans my hole and I feel like I’m leaking buckets into the bed. The way his beard tickles my crack? Shivers. “Alright, alright. I’m awake. Come fuck me.”

“I’m not done here yet.” Dylan tears the sheet off his head. Angling his head differently, he dives into my hole again. 

“Oh Dylan…”

“Love this hole.” 

It feels like he’s making out with my ass. His slobber was getting all over my crack. “Please fuck me now.”

I want him inside me.

Now. 

NOW!

“Half-hour more.” I felt the smile on his face as he slid his tongue on one side of my hole before tenderly going the opposite way on the other side. I reach back and spread my cheeks for him.

“Good boy!” Dylan flutters his tongue on my opening.

“Mmmm,” I whined. Now I really want it. “Please?”

“We don’t have manners in the morning?”

PTUI!

My hole is drenched in his spit and the wetness is making my hole feel wide open for him. Dylan squeezes my ass cheeks and pulls them even further, making me feel more exposed than ever.

“Please, sir!” I bury my head into the pillow. “Please fuck me, sir!”

“Better,” Dylan says before another lick on my ring. “You taste so sweet.”

I sighed in relief when I felt him crawling on top of me. His forested legs rub against the outside of my smooth thighs and squeeze them tight. 

“Oh…Oh..Oh…” My heart pounds at the feeling of his wood in my crack. 

“You want it Ry?” His shaft pushing at my hole reminds me how sore I am from getting fucked last night.

“Please!!!” 

“Shh…” Dylan whispers in my right ear and then bites my lobe. “I’m going to give it to you, don’t worry.”

“Ah..ahh…ahh…” I whine at his dick piercing my entrance. 

“It’s Saturday right? We have time.” Dylan fucks me with just his tip. “Oh, you’re beautiful Ry.” He continued like this, letting me just have a little bit more of his dick with each pass. It went in so gradually that I can’t tell when he went balls-deep into me.

But there he was. 

“Does this feel good?” The soft hints of moaning in his voice weakens me to the core. 

“Yeah…” 

Dylan scratches the top of my head delicately while pushing gently into me. “I could do this all day.”

“We can,” I gasp at a particular deep dig inside me. 

“Anything else you need to get done today?” His hands go from my biceps and massage down to my hands. Dylan ends up clasping his hands over the back of mine, just like last night. 

“I want you to breed me again and again,” I reply truthfully.

“Last night was good wasn’t it? I woke up thinking about it. Oh FUCK Ry.” Dylan pleasures the both of us. “You’re not mad at me anymore right?”

“No. Not at all. Oh! Oh! Oh!” 

Dylan speeds up his thrust without warning, drilling into me deep and pushing my cock into the mattress. I tried to get up but his weight was far too heavy for me to succeed.

“Just cum.” His dick brushes past my prostate again and again. 

“Sir!”

“Call me Dylan,” he pants in my ear before biting it.

“Dylan!!!”

“Just cum. Let me fuck it out of you.”

“OhhHHh!! Ohhhh!!” The pillowcase gets in my mouth.

Almost

There

“You are so beautiful Ry.” Dylan nibbles on my ear lobe. “I want to make you so happy. Cum for me.”

“Ohh..OHHH…OHHHH!!!”

“Cum for me,” he repeats. “Oh fuck, I’m close.”

“Dylan…” I choke out as his strokes get longer and deeper. “Oh FUCK!!!”

My dick pulses against the mattress, releasing liquid at high speed into the bedsheet. I felt my hole contract around him and I could tell by the way his skin vibrated around mine that it was going to tip him over.

“Oh RY! Oh MMMMMmmmmm!” Dylan gives one more thrust before drilling deep inside me. His head rests on my shoulders and he imposes his full weight on me, leaving me literally breathless. “OhH! MmMMM!” His weakened whine is just as powerful as his growls. I’m so proud to have his seed inside me. 

And like I said, I want more of it. Again and again.

He must have sensed that he was squishing me, because he pulled us both to our side so we could spoon with him still inside me. 

“You got another one for me?” I played with the sticky mess that I left on the bed sheets. 

“Maybe after a nap,” Dylan says with a yawn behind me. “I’ll do the laundry later. Can I nap here?” His dick felt softer by the way it started slipping out of me.

“Yes, s–” I shivered as his cock fell out of me. “Yes, Dylan.”